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A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far... I appreciate those who took time to give a comment :) And today I am typing with gloves on (it's so cold!) so if there are some occasional typos or whatnot, please forgive :)
I don't even know if anyone is reading this or not, probably not, but if you do, please let me know. Right now I'm just writing for my own amusement, which is quite a sad reason.
Chapter 3 - Potions Time
Hermione walked alongside with Ron and Harry back to the Gryffindor common room. It looked as comfy as ever, with its merrily cackling fires and the squishy chairs arranged around the room. Two first years were sitting in the trio's favorite chairs, so they decided to go and shoo them off.
"HAH you look like you have a potbelly in this picture, Harold!" said one of the first years, waving around a photograph of the other.
"Yeah, it's getting harder to hide," replied Harold sadly.
"Er -" coughed Harry from behind them.
Harold gasped and flushed in embarrassment. He hastily tried to cover his stomach by folding his arms. Harold then mumbled something inaudible and ran as fast as he could towards the boys dormatories, running smack into the wall in his first attempt. The other first year calmly stood up and followed Harold.
After awhile of chatting beside the fire, Hermione yawned and stood up.
"Time for bed, you guys. G'night," she said, walking to the girls dorms. On her way, she stuffed some elf hats into some corners. The hats seemed to be getting worse-looking. Her skill seemed to have retrogressed. The once hat-looking things now looked like clumps of yarn with knots.
Morning came at last, and Hermione slipped out of her covers, stretching her arms above her head. She looked down at her socks and smiled. They were blue, and had these dogs on them. Many say the dogs look like cows, but she didn't agree... Her pajamas consisted of a blue tanktop, with soft flannel plaid bottoms. She had seen this kind of style in those Muggle magazines... Without looking, she reached into her suitcase and grabbed some random clothes and shuffled off into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Draco woke up and jumped out of bed. He didn't like being all wishy-washy about getting up, he thought that once you were up, you were up. He was wearing his favorite boxers. The ones with racecars on them. He had discovered a newfound love for racecars, after he realized that the word 'racecar' was a palendrome (spelled same backwards and forwards, incase my spelling was too horrible)! He too grabbed some clothes and headed towards the bathroom.
Soon, the Great Hall was beginning to fill up for breakfast. Ron, Harry, and Hermione plopped themselves down around the Gryffindor tables and each immediately started to devour their bacon and eggs. Professor McGonagall walked down the aisles, handing out the schedules.
"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed, "today's going to be one of the worst days ever! Look what we've got... Divination and double Potions. With the Slytherins." He groaned.
Classes were about to begin, and Ron and Harry started off towards Professor Trelawny's classroom. The room was as heavily perfumed as ever, and Professor Trelawny was walking around, setting a copy of 'The Dream Oracle' on every desk, muttering under her breath something about persimmons.
"Today, class, we're going to start off by doing a bit of review. Pair up and interpret each others latest dreams, with 'The Dream Oracle' as your aid. You may... begin," whispered Professor Trelawny, as everyone settled down.
"Er, I don't remember any of my dreams, really," Ron said to Harry, "Let's just say, oh, I dreamed that I was walking down the street and it started to rain cherries. Then... one of the cherries fell on my eye and I went blind."
"Okay then," replied Harry with a grin and he started flipping the Oracle to the 'cherry' section.
Divination came and went, and soon Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves sitting in the Potions room, down in the dungeons.
"Settle down," said Snape softly, but unneccessarily, as the mere presence of the greasy haired man was enough to shut anyone up.
"Today we will be making a potion where you can get inside someone's head, not literally of course, and know what they are thinking and feeling. Instructions and your partners-" he tapped the board, "-supplies needed -" the cupboard sprang open, "-begin."
Hermione glanced at the board and realized to her horror that she was paired up with the dumb git Malfoy. Cursing, she headed over to the smirking idiot.
"Granger."
"Malfoy."
"Let's get this over with."
"No duh."
They worked in silence. Their potion seemed to look the best out of everyone elses; Harry and Pansy's potion was spitting up pink confetti, Neville and Millicent's was looking neon orange, and Ron and Blaise's potion was letting off a disgusting smell like a dirty pair of underwear. Nothing like the almost clear blue-ish potion that Hermione and Draco were getting, which was of course the correct one.
Snape walked around to all the students, sneering at most of them, and thinking how wonderful it would be to watch them all get poisoned with the junk that they were producing. When he walked past Draco and Hermione's cauldron, he remained silent, not finding anything to criticize.
At last, Snape addressed the class again.
"Your potions should be a clear, slightly blue-tinted color. Which most of you don't seem to have, which isn't a surprise with your tiny, insignificent brains. I want each of you to fill a cup with your solution and drink it all. The effect should be immediate. Start," said Snape in his same, soft voice.
Hermione and Draco did as asked, and after a moment's hesitation, each gulped down the glass.
