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Hermione walked over to the hall to meet with Derrick. She glanced around to find he was no where in sight. Is this some joke? Harry and Ron where right he is just like... Just then Professor McGonagall walked past Hermione and quickly said, "I told Derrick to meet you in the library so you won't find him waiting here."
Hermione quickly thanked the Professor and entered the library. She immediately spotted Derrick sitting at a table in the corner. She headed over to the table and took the seat across from him. "I began to get worried you wouldn't come," he said.
"Am I that late?" Hermione wondered. After all, she wanted to make a good impression even if he reminded her of a certain self-indulged, stuck-on- himself-for-no-good-reason git. "Sorry."
"Professor McGonagall wanted me to ask if you would tutor me. In Durmstang, we focused more on the Dark Arts then other subjects. I don't want to fall behind in my studies."
Hermione smiled. It was nice knowing that the Professors chose her to tutor the new student. "Of course I can help you out."
"Thanks you Miss Granger... Professor McGonagall told me that you were top of your class... you and Malfoy. That reminds me, she told me to tell you to ask Malfoy to insist you in tutoring. She said that he also is very bright."
Hermione's smile quickly turned into a frown. All she needed was to spend more time with Malfoy. She saw enough of him in class. Now her spare time would consist of being in the same room with him? "Do you know who Malfoy is?" Derrick asked.
"Who doesn't," Hermione muttered. "Yes, he is that person you were talking with before."
"Draco? Draco Malfoy? He isn't very bright. Conceded. Not bright." Hermione smiled and replied, "You know a lot about him already. But don't worry he does well in class."
"Oh yes, you'll be surprised what a first impression leaves you with. And also, not to be rude but you two don't seem to get along very well."
Hermione wasn't sure how to reply. Should she pretend that they did get along? What would Professor McGonagall want her to say? Hermione hesitated and then said, "We have an interesting past."
The next morning at breakfast the Great Hall echoed with chattering students. The Quidditch season was approaching and tryouts were to be held the next day. The new Gryffindor Quiditch captain was Cedric Wood, the younger brother of Oliver Wood. From what Harry noticed, he seemed very serious. According to the tryout poster, on every wall in the Gryffindor common rooms, training sessions would be four evenings a week and on weekends once every other week there would be a meeting to discuss tactics for the new season.
Harry turned to Ron and said, "This season is ours... did you see those fliers?" Ron looked up from his plate and sighed. "Yeah... it will be a great season. Gryffindor will have a great shot at that huge, Quidditch Cup." Ron's voice seemed a bit sarcastic and upset however Harry was too excited to notice.
"I can't wait until tryouts tomorrow," Harry replied. Ron slammed his fork onto his plate and looked at Harry. "HARRY YOU ARE ALREADY ON THE BLOODY TEAM... YOU DON'T EVEN NEED TO TRYOUT! YOU SHOULDN'T BE WORRIED... I AM THE ONE TO BE WORRIED..." Harry tried to interrupt but Ron kept shouting. "I WON'T GET ON THE TEAM AGAIN!"
"Ron yes you will... you're a great player. Look at how much you improved!" Harry said enthusiastically.
"I'm sorry it's just... Harry will you practice with me later?" Ron asked.
"Sure... I could you some practice too... I am a little rusty myself." Ron looked at Harry and he realized that it was time to change the subject. Harry turned to Hermione who was eating quietly besides him. Hermione wasn't fond of Quiditch. She was scared of heights and it didn't interest her. She probably wouldn't pay attention if her two best friends weren't on the team last year.
"Hermione you're awfully quiet," Ron said once he had calmed down. Hermione looked up and sighed.
"What's a matter Mione?" Harry asked.
"I am tutoring Derrick. Professor McGonagall asked me too..."
"That's not that bad... as you said last night we shouldn't judge him on the house he is in... or how he looks extremely like Malfoy," Harry said teasingly.
"I know, but Malfoy is helping me tutor him," Hermione replied sadly.
"Oh Hermione you don't have to do it. Malfoy is capable of doing it himself," Harry suggested.
"No I couldn't do that! Professor McGonagall asked me to do it."
"Is she bloody mad? Can't she tell you two don't get along... you would think after years of detentions and arguments between you too she would get the point," Ron said aggravated.
