I'm sorry for keeping you all for so long, lots of stuff to do, you know how it is. This may be the last update for a little while although the next chapter is finished it needs to be beta'd so depending on homework it might be up soon no promises though sorry. Also sorry for the length pretty short isn't it?
**disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter, If I did would I be here?**
now on with the fic!
Chapter 4
In the Great Hall the number of students was beginning to thin out. The first years had been taken up to their common rooms by their prefects and now older students were leaving to their common rooms in small groups. Hermione was still sitting at the Gryffindor table with Parvarti and Lavender, rolling her eyes. They were onto discussing boys in the other houses now. Even though she hated the subject, it was a welcome change from the conversation that they had had on the journey to Hogwarts, which consisted of comparing cosmetics; both muggle and magical.
Flashback
"Parvati, I'm telling you, I swear by my moisturiser and exfoliating cream. I apply it day and night to my face and throat. Working in upward circular movements is the best way to get it all to sink in," Lavender said demonstrating the movement on her cheeks. "Your skin will feel ever so much smoother, and you won't get wrinkles!" she continued with a big smile on her face. Hermione looked up from her Hogwarts: A History, and shook her head. Lavender was beginning to sound like a sales assistant in a cosmetics store.
"But Lavender you're only twelve, you don't have wrinkles," Hermione interrupted from her side of the compartment. She had only sat with them so she wouldn't be alone but at the moment she would rather have been with Malfoy and his cronies. They were looking at her in complete disbelief. Hermione sighed and carried on reading.
End flashback
Hermione had only stayed at the Gryffindor table this long to see if Ron and Harry would turn up, but it was getting late and it seemed like they weren't going to. She closed her book and headed out of the Great Hall leaving Pavati and Lavender to continue their discussion on boys.
"But come on, isn't that guy in our Divination class just the cutest?" Parvati sighed with a half vacant look on her face.
"Which one?" Lavender frowned.
"Oh come on, you know the one I'm on about."
"You mean the one with the great hair?"
"That's the one! Do you think he gets it coloured?" Pavarti wondered. "How do you think I'd look with highlights?" she asked, changing the subject as she flicked her hair over her shoulder.
Minerva came into the great hall just as Hermione was leaving. She strode up towards the staff table.
"Oh, have I missed all the fun?" she asked with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Shame."
Severus gave a small smirk at her remark. He himself was not amused that he had to sit next to Gilderoy Lockhart, who had not stopped going on about how he was so happy to be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, and how, "The children will learn so much" from him. He sounded as if he was giving a speech at the muggle award ceremony. However, Severus saw him being made Defence Against The Dark Arts professor anything but good.
He had wanted the position for himself.
He had applied for the job every year for many years, but still he remained the Potions Master. How his pupils will ever learn anything is beyond me, he thought.
Minerva had only been standing at the table for a few moments but it was already apparent that Gilderoy was getting on her nerves. She had started strumming her fingers on the old oak table, and her mouth seemed to be getting smaller as her lips pursed together in frustration. Albus Dumbledore was still sampling the custard tart, while the other professors were talking amongst themselves, leaving Minerva, Severus and Gilderoy to talk amongst themselves- or rather, leaving Minerva and Severus to listen to Gilderoy continue to practice his acceptance speech.
After an excruciatingly boring ten minutes both Minerva and Severus had had enough.
"Well I have a class to prepare for tomorrow. Goodnight." Severus bowed his head a little and made for the door of The Great Hall.In fact he had already prepared his lessons for the next few weeks, but Gilderoy wasn't to know that. Minerva followed after using the excuse of a migraine. She caught up with Severus a few moments later.
"You used my excuse!"
**disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Harry Potter, If I did would I be here?**
now on with the fic!
Chapter 4
In the Great Hall the number of students was beginning to thin out. The first years had been taken up to their common rooms by their prefects and now older students were leaving to their common rooms in small groups. Hermione was still sitting at the Gryffindor table with Parvarti and Lavender, rolling her eyes. They were onto discussing boys in the other houses now. Even though she hated the subject, it was a welcome change from the conversation that they had had on the journey to Hogwarts, which consisted of comparing cosmetics; both muggle and magical.
Flashback
"Parvati, I'm telling you, I swear by my moisturiser and exfoliating cream. I apply it day and night to my face and throat. Working in upward circular movements is the best way to get it all to sink in," Lavender said demonstrating the movement on her cheeks. "Your skin will feel ever so much smoother, and you won't get wrinkles!" she continued with a big smile on her face. Hermione looked up from her Hogwarts: A History, and shook her head. Lavender was beginning to sound like a sales assistant in a cosmetics store.
"But Lavender you're only twelve, you don't have wrinkles," Hermione interrupted from her side of the compartment. She had only sat with them so she wouldn't be alone but at the moment she would rather have been with Malfoy and his cronies. They were looking at her in complete disbelief. Hermione sighed and carried on reading.
End flashback
Hermione had only stayed at the Gryffindor table this long to see if Ron and Harry would turn up, but it was getting late and it seemed like they weren't going to. She closed her book and headed out of the Great Hall leaving Pavati and Lavender to continue their discussion on boys.
"But come on, isn't that guy in our Divination class just the cutest?" Parvati sighed with a half vacant look on her face.
"Which one?" Lavender frowned.
"Oh come on, you know the one I'm on about."
"You mean the one with the great hair?"
"That's the one! Do you think he gets it coloured?" Pavarti wondered. "How do you think I'd look with highlights?" she asked, changing the subject as she flicked her hair over her shoulder.
Minerva came into the great hall just as Hermione was leaving. She strode up towards the staff table.
"Oh, have I missed all the fun?" she asked with more than a hint of sarcasm. "Shame."
Severus gave a small smirk at her remark. He himself was not amused that he had to sit next to Gilderoy Lockhart, who had not stopped going on about how he was so happy to be teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts, and how, "The children will learn so much" from him. He sounded as if he was giving a speech at the muggle award ceremony. However, Severus saw him being made Defence Against The Dark Arts professor anything but good.
He had wanted the position for himself.
He had applied for the job every year for many years, but still he remained the Potions Master. How his pupils will ever learn anything is beyond me, he thought.
Minerva had only been standing at the table for a few moments but it was already apparent that Gilderoy was getting on her nerves. She had started strumming her fingers on the old oak table, and her mouth seemed to be getting smaller as her lips pursed together in frustration. Albus Dumbledore was still sampling the custard tart, while the other professors were talking amongst themselves, leaving Minerva, Severus and Gilderoy to talk amongst themselves- or rather, leaving Minerva and Severus to listen to Gilderoy continue to practice his acceptance speech.
After an excruciatingly boring ten minutes both Minerva and Severus had had enough.
"Well I have a class to prepare for tomorrow. Goodnight." Severus bowed his head a little and made for the door of The Great Hall.In fact he had already prepared his lessons for the next few weeks, but Gilderoy wasn't to know that. Minerva followed after using the excuse of a migraine. She caught up with Severus a few moments later.
"You used my excuse!"