Chapter 2
In The Dungeon
Hermione and Sid always sat together in the class and Harry and Ron next to them. Hermione had met Harry and Ron in their first year and met Sidney in her fourth. They had become fast friends Hermione and Sidney. Ron and Harry accepted her into their group fast, to which Hermione was pleased. Normally her friend's hair was a beautiful shade of strawberry blonde but now it was hard to look at. The pink and green were so perfectly balanced that Hermione was tempted to ask Draco how he had done it. Speaking of the devil, she thought, Draco had strolled in at that moment. He had a smirk on his face that she would just love to have knocked off.
She looked around and saw that the professor, Snape, wasn't there. She poked Sidney in the ribs and pointed it out to her.
"Maybe he's sick." She suggested.
"Maybe he's dead!" She giggled back.
"Wouldn't that be a relief!"
"That will be five points from Griffindor." Snape barked, suddenly appearing behind them.
"Five points?!?!" They exclaimed together.
"Each of you." The greasy haired teacher sneered.
"Why Professor?" Hermione asked.
"Because I said so." He roared. He glanced around the room, "Go on and get your parchment and quills out!" Everybody sighed, some groaned, and the rustle of parchment sounded the room.
"I will find out who did the reading today." His ugly eyes sought out someone, "Mr. Potter?"
Harry rolled his eyes, glancing at Hermione. They all knew Snape just loved picking on him, "Yes professor?"
"What's the difference between Locksworth and Broblebaine?"
In Hermione's younger years she had been an egghead...a know it all but she learned that it did not work in this class. Snape hated Griffindor and takes more point than gives. In first through third year her hand would have shot up and danced in the air like wildfire but she sat quiet waiting for Harry's answer.
"Well Professor, Locksworth is a very poisonous substance found in the plant called Barboulous and while very close in poison content, Broblebaine is only found in the Caicadas tree bark."
Snape glared, "That will be two more points from Griffindor for your attitude!"
Harry sighed, Hermione shaking her head in sympathy. Harry felt a poke at his back; it was Malfoy.
"Hey Potter better not answer anymore questions or you'll cost Griffindor!" He sneered.
"Shut up ferret-boy before I turn you into what you are!" Harry yelled back.
Snape turned at his uprising and bellowed, "That'll be twenty more points and you can go see the headmaster for threatening another student!"
"But sir I didn't..."
"Just go!" Snape yelled, pointing his wand at the door. Harry sighed and packed his stuff. The door slammed shut behind him, Hermione felt sorry for him.
Snape turned his mean look on the rest of them, "If I so much as hear one more word out of anyone without my permission they will be following Mr. Potter." Sid rolled her eyes and they started copying the notes that Snape was dictating.
How much meaner could one person be, Hermione thought. He was so awful that Hermione was having thoughts of dropping potions. No, she immediately thought, that wouldn't do. Dropping potions would ruin her chances of becoming headmistress at Hogwarts, once Dumbledor had stepped down. She smiled at the thought of becoming head mistress to which Snape told her to wipe that smile off her face; there was nothing funny about potions. The class giggled at her expense and she turned bright red. Damn him!
In The Dungeon
Hermione and Sid always sat together in the class and Harry and Ron next to them. Hermione had met Harry and Ron in their first year and met Sidney in her fourth. They had become fast friends Hermione and Sidney. Ron and Harry accepted her into their group fast, to which Hermione was pleased. Normally her friend's hair was a beautiful shade of strawberry blonde but now it was hard to look at. The pink and green were so perfectly balanced that Hermione was tempted to ask Draco how he had done it. Speaking of the devil, she thought, Draco had strolled in at that moment. He had a smirk on his face that she would just love to have knocked off.
She looked around and saw that the professor, Snape, wasn't there. She poked Sidney in the ribs and pointed it out to her.
"Maybe he's sick." She suggested.
"Maybe he's dead!" She giggled back.
"Wouldn't that be a relief!"
"That will be five points from Griffindor." Snape barked, suddenly appearing behind them.
"Five points?!?!" They exclaimed together.
"Each of you." The greasy haired teacher sneered.
"Why Professor?" Hermione asked.
"Because I said so." He roared. He glanced around the room, "Go on and get your parchment and quills out!" Everybody sighed, some groaned, and the rustle of parchment sounded the room.
"I will find out who did the reading today." His ugly eyes sought out someone, "Mr. Potter?"
Harry rolled his eyes, glancing at Hermione. They all knew Snape just loved picking on him, "Yes professor?"
"What's the difference between Locksworth and Broblebaine?"
In Hermione's younger years she had been an egghead...a know it all but she learned that it did not work in this class. Snape hated Griffindor and takes more point than gives. In first through third year her hand would have shot up and danced in the air like wildfire but she sat quiet waiting for Harry's answer.
"Well Professor, Locksworth is a very poisonous substance found in the plant called Barboulous and while very close in poison content, Broblebaine is only found in the Caicadas tree bark."
Snape glared, "That will be two more points from Griffindor for your attitude!"
Harry sighed, Hermione shaking her head in sympathy. Harry felt a poke at his back; it was Malfoy.
"Hey Potter better not answer anymore questions or you'll cost Griffindor!" He sneered.
"Shut up ferret-boy before I turn you into what you are!" Harry yelled back.
Snape turned at his uprising and bellowed, "That'll be twenty more points and you can go see the headmaster for threatening another student!"
"But sir I didn't..."
"Just go!" Snape yelled, pointing his wand at the door. Harry sighed and packed his stuff. The door slammed shut behind him, Hermione felt sorry for him.
Snape turned his mean look on the rest of them, "If I so much as hear one more word out of anyone without my permission they will be following Mr. Potter." Sid rolled her eyes and they started copying the notes that Snape was dictating.
How much meaner could one person be, Hermione thought. He was so awful that Hermione was having thoughts of dropping potions. No, she immediately thought, that wouldn't do. Dropping potions would ruin her chances of becoming headmistress at Hogwarts, once Dumbledor had stepped down. She smiled at the thought of becoming head mistress to which Snape told her to wipe that smile off her face; there was nothing funny about potions. The class giggled at her expense and she turned bright red. Damn him!