"Does Malfoy know yet? I wonder how he will react," Harry asked.
"Actually, I'm supposed to tell him."
"Oh so she expects you to just walk over to the Slytherin table, sit down, and have a talk with Malfoy," Harry said sarcastically.
"Why does he need your help anyways?" Ron asked.
"He doesn't want to fall behind in his studies. He said in his school they focused a lot on the Dark Arts."
"The Dark Arts... I see," Ron said giving Hermione a look.
"We study Defense against the Dark Arts too Ron! Does that mean we are evil death eaters?" Hermione said.
"Some of us are," Ron said glancing over at Draco.
"At least he cares about his studies," Hermione said.
"Hermione you're looking at the most caring-of-studies wizards around. We spend hours on our parchments for homework," Ron said.
"That's because you don't pay attention in class."
"No. We just want to perfect our homework to get top grades," Harry said smiling at the lie.
"Oh yes... that's why you borrow my homework."
"Look Hermione we are just worried," Harry said.
"It's okay Malfoy will just leave me alone and ignore me."
"Are you kidding me? Of course he will leave you alone! He knows that if he even tried to hex you when he came back we'd be right there to hex him back 3 times as bad!" Harry said pushing his plate away.
"Harry are you going to eat that?" Ron asked.
After breakfast Hermione went to go look for Draco. She began to head towards the North Tower when Malfoy came running up to her, his right arm still wrapped in a bandage. "Granger! What in bloody hell is going on? I know you want more time to admire me but volunteering me for tutoring is not right!"
"Malfoy first of all the only people who even can stand to look at you is Crabbe and Goyle and that's only because they are so mentally deranged they don't realize what a prat you are and your precious Pansy. Secondly, I would never volunteer you for tutoring because you're a self- centered arrogant prat who can't even teach a flobberworm a new trick!
"Granger, don't get your knickers in a twist. When you get carried away you manage to make yourself look uglier than usual. Is that a special mudblood ability?"
"Draco I don't have time to stand around here accomplishing nothing. So, if you don't want the details on tutoring him then you'll have to deal with McGonagall in detention."
"And how do you have any information that is any of my concern?"
"We are meeting Derrick every Thursday after dinner at the library. Bring parchment, quills, and any books you need. We can switch off teaching," Hermione said quickly and then marched off. No way was she staying anywhere near him. It's worse as it is being in the same building as him.
Hermione went to the library and took out some books that should thought would help out Derrick on Thursday and then headed to Lunch. She sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Harry and Ron and helped herself to lambchops and potatoes. "I talked to Malfoy," she said breaking the silence.
"How did he take the news?" Harry asked.
"Why waste our time talking about him? Let's just enjoy eating. I'm starved after that long practice me and Harry had. I think I might have a shot at making the team."
"That's great Ron. I never doubted your skills. You will do great tomorrow and I'll be on the sidelines cheering you on the whole time."
When the bell rang to signal the start of afternoon lessons Harry and Ron set off for North Tower and Hermione set up the opposite way to Ancient Ruins. Harry and Ron both dreaded this class as much as Potions, maybe more. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death every five seconds.
Harry and Ron climbed up the spiraling staircase, up the stepladder, through the trapdoor into the ceiling where the familiar scent of perfume filled the air. Harry took a seat in the back at a small circular table and Ron followed.
"Good Day my dears, I am happy to see that you have all come back, as I knew you would. Since today is your first class this term, I decided we should do something fun- palm readings. Take out your books and turn to page 5. The lines on your palm determine many things... by looking at your hand an advanced wizard in this field, such as myself, can determine what will happen in the future. Pair up and say Revero... this allows you to see pictures in one another's palms. Then, see what the pictures mean on the guide in your books on page 8. I will come around to do a palm reading of each individual."
Harry said Revero and stared into Ron's palms seeing nothing. "Aaah," Harry said, imitating Professor Trelawney's magical whisper, "When you see nothing is in the palm it means that person will turn Professor Snape into a ferret and bounce him around..."
Professor Trelawney approached Harry wearing the tragic expression she always wore when she saw him. "Palm, my dear." Harry outstretched his arm waiting for the newest death prediction.
"Harry, dear, in the near future you will have a new friend... and unexpected things will happen... that will upset you greatly and cause you to become stressed out. My inner eye senses that this stress will cause you to become ill later this year."