*****
I'll continue soon! I appreciate all reviews. :)
A/N: Thanks for the reviews so far... I appreciate those who took time to give a comment :) And today I am typing with gloves on (it's so cold!) so if there are some occasional typos or whatnot, please forgive :)
I don't even know if anyone is reading this or not, probably not, but if you do, please let me know. Right now I'm just writing for my own amusement, which is quite a sad reason.
Chapter 3 - Potions Time
Hermione walked alongside with Ron and Harry back to the Gryffindor common room. It looked as comfy as ever, with its merrily cackling fires and the squishy chairs arranged around the room. Two first years were sitting in the trio's favorite chairs, so they decided to go and shoo them off.
"HAH you look like you have a potbelly in this picture, Harold!" said one of the first years, waving around a photograph of the other.
"Yeah, it's getting harder to hide," replied Harold sadly.
"Er -" coughed Harry from behind them.
Harold gasped and flushed in embarrassment. He hastily tried to cover his stomach by folding his arms. Harold then mumbled something inaudible and ran as fast as he could towards the boys dormatories, running smack into the wall in his first attempt. The other first year calmly stood up and followed Harold.
After awhile of chatting beside the fire, Hermione yawned and stood up.
"Time for bed, you guys. G'night," she said, walking to the girls dorms. On her way, she stuffed some elf hats into some corners. The hats seemed to be getting worse-looking. Her skill seemed to have retrogressed. The once hat-looking things now looked like clumps of yarn with knots.
Morning came at last, and Hermione slipped out of her covers, stretching her arms above her head. She looked down at her socks and smiled. They were blue, and had these dogs on them. Many say the dogs look like cows, but she didn't agree... Her pajamas consisted of a blue tanktop, with soft flannel plaid bottoms. She had seen this kind of style in those Muggle magazines... Without looking, she reached into her suitcase and grabbed some random clothes and shuffled off into the bathroom.
Meanwhile, Draco woke up and jumped out of bed. He didn't like being all wishy-washy about getting up, he thought that once you were up, you were up. He was wearing his favorite boxers. The ones with racecars on them. He had discovered a newfound love for racecars, after he realized that the word 'racecar' was a palendrome (spelled same backwards and forwards, incase my spelling was too horrible)! He too grabbed some clothes and headed towards the bathroom.
Soon, the Great Hall was beginning to fill up for breakfast. Ron, Harry, and Hermione plopped themselves down around the Gryffindor tables and each immediately started to devour their bacon and eggs. Professor McGonagall walked down the aisles, handing out the schedules.
"Blimey!" Ron exclaimed, "today's going to be one of the worst days ever! Look what we've got... Divination and double Potions. With the Slytherins." He groaned.
Classes were about to begin, and Ron and Harry started off towards Professor Trelawny's classroom. The room was as heavily perfumed as ever, and Professor Trelawny was walking around, setting a copy of 'The Dream Oracle' on every desk, muttering under her breath something about persimmons.
"Today, class, we're going to start off by doing a bit of review. Pair up and interpret each others latest dreams, with 'The Dream Oracle' as your aid. You may... begin," whispered Professor Trelawny, as everyone settled down.
"Er, I don't remember any of my dreams, really," Ron said to Harry, "Let's just say, oh, I dreamed that I was walking down the street and it started to rain cherries. Then... one of the cherries fell on my eye and I went blind."
"Okay then," replied Harry with a grin and he started flipping the Oracle to the 'cherry' section.
Divination came and went, and soon Harry, Ron, and Hermione found themselves sitting in the Potions room, down in the dungeons.
"Settle down," said Snape softly, but unneccessarily, as the mere presence of the greasy haired man was enough to shut anyone up.
"Today we will be making a potion where you can get inside someone's head, not literally of course, and know what they are thinking and feeling. Instructions and your partners-" he tapped the board, "-supplies needed -" the cupboard sprang open, "-begin."
Hermione glanced at the board and realized to her horror that she was paired up with the dumb git Malfoy. Cursing, she headed over to the smirking idiot.
"Granger."
"Malfoy."
"Let's get this over with."
"No duh."
They worked in silence. Their potion seemed to look the best out of everyone elses; Harry and Pansy's potion was spitting up pink confetti, Neville and Millicent's was looking neon orange, and Ron and Blaise's potion was letting off a disgusting smell like a dirty pair of underwear. Nothing like the almost clear blue-ish potion that Hermione and Draco were getting, which was of course the correct one.
Snape walked around to all the students, sneering at most of them, and thinking how wonderful it would be to watch them all get poisoned with the junk that they were producing. When he walked past Draco and Hermione's cauldron, he remained silent, not finding anything to criticize.
At last, Snape addressed the class again.
"Your potions should be a clear, slightly blue-tinted color. Which most of you don't seem to have, which isn't a surprise with your tiny, insignificent brains. I want each of you to fill a cup with your solution and drink it all. The effect should be immediate. Start," said Snape in his same, soft voice.
Hermione and Draco did as asked, and after a moment's hesitation, each gulped down the glass.
*****
I'll continue soon! I appreciate all reviews. :)