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Chapter3
Hermione walked down the corridor towards potions. It had been three days since her 'transformation' and the amount of attention she got from the boys in Hogwarts was over whelming. She had lost count of the amount of people who had asked if she was new here. Is she real that undesirable? Didn't her trait of being head girl and Hogwarts know it all amount to nothing? When she replied that she was Hermione Granger the looks of astonishment was apparent on all their faces. It was fun to watch their reactions but it made her feel empty that no one was willing to talk to her when she was the plain Hermione, now lads are throwing them self's down at her feet. She wouldn't mind if it was Snape doing it but he wasn't. She doubted that he has even taken notice of the change she had been through just for him.
She finally made it to the dungeons after being harassed and wolf whistled at on the trek down there. She had always wondered what it felt like to be on the receiving line of these affections and now that she knew she wish she wasn't in the lime light any more.
Harry looked to where the noise was coming from and rolled his eyes at the blushing form of Hermione making her way towards him. "I think they done a to good a job with this make over of yours Hermione."
"Yeah I know. If she get this reaction of Snape, she'll win in no time." Ron signed. "Harry I think we're going to have to go to plan B."
"And what was plan A?" Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"We was going to play it cool and slow." Harry answered. "And plan B is to get right in there."
"I've got this book of chat up lines. The author grantees results or our money back." Ron puffed his chest, which made him another inch taller than Hermione and Harry. "You going to have to start referring to me as Ron, the Gryffindor stud."
"I'm just amazed that you know how open a book." Hermione said coolly and Harry snickered. "Stop parting about Ron, the class is going in come on."
Harry, Hermione and Ron went into the room and sat at their desk. Hermione desk was empty where Neville should be sat. He was never late for class before so where was he now? Hermione turned to the desk behind her where Harry and Ron were sat. "Where's Neville?"
"He.urm.he gave Luna an exotic flower and she thought it was a threat so she blasted it." Harry stated. "But never tried to protect the flower and got caught in the hex."
"His in the infirmary with gastric ulcers." Ron meekly said.
"What kind of hex would give him gastric ulcers?" Hermione asked but before they could answer Snape busted into the room.
"To day you will be making the invisibility potion. This is a complex Potion and is higher than your potential of brewing it correctly so you will be working in pairs." Snape moved and sat down at his desk pulling out a stack of parchments to mark. "All information is in your text book at pages 61 to 63. I will be grading these feeble excuses of homework so I want no noise or no questions."
Hermione held her breath when Snape looked directly at her desk. He made eye contact with Hermione and the scow on his face was replaced with a frown before it changed back when he notice her lack of a partner. "And where is Mr Longbottom today? Has he finally realized that he is not cut out to be a decent potion maker and left? Or is that just wishful thought on my side? Well? Answer me Granger!"
"No Professor he is merely in the infirmary. He had an accident earlier sir." Hermione, remembering Lavender's word she looked up at him through her eyelashes and smiled. Hermione was happy to see him squirm in his sit before regaining control and raised an inquiring eyebrow at the girl.
"You shall work by your self then. If you mess up it will be a month's detention with Mr Filch. Have I got myself clear? Well? What are you waiting for Class begin." Snape scowled at the class and the sound of stools scrapping across the stone floor could be heard as they all rushed to collect the equipment.
Hermione smiled as she worked, Snape must think she is capable to brew the potion if his trusting her to do it by her self. She knew she could do it. But to hear it almost being said by Snape, in that tone that makes her legs gets weak, was the best thing she could of wished for. She carried on with her work trying to ignore the whispering of Ron testing those chat up lines on Harry. Hermione felt sorry for what the girls are going to have to endure this year. It also made her want to get this bet over and done with as soon as possible cause she couldn't get rid of the feeling of competitiveness when ever she heard them talking about it.
She signed and sat down on her stool. She was working on her own and she still was ahead of the rest of the class. She had to leave hers for 5 minutes while Harry was just add the locuswings to his. She looked around the room taking in what stage every one was at. Yep, she is, about three stages, ahead of every one else. Being smart isn't that fun you always finish before every one else.