Harry grinned... this was the first prediction where he would only be sick and not die. "Looks like my life is getting longer."
"No dear," she said mournfully and grabbed Ron's palm. "I regret to tell you this but your worry is not baseless. The thing you are worried about won't end up good for you my dear. But, don't worry you will get over it...eventually." Harry rolled his eyes at Ron. Professor Trelawney swept passed them and headed towards Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.
"Professor... look. Parvati said my palm told her I will get top scores on my NEWTS... is she right?" Lavender asked.
"No... this means that in your near future a boy will enter your life," said Professor Trelawney peering at the guide.
"Oooh Professor, what does he look like?" Lavender said squealing.
"My inner eye is tired. Perhaps tomorrow I can tell you."
Harry and Ron, who overheard this last comment laughed. "Old Fraud," Harry said laughing.
"Harry, do you think some of her predictions are right?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Unless it's a lucky guess, no. I'm still here right? I was supposed to die what two years ago?"
"I know but remember when she predicted Volde- rise? That came true. I'm just wondering because you know how I'm worried about Quiditch tryouts... maybe that's what she meant when she said the thing I worried won't end up good for me."
"Ron this whole fortune telling thing is no more than lucky guessing and a spooky manner."
"If you say so," Ron said only half convinced.
When class ended, only 10 minutes later Harry and Ron rushed out of the room. "What class do we have next," Harry asked.
Ron grabbed his schedule, "Potions... double Potions..."
Hermione waited at the door of Potions for Harry and Ron. They better hurry or I will be late. Only 10 minutes left. Hermione peered inside the classroom and found Derrick talking to Snape. Snape was smiling? Snape never smiles. Derrick walked out of the classroom. Hermione decided to be polite and said cheerfully, "Hello."
Derrick just stared at her and continued walking. He met up with Pansy and Hermione heard him telling her, "Thanks for all your help. I wasn't aware how much houses matter. I wouldn't want to start off the wrong way in Slytherin... please remind me again which house we are rivals with?" Hermione shook her said. Leave it to Pansy to make sure he becomes just like Malfoy.
Hermione kept her eyes on Derrick as he departed from Pansy and made his way down the halls. A bunch of giggling girls followed him around. Then, another group of girls approached him and they began talking. He had his own fan club. Girls everywhere stopped when he walked passed them or gave them a smile. Others tried to find out if he was dating anyone or looking for a snogging partner. Even girls in Gryffindor went into giggling fits when he passed by. Practically everyone did. Everyone but Hermione.
Harry and Ron met up with Hermione and they entered the classroom. They didn't want to get detention their first class and with Snape, it was fairly easy to land a detention. Snape was at the front of the classroom getting everything ready for his lesson. Only a few people where in the class, including Neville who was trembling in his seat. Draco was outside watching Derrick. It seemed like every girl was watching Derrick at all times, trying to talk with Derrick, trying to be seen with Derrick. Even his own fan club was nowhere to be found. Never mind, they were present. They were just hidden by other girls surrounding Derrick. Who does this guy think he is?
Annoyed, as soon as Derrick left Draco headed to the crowd. He told himself they were just trying to be polite. He decided to tell the story of how he hurt his arm. Mostly all the Slytherins stayed to listen and so did some of his other admirers, but Draco couldn't help but notice that a big part of the crowd left when Derrick did.
The bell rung and Snape began to explain what lesson they would be doing today. Derrick entered the classroom, late. Snape looked at him and then said idly, "Settle down, settle down."
A bunch of whispering went on then, usually only Malfoy was able to get away with anything in Snape's class. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were curious to see Malfoy's reaction however; they quickly noticed he wasn't in class yet. As if on cue, Malfoy walked into class and headed to a seat casually as if he didn't just miss the first five minutes of class.
"Draco...," Snape said disappointedly, "You are late. See me after class." Malfoy was shocked. Professor Snape never gave noticed he was late before. Hermione was socked too. Malfoy only entered the class a few seconds after Derrick, who got no see-me-after-class.
"As I was saying," Snape said, "Today we will be making basic truth potions. Does anyone here know what basic truth potion enables you to do?"
As usual Hermione's hand went into the air. "Yes, Derrick?" Snape said.
