* Last time: Draco unexpectedly asked Hermione for help on a Charms essay
and made her late to class. Hermione said no and was furious at Draco for
making her lose 5 points. *
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Hermione, Harry and Ron were getting ready for their least favorite class; double Potions with the Slytherins. They arrived in class just on time, and Snape looked quite angry, probably looking for a reason to give them detention. Draco Malfoy arrived 2 minutes late to class.
"Sorry Professor, I had to talk to Professor Flitwick about my Charms essay." Malfoy shot a dirty look at Hermione.
She looked away, clearly unperturbed.
"That's okay, Draco." Snape drawled. "Take a seat. Now, who can tell me the most useful way the Pepperup Potion can be used?"
To nobody's surprise, Hermione's hand was the first up in the air.
"Showoff," Malfoy whispered, although it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Crabbe and Goyle guffawed with laughter, and Pansy Parkinson nearly screamed with laughter. Malfoy looked at Pansy with disgust. He was getting really tired of her. She was getting on his last nerve, and he wanted to shut her up. What did I ever see in that big lump of useless fat? He thought, rolling his eyes. The only thing that he ever liked her for was the fact that she hated Potter and his friends. And she was a pureblood, which everyone in Slytherin was.
"Settle down class," Snape said, although a little smile had been plying on his lips. He set them right to work on making the Pepperup Potion after telling them that it cured common colds. "I knew that!" Hermione had said under her breath.
Snape walked over to Harry's potion. It was a purplish color. "No marks then, Potter," he said maliciously, clearing Harry's potion away with a wave of his wand. The Slytherins all laughed. Harry, looking furious, cleaned up his materials. Snape then walked over to Hermione's potion. It was a gleaming ruby red, like it was supposed to be. He walked away looking sour, which meant that he could find nothing to criticize.
Snape walked over to Malfoy's potion. His was also a ruby red, although not quite as gleaming as Hermione's. "Now this is what your potion should look like," Snape said, holding up a vial of Malfoy's potion. Malfoy beamed with pleasure.
"Teacher's pet," Hermione muttered scathingly, although loud enough for everyone to hear. The Gryffindors laughed, and a slight tinge appeared in Malfoy's cheeks.
Snape rounded on Hermione. "Unacceptable, Miss Granger," Snape snarled. "Ten points from Gryffindor, and be glad that it's not more."
Hermione was in a very bad mood by the end of potions. When she saw Malfoy coming out of the classroom, she charged towards him.
Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly, and Harry and Ron tried to hold her back. But she had had more than enough of that Slytherin slimeball. And she was also sick of his stupid, lard bucket bodyguards. "Stupefy!" Hermione cried, and Crabbe and Goyle froze. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, but she didn't care. She then rounded on Malfoy, who had backed up against the wall.
"This is all your fault," she breathed, her auburn eyes a feet away from his cold blue ones. "If you hadn't bothered me this morning, none of this would have happened. I hate you, you idiot!"
Malfoy looked taken aback for a second, but quickly recovered. "Well, that's obviously nothing new, Granger. You know that this is your fault too. If you had helped me with my Charms essay, none of this would have happened."
Hermione looked furious. She raised her hand as if to slap Malfoy, but quickly dropped it. "I would never help you Malfoy," She said in a whisper that nevertheless carried around the hall. With a light flip of her bushy hair, she pocketed her wand, turned and walked away with Harry and Ron.
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Hermione, Harry and Ron were getting ready for their least favorite class; double Potions with the Slytherins. They arrived in class just on time, and Snape looked quite angry, probably looking for a reason to give them detention. Draco Malfoy arrived 2 minutes late to class.
"Sorry Professor, I had to talk to Professor Flitwick about my Charms essay." Malfoy shot a dirty look at Hermione.
She looked away, clearly unperturbed.
"That's okay, Draco." Snape drawled. "Take a seat. Now, who can tell me the most useful way the Pepperup Potion can be used?"
To nobody's surprise, Hermione's hand was the first up in the air.
"Showoff," Malfoy whispered, although it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Crabbe and Goyle guffawed with laughter, and Pansy Parkinson nearly screamed with laughter. Malfoy looked at Pansy with disgust. He was getting really tired of her. She was getting on his last nerve, and he wanted to shut her up. What did I ever see in that big lump of useless fat? He thought, rolling his eyes. The only thing that he ever liked her for was the fact that she hated Potter and his friends. And she was a pureblood, which everyone in Slytherin was.
"Settle down class," Snape said, although a little smile had been plying on his lips. He set them right to work on making the Pepperup Potion after telling them that it cured common colds. "I knew that!" Hermione had said under her breath.
Snape walked over to Harry's potion. It was a purplish color. "No marks then, Potter," he said maliciously, clearing Harry's potion away with a wave of his wand. The Slytherins all laughed. Harry, looking furious, cleaned up his materials. Snape then walked over to Hermione's potion. It was a gleaming ruby red, like it was supposed to be. He walked away looking sour, which meant that he could find nothing to criticize.
Snape walked over to Malfoy's potion. His was also a ruby red, although not quite as gleaming as Hermione's. "Now this is what your potion should look like," Snape said, holding up a vial of Malfoy's potion. Malfoy beamed with pleasure.
"Teacher's pet," Hermione muttered scathingly, although loud enough for everyone to hear. The Gryffindors laughed, and a slight tinge appeared in Malfoy's cheeks.
Snape rounded on Hermione. "Unacceptable, Miss Granger," Snape snarled. "Ten points from Gryffindor, and be glad that it's not more."
Hermione was in a very bad mood by the end of potions. When she saw Malfoy coming out of the classroom, she charged towards him.
Crabbe and Goyle flexed their muscles threateningly, and Harry and Ron tried to hold her back. But she had had more than enough of that Slytherin slimeball. And she was also sick of his stupid, lard bucket bodyguards. "Stupefy!" Hermione cried, and Crabbe and Goyle froze. She could feel everyone's eyes on her, but she didn't care. She then rounded on Malfoy, who had backed up against the wall.
"This is all your fault," she breathed, her auburn eyes a feet away from his cold blue ones. "If you hadn't bothered me this morning, none of this would have happened. I hate you, you idiot!"
Malfoy looked taken aback for a second, but quickly recovered. "Well, that's obviously nothing new, Granger. You know that this is your fault too. If you had helped me with my Charms essay, none of this would have happened."
Hermione looked furious. She raised her hand as if to slap Malfoy, but quickly dropped it. "I would never help you Malfoy," She said in a whisper that nevertheless carried around the hall. With a light flip of her bushy hair, she pocketed her wand, turned and walked away with Harry and Ron.