She carried on with that thought when she felt some one watching her. She lifted her head up a bit so she could scan the room. She couldn't look behind her with out turning round but that didn't mater as she felt the eyes at the front. Well it couldn't be any one on her right because that's where Neville with her at the front of the class and next to Neville was the solid stonewall. So it was some one from her left. She started at the far end and worked her way round. It wasn't any of them right at the back, wasn't Draco, Crabby or Golye. Pansy was looking at her but only for a slight moment before she nodded in the direction of Snape.
That meant it could be Snape watching her. She took a deep breath and tried not to turn her head straight to him. She will carry on looking around until she gets to him. Hermione could feel her heart rate increasing as she got to his desk. She looked at his hands first. They were not grading the work in front of them. The quill was help in mid air letting red ink drop onto the homework. Hermione looked slowly up this form before her gaze rested on his face. And he was looking right back at her.
Hermione was glad that she remembered to look through her eyelashes. She could tell it was having an effect on him because she could see a slight glimmer in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled and pouted, just like Parvati had said. What she was not expecting was for the potion master to return with a smirk of this own. It was only a little one but it was there and just for her.
Then he blinked and the scowl was back in place, the smirk was lost the only thing that betrayed that the whole thing ever happened that the glimmer was still in his eyes. It would be there for long though as disgust was filling the dark pools that was his eye's up quickly.
This had to be the best Potions lesion ever. Fair enough he was shooting daggers at her now but that smirk had sent shivers down her spin. They we're still staring at each other when Hermione remember that the potion was most likely ready for the next part. She smiled and signed at Snape before tearing her gaze from him to the potion that was bubbling next to her.
"20 Points from Gryffindor. Next time Miss Granger; pay more attention to your potion." When Hermione heard his voice she turned back round to look at him. Something else was shining in those eyes of his what it was she didn't have time register as he spoke again. "You should learn it does not do well to play with fire."
"Yes Professor." Hermione turned back to her cauldron not missing the double meaning of those words.
Chapter3
Hermione walked down the corridor towards potions. It had been three days since her 'transformation' and the amount of attention she got from the boys in Hogwarts was over whelming. She had lost count of the amount of people who had asked if she was new here. Is she real that undesirable? Didn't her trait of being head girl and Hogwarts know it all amount to nothing? When she replied that she was Hermione Granger the looks of astonishment was apparent on all their faces. It was fun to watch their reactions but it made her feel empty that no one was willing to talk to her when she was the plain Hermione, now lads are throwing them self's down at her feet. She wouldn't mind if it was Snape doing it but he wasn't. She doubted that he has even taken notice of the change she had been through just for him.
She finally made it to the dungeons after being harassed and wolf whistled at on the trek down there. She had always wondered what it felt like to be on the receiving line of these affections and now that she knew she wish she wasn't in the lime light any more.
Harry looked to where the noise was coming from and rolled his eyes at the blushing form of Hermione making her way towards him. "I think they done a to good a job with this make over of yours Hermione."
"Yeah I know. If she get this reaction of Snape, she'll win in no time." Ron signed. "Harry I think we're going to have to go to plan B."
"And what was plan A?" Hermione raised her eyebrow.
"We was going to play it cool and slow." Harry answered. "And plan B is to get right in there."
"I've got this book of chat up lines. The author grantees results or our money back." Ron puffed his chest, which made him another inch taller than Hermione and Harry. "You going to have to start referring to me as Ron, the Gryffindor stud."
"I'm just amazed that you know how open a book." Hermione said coolly and Harry snickered. "Stop parting about Ron, the class is going in come on."
Harry, Hermione and Ron went into the room and sat at their desk. Hermione desk was empty where Neville should be sat. He was never late for class before so where was he now? Hermione turned to the desk behind her where Harry and Ron were sat. "Where's Neville?"
"He.urm.he gave Luna an exotic flower and she thought it was a threat so she blasted it." Harry stated. "But never tried to protect the flower and got caught in the hex."
"His in the infirmary with gastric ulcers." Ron meekly said.
