My Own Way
This is my first Harry Potter fic, and I guess I'll rate it general G, until I know what will happen.
Please don't flame me. This is my first HP fic.
Discy: I dun own the characters you recognize.
And...that's all.
Ch1: Illegal Lethal Potions
Hermione tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she ran to her Head Girl dorm, near Gryffindor Tower. She quickly whispered the password and slipped through the small armor.
She tossed her books on her desk and stretched. She was very tired, having been to her first Illegal Lethal Potions class, which the top four students in each of the Houses took. Of course, the Gryffindor top student was none other than Hermione Granger.
They had serendipidiously (sp?) created a revivng potion. Hermione had accidentally brushed up against the small jar of rat tails while reaching toward the leech juice. Melphius, their small hamster Tester, was hit by a splash of Draco Malfoy's potion, which was an instant death one. Poor Melphius had fallen. And Hermione was frantically glimpsing over at Snape, who was looking at her. She stirred her couldren quickly, and a small drop spilled out, falling on Melphius. The hamster got back up and pranced around again. The other three stared at her, then Snape jotted a note down onto his parchment.
Hermione sighed and brushed her hair, trying to forget the look of suspicion Snape had set upon her. But nothing, not even relaxing Arithmancy, could unglue that glare.
Her personal dorm was about the same size as a regular dorm, but with only one four poster bed. It had a desk, a closet, a bathroom, and a balcony.
She fell back onto her bed, her hair fanning out behind her. She yawned and rolled over.
The Illegal Lethal Potions class was not known by anyone but the one's who attended the classes. That meant Hermione had to keep her mouth shut to Harry and Ron. She hated to do that. So it irked her even more. It was held at one in the morning for three straight hours, so Hermione had to get all the sleep she could.
She yawned and blinked. Without changing her clothes or tucking herself into her sheets, she doze off.
This is my first Harry Potter fic, and I guess I'll rate it general G, until I know what will happen.
Please don't flame me. This is my first HP fic.
Discy: I dun own the characters you recognize.
And...that's all.
Ch1: Illegal Lethal Potions
Hermione tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as she ran to her Head Girl dorm, near Gryffindor Tower. She quickly whispered the password and slipped through the small armor.
She tossed her books on her desk and stretched. She was very tired, having been to her first Illegal Lethal Potions class, which the top four students in each of the Houses took. Of course, the Gryffindor top student was none other than Hermione Granger.
They had serendipidiously (sp?) created a revivng potion. Hermione had accidentally brushed up against the small jar of rat tails while reaching toward the leech juice. Melphius, their small hamster Tester, was hit by a splash of Draco Malfoy's potion, which was an instant death one. Poor Melphius had fallen. And Hermione was frantically glimpsing over at Snape, who was looking at her. She stirred her couldren quickly, and a small drop spilled out, falling on Melphius. The hamster got back up and pranced around again. The other three stared at her, then Snape jotted a note down onto his parchment.
Hermione sighed and brushed her hair, trying to forget the look of suspicion Snape had set upon her. But nothing, not even relaxing Arithmancy, could unglue that glare.
Her personal dorm was about the same size as a regular dorm, but with only one four poster bed. It had a desk, a closet, a bathroom, and a balcony.
She fell back onto her bed, her hair fanning out behind her. She yawned and rolled over.
The Illegal Lethal Potions class was not known by anyone but the one's who attended the classes. That meant Hermione had to keep her mouth shut to Harry and Ron. She hated to do that. So it irked her even more. It was held at one in the morning for three straight hours, so Hermione had to get all the sleep she could.
She yawned and blinked. Without changing her clothes or tucking herself into her sheets, she doze off.