"They enable you to make the drinker speak the truth when asked questions," Derrick replied happily.
"No that's a different truth potion. Malfoy please help him out."
"A basic truth potion just allows you to tell if someone is lying or not. It is a Truth Potion... without the basic in front that enables you to do what he just said."
"Very good Draco. Five points to Slytherin. Now everyone pair up.. Snape looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He approached their table, gave them the usual unpleasant smile, and said, "Did you not here me say pairs? Or should I repeat myself?"
"But everyone else has a partner," Hermione replied.
"Work alone then."
"Sir," Malfoy called, "I need helping slicing these weeds, because of my arm-"
"Potter, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without even looking up.
"There's nothing wrong with your arm Malfoy," Harry hissed. Malfoy smirked at him from across the table. Harry walked over, grabbed his weeds and began chopping them.
"How long will you be un-able to cut things up Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Another week I suppose. POTTY did you just agree to help me out the whole week with my potions? Sir, Potter has asked to help me the whole week with my Potions."
Snape looked over, "Very well then Potter. You shall do what Malfoy says." Harry smiled. His plan was working out perfectly.
At dinner Harry decided to share his plan with Ron and Hermione. "Malfoy now told the class that he won't be able to do his own work on behalf of his arm. And tomorrow is Quiditch tryouts. How can he try out?"
"Harry for Merlins sake, we all know his arm will be better for tryouts. Just not better enough to cut his own roots," Ron said.
"Everyone will know he is a phony," Harry said hopefully.
"But who would care?" Hermione asked, "He is Malfoy. No one cares whether he lies or not."
"Derrick sure is making Malfoy pissed," Ron commented.
"Well you were right," Hermione said.
"Right? About Derrick... of course we were. He is just like Malfoy eh?" Harry said.
"After Pansy and the other Slytherins talked to him, yes, he is."
"Great. Two prats to deal with everyday. What a year this is gonna be!" Ron said sarcastically.
"Thursday we have Professor Lupin," Harry said.
"So maybe Thursday will be a good day. But, Harry we should go get some rest for the big day tomorrow."
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Hermione walked over to the hall to meet with Derrick. She glanced around to find he was no where in sight. Is this some joke? Harry and Ron where right he is just like... Just then Professor McGonagall walked past Hermione and quickly said, "I told Derrick to meet you in the library so you won't find him waiting here."
Hermione quickly thanked the Professor and entered the library. She immediately spotted Derrick sitting at a table in the corner. She headed over to the table and took the seat across from him. "I began to get worried you wouldn't come," he said.
"Am I that late?" Hermione wondered. After all, she wanted to make a good impression even if he reminded her of a certain self-indulged, stuck-on- himself-for-no-good-reason git. "Sorry."
"Professor McGonagall wanted me to ask if you would tutor me. In Durmstang, we focused more on the Dark Arts then other subjects. I don't want to fall behind in my studies."
Hermione smiled. It was nice knowing that the Professors chose her to tutor the new student. "Of course I can help you out."
"Thanks you Miss Granger... Professor McGonagall told me that you were top of your class... you and Malfoy. That reminds me, she told me to tell you to ask Malfoy to insist you in tutoring. She said that he also is very bright."
Hermione's smile quickly turned into a frown. All she needed was to spend more time with Malfoy. She saw enough of him in class. Now her spare time would consist of being in the same room with him? "Do you know who Malfoy is?" Derrick asked.
"Who doesn't," Hermione muttered. "Yes, he is that person you were talking with before."
"Draco? Draco Malfoy? He isn't very bright. Conceded. Not bright." Hermione smiled and replied, "You know a lot about him already. But don't worry he does well in class."
"Oh yes, you'll be surprised what a first impression leaves you with. And also, not to be rude but you two don't seem to get along very well."
Hermione wasn't sure how to reply. Should she pretend that they did get along? What would Professor McGonagall want her to say? Hermione hesitated and then said, "We have an interesting past."
The next morning at breakfast the Great Hall echoed with chattering students. The Quidditch season was approaching and tryouts were to be held the next day. The new Gryffindor Quiditch captain was Cedric Wood, the younger brother of Oliver Wood. From what Harry noticed, he seemed very serious. According to the tryout poster, on every wall in the Gryffindor common rooms, training sessions would be four evenings a week and on weekends once every other week there would be a meeting to discuss tactics for the new season.