"What kind of hex would give him gastric ulcers?" Hermione asked but before they could answer Snape busted into the room.
"To day you will be making the invisibility potion. This is a complex Potion and is higher than your potential of brewing it correctly so you will be working in pairs." Snape moved and sat down at his desk pulling out a stack of parchments to mark. "All information is in your text book at pages 61 to 63. I will be grading these feeble excuses of homework so I want no noise or no questions."
Hermione held her breath when Snape looked directly at her desk. He made eye contact with Hermione and the scow on his face was replaced with a frown before it changed back when he notice her lack of a partner. "And where is Mr Longbottom today? Has he finally realized that he is not cut out to be a decent potion maker and left? Or is that just wishful thought on my side? Well? Answer me Granger!"
"No Professor he is merely in the infirmary. He had an accident earlier sir." Hermione, remembering Lavender's word she looked up at him through her eyelashes and smiled. Hermione was happy to see him squirm in his sit before regaining control and raised an inquiring eyebrow at the girl.
"You shall work by your self then. If you mess up it will be a month's detention with Mr Filch. Have I got myself clear? Well? What are you waiting for Class begin." Snape scowled at the class and the sound of stools scrapping across the stone floor could be heard as they all rushed to collect the equipment.
Hermione smiled as she worked, Snape must think she is capable to brew the potion if his trusting her to do it by her self. She knew she could do it. But to hear it almost being said by Snape, in that tone that makes her legs gets weak, was the best thing she could of wished for. She carried on with her work trying to ignore the whispering of Ron testing those chat up lines on Harry. Hermione felt sorry for what the girls are going to have to endure this year. It also made her want to get this bet over and done with as soon as possible cause she couldn't get rid of the feeling of competitiveness when ever she heard them talking about it.
She signed and sat down on her stool. She was working on her own and she still was ahead of the rest of the class. She had to leave hers for 5 minutes while Harry was just add the locuswings to his. She looked around the room taking in what stage every one was at. Yep, she is, about three stages, ahead of every one else. Being smart isn't that fun you always finish before every one else.
She carried on with that thought when she felt some one watching her. She lifted her head up a bit so she could scan the room. She couldn't look behind her with out turning round but that didn't mater as she felt the eyes at the front. Well it couldn't be any one on her right because that's where Neville with her at the front of the class and next to Neville was the solid stonewall. So it was some one from her left. She started at the far end and worked her way round. It wasn't any of them right at the back, wasn't Draco, Crabby or Golye. Pansy was looking at her but only for a slight moment before she nodded in the direction of Snape.
That meant it could be Snape watching her. She took a deep breath and tried not to turn her head straight to him. She will carry on looking around until she gets to him. Hermione could feel her heart rate increasing as she got to his desk. She looked at his hands first. They were not grading the work in front of them. The quill was help in mid air letting red ink drop onto the homework. Hermione looked slowly up this form before her gaze rested on his face. And he was looking right back at her.
Hermione was glad that she remembered to look through her eyelashes. She could tell it was having an effect on him because she could see a slight glimmer in his eyes. He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled and pouted, just like Parvati had said. What she was not expecting was for the potion master to return with a smirk of this own. It was only a little one but it was there and just for her.
Then he blinked and the scowl was back in place, the smirk was lost the only thing that betrayed that the whole thing ever happened that the glimmer was still in his eyes. It would be there for long though as disgust was filling the dark pools that was his eye's up quickly.
This had to be the best Potions lesion ever. Fair enough he was shooting daggers at her now but that smirk had sent shivers down her spin. They we're still staring at each other when Hermione remember that the potion was most likely ready for the next part. She smiled and signed at Snape before tearing her gaze from him to the potion that was bubbling next to her.
"20 Points from Gryffindor. Next time Miss Granger; pay more attention to your potion." When Hermione heard his voice she turned back round to look at him. Something else was shining in those eyes of his what it was she didn't have time register as he spoke again. "You should learn it does not do well to play with fire."
"Yes Professor." Hermione turned back to her cauldron not missing the double meaning of those words.