Harry turned to Ron and said, "This season is ours... did you see those fliers?" Ron looked up from his plate and sighed. "Yeah... it will be a great season. Gryffindor will have a great shot at that huge, Quidditch Cup." Ron's voice seemed a bit sarcastic and upset however Harry was too excited to notice.
"I can't wait until tryouts tomorrow," Harry replied. Ron slammed his fork onto his plate and looked at Harry. "HARRY YOU ARE ALREADY ON THE BLOODY TEAM... YOU DON'T EVEN NEED TO TRYOUT! YOU SHOULDN'T BE WORRIED... I AM THE ONE TO BE WORRIED..." Harry tried to interrupt but Ron kept shouting. "I WON'T GET ON THE TEAM AGAIN!"
"Ron yes you will... you're a great player. Look at how much you improved!" Harry said enthusiastically.
"I'm sorry it's just... Harry will you practice with me later?" Ron asked.
"Sure... I could you some practice too... I am a little rusty myself." Ron looked at Harry and he realized that it was time to change the subject. Harry turned to Hermione who was eating quietly besides him. Hermione wasn't fond of Quiditch. She was scared of heights and it didn't interest her. She probably wouldn't pay attention if her two best friends weren't on the team last year.
"Hermione you're awfully quiet," Ron said once he had calmed down. Hermione looked up and sighed.
"What's a matter Mione?" Harry asked.
"I am tutoring Derrick. Professor McGonagall asked me too..."
"That's not that bad... as you said last night we shouldn't judge him on the house he is in... or how he looks extremely like Malfoy," Harry said teasingly.
"I know, but Malfoy is helping me tutor him," Hermione replied sadly.
"Oh Hermione you don't have to do it. Malfoy is capable of doing it himself," Harry suggested.
"No I couldn't do that! Professor McGonagall asked me to do it."
"Is she bloody mad? Can't she tell you two don't get along... you would think after years of detentions and arguments between you too she would get the point," Ron said aggravated.
"Does Malfoy know yet? I wonder how he will react," Harry asked.
"Actually, I'm supposed to tell him."
"Oh so she expects you to just walk over to the Slytherin table, sit down, and have a talk with Malfoy," Harry said sarcastically.
"Why does he need your help anyways?" Ron asked.
"He doesn't want to fall behind in his studies. He said in his school they focused a lot on the Dark Arts."
"The Dark Arts... I see," Ron said giving Hermione a look.
"We study Defense against the Dark Arts too Ron! Does that mean we are evil death eaters?" Hermione said.
"Some of us are," Ron said glancing over at Draco.
"At least he cares about his studies," Hermione said.
"Hermione you're looking at the most caring-of-studies wizards around. We spend hours on our parchments for homework," Ron said.
"That's because you don't pay attention in class."
"No. We just want to perfect our homework to get top grades," Harry said smiling at the lie.
"Oh yes... that's why you borrow my homework."
"Look Hermione we are just worried," Harry said.
"It's okay Malfoy will just leave me alone and ignore me."
"Are you kidding me? Of course he will leave you alone! He knows that if he even tried to hex you when he came back we'd be right there to hex him back 3 times as bad!" Harry said pushing his plate away.
"Harry are you going to eat that?" Ron asked.
After breakfast Hermione went to go look for Draco. She began to head towards the North Tower when Malfoy came running up to her, his right arm still wrapped in a bandage. "Granger! What in bloody hell is going on? I know you want more time to admire me but volunteering me for tutoring is not right!"
"Malfoy first of all the only people who even can stand to look at you is Crabbe and Goyle and that's only because they are so mentally deranged they don't realize what a prat you are and your precious Pansy. Secondly, I would never volunteer you for tutoring because you're a self- centered arrogant prat who can't even teach a flobberworm a new trick!
"Granger, don't get your knickers in a twist. When you get carried away you manage to make yourself look uglier than usual. Is that a special mudblood ability?"
"Draco I don't have time to stand around here accomplishing nothing. So, if you don't want the details on tutoring him then you'll have to deal with McGonagall in detention."
"And how do you have any information that is any of my concern?"
"We are meeting Derrick every Thursday after dinner at the library. Bring parchment, quills, and any books you need. We can switch off teaching," Hermione said quickly and then marched off. No way was she staying anywhere near him. It's worse as it is being in the same building as him.
Hermione went to the library and took out some books that should thought would help out Derrick on Thursday and then headed to Lunch. She sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Harry and Ron and helped herself to lambchops and potatoes. "I talked to Malfoy," she said breaking the silence.
"How did he take the news?" Harry asked.
"Why waste our time talking about him? Let's just enjoy eating. I'm starved after that long practice me and Harry had. I think I might have a shot at making the team."
"That's great Ron. I never doubted your skills. You will do great tomorrow and I'll be on the sidelines cheering you on the whole time."
When the bell rang to signal the start of afternoon lessons Harry and Ron set off for North Tower and Hermione set up the opposite way to Ancient Ruins. Harry and Ron both dreaded this class as much as Potions, maybe more. Professor Trelawney kept predicting Harry's death every five seconds.
Harry and Ron climbed up the spiraling staircase, up the stepladder, through the trapdoor into the ceiling where the familiar scent of perfume filled the air. Harry took a seat in the back at a small circular table and Ron followed.
"Good Day my dears, I am happy to see that you have all come back, as I knew you would. Since today is your first class this term, I decided we should do something fun- palm readings. Take out your books and turn to page 5. The lines on your palm determine many things... by looking at your hand an advanced wizard in this field, such as myself, can determine what will happen in the future. Pair up and say Revero... this allows you to see pictures in one another's palms. Then, see what the pictures mean on the guide in your books on page 8. I will come around to do a palm reading of each individual."
Harry said Revero and stared into Ron's palms seeing nothing. "Aaah," Harry said, imitating Professor Trelawney's magical whisper, "When you see nothing is in the palm it means that person will turn Professor Snape into a ferret and bounce him around..."
Professor Trelawney approached Harry wearing the tragic expression she always wore when she saw him. "Palm, my dear." Harry outstretched his arm waiting for the newest death prediction.
"Harry, dear, in the near future you will have a new friend... and unexpected things will happen... that will upset you greatly and cause you to become stressed out. My inner eye senses that this stress will cause you to become ill later this year."
Harry grinned... this was the first prediction where he would only be sick and not die. "Looks like my life is getting longer."
"No dear," she said mournfully and grabbed Ron's palm. "I regret to tell you this but your worry is not baseless. The thing you are worried about won't end up good for you my dear. But, don't worry you will get over it...eventually." Harry rolled his eyes at Ron. Professor Trelawney swept passed them and headed towards Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.
"Professor... look. Parvati said my palm told her I will get top scores on my NEWTS... is she right?" Lavender asked.
"No... this means that in your near future a boy will enter your life," said Professor Trelawney peering at the guide.
"Oooh Professor, what does he look like?" Lavender said squealing.
"My inner eye is tired. Perhaps tomorrow I can tell you."
Harry and Ron, who overheard this last comment laughed. "Old Fraud," Harry said laughing.
"Harry, do you think some of her predictions are right?" Ron asked worriedly.
"Unless it's a lucky guess, no. I'm still here right? I was supposed to die what two years ago?"
"I know but remember when she predicted Volde- rise? That came true. I'm just wondering because you know how I'm worried about Quiditch tryouts... maybe that's what she meant when she said the thing I worried won't end up good for me."
"Ron this whole fortune telling thing is no more than lucky guessing and a spooky manner."
"If you say so," Ron said only half convinced.
When class ended, only 10 minutes later Harry and Ron rushed out of the room. "What class do we have next," Harry asked.
Ron grabbed his schedule, "Potions... double Potions..."
Hermione waited at the door of Potions for Harry and Ron. They better hurry or I will be late. Only 10 minutes left. Hermione peered inside the classroom and found Derrick talking to Snape. Snape was smiling? Snape never smiles. Derrick walked out of the classroom. Hermione decided to be polite and said cheerfully, "Hello."
Derrick just stared at her and continued walking. He met up with Pansy and Hermione heard him telling her, "Thanks for all your help. I wasn't aware how much houses matter. I wouldn't want to start off the wrong way in Slytherin... please remind me again which house we are rivals with?" Hermione shook her said. Leave it to Pansy to make sure he becomes just like Malfoy.
Hermione kept her eyes on Derrick as he departed from Pansy and made his way down the halls. A bunch of giggling girls followed him around. Then, another group of girls approached him and they began talking. He had his own fan club. Girls everywhere stopped when he walked passed them or gave them a smile. Others tried to find out if he was dating anyone or looking for a snogging partner. Even girls in Gryffindor went into giggling fits when he passed by. Practically everyone did. Everyone but Hermione.
Harry and Ron met up with Hermione and they entered the classroom. They didn't want to get detention their first class and with Snape, it was fairly easy to land a detention. Snape was at the front of the classroom getting everything ready for his lesson. Only a few people where in the class, including Neville who was trembling in his seat. Draco was outside watching Derrick. It seemed like every girl was watching Derrick at all times, trying to talk with Derrick, trying to be seen with Derrick. Even his own fan club was nowhere to be found. Never mind, they were present. They were just hidden by other girls surrounding Derrick. Who does this guy think he is?
Annoyed, as soon as Derrick left Draco headed to the crowd. He told himself they were just trying to be polite. He decided to tell the story of how he hurt his arm. Mostly all the Slytherins stayed to listen and so did some of his other admirers, but Draco couldn't help but notice that a big part of the crowd left when Derrick did.
The bell rung and Snape began to explain what lesson they would be doing today. Derrick entered the classroom, late. Snape looked at him and then said idly, "Settle down, settle down."
A bunch of whispering went on then, usually only Malfoy was able to get away with anything in Snape's class. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were curious to see Malfoy's reaction however; they quickly noticed he wasn't in class yet. As if on cue, Malfoy walked into class and headed to a seat casually as if he didn't just miss the first five minutes of class.
"Draco...," Snape said disappointedly, "You are late. See me after class." Malfoy was shocked. Professor Snape never gave noticed he was late before. Hermione was socked too. Malfoy only entered the class a few seconds after Derrick, who got no see-me-after-class.
"As I was saying," Snape said, "Today we will be making basic truth potions. Does anyone here know what basic truth potion enables you to do?"
As usual Hermione's hand went into the air. "Yes, Derrick?" Snape said.
"They enable you to make the drinker speak the truth when asked questions," Derrick replied happily.
"No that's a different truth potion. Malfoy please help him out."
"A basic truth potion just allows you to tell if someone is lying or not. It is a Truth Potion... without the basic in front that enables you to do what he just said."
"Very good Draco. Five points to Slytherin. Now everyone pair up.. Snape looked at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He approached their table, gave them the usual unpleasant smile, and said, "Did you not here me say pairs? Or should I repeat myself?"
"But everyone else has a partner," Hermione replied.
"Work alone then."
"Sir," Malfoy called, "I need helping slicing these weeds, because of my arm-"
"Potter, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without even looking up.
"There's nothing wrong with your arm Malfoy," Harry hissed. Malfoy smirked at him from across the table. Harry walked over, grabbed his weeds and began chopping them.
"How long will you be un-able to cut things up Malfoy?" Harry asked.
"Another week I suppose. POTTY did you just agree to help me out the whole week with my potions? Sir, Potter has asked to help me the whole week with my Potions."
Snape looked over, "Very well then Potter. You shall do what Malfoy says." Harry smiled. His plan was working out perfectly.
At dinner Harry decided to share his plan with Ron and Hermione. "Malfoy now told the class that he won't be able to do his own work on behalf of his arm. And tomorrow is Quiditch tryouts. How can he try out?"
"Harry for Merlins sake, we all know his arm will be better for tryouts. Just not better enough to cut his own roots," Ron said.
"Everyone will know he is a phony," Harry said hopefully.
"But who would care?" Hermione asked, "He is Malfoy. No one cares whether he lies or not."
"Derrick sure is making Malfoy pissed," Ron commented.
"Well you were right," Hermione said.
"Right? About Derrick... of course we were. He is just like Malfoy eh?" Harry said.
"After Pansy and the other Slytherins talked to him, yes, he is."
"Great. Two prats to deal with everyday. What a year this is gonna be!" Ron said sarcastically.
"Thursday we have Professor Lupin," Harry said.
"So maybe Thursday will be a good day. But, Harry we should go get some rest for the big day tomorrow."
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