Hey people. I'm in an updating mood. Well I hope you guys like this chapter and please review. I love getting them and advice is always welcome. If there is anything you don't like please tell me. I really wanna know what you guys think. In the last chapter, when Hermione and Malfoy were fighting before Hagrid's class, Hermione was gonna call him a deatheater. Sorry for any confusion. Well enjoy.

WARNING: some of you might start to think that Hermione is acting out of character by standing up to Malfoy and things like that, but please remember that she is now 17 and it is possible to change. So just in case you think this, just know that she is different from fifth year Hermione (at some parts) hope you understand but if it still bothers you please tell me and I'll see what I can change. thanks a bunch now you can enjoy or hate whatever makes ya happy

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Hermione didn't know how long she had sat on the couch going over what Malfoy had said. She thought of different scenarios in which Malfoy had become a Deatheater. Once her imagination ran wild, she realized that she was being silly.

"He's still mean and unfeeling, deatheater or not" Hermione said to herself. "He was probably lying to me anyway."

It wasn't long until Hermione had convinced herself that Malfoy was a true deatheater and she cursed herself for almost believing him.

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK

Hermione had completely forgotten that she was supposed to do her Transfiguration with Harry and Ron. She walked over to the portrait and opened it, only to be met by two very worried looking Gryffindors.

"Hermione! Where have you been?!" Ron screamed walking in to her common room.

"Yeah, you didn't come to dinner, and then Malfoy walked in looking smug about something and we were really worried…" Harry said, a little calmer than Ron.

"Oh, well I wasn't really hungry so I …took a nap" Hermione said looking at the floor. She couldn't tell Harry or Ron about what Malfoy had said because they didn't know he was a Deatheater in the first place.

"Oi! Hermione! Sorry you two, but this kitchen and I are new best friends" Ron shouted as he came back into the common room with a butterbeer.

"Ron, your stomach makes you forget everything else that matters" Harry said playfully. "One minute, you're concerned about 'Mione, then you drop everything to eat."

"Well excuse me, Mr. Potter, it's not everyday you come across cabinets that give you whatever you want" Ron said in a mock professor tone.

"What?!" Harry asked while making his way over to the kitchen. "Wow! Hermione you have got to invite us over here more often!" Harry said while he opened his chocolate frog.

"Well you see, she has to come to me first" Malfoy said as he entered the room. Ron spit out his butterbeer, and Harry choked on his frog. "Well, isn't this sweet? Gryffindors who can't digest food properly. Now get out before I make you."

"You can't kick us out, Malfoy. This is Hermione's common room too." Ron said after he stopped coughing.

"Yes, well we both have to agree on who can be in here. I don't agree to having the prince and the pauper in the common room right now."

"Come on, you guys. We can work in my room. It's big enough" Hermione interjected before an all out fight could start.

"Are you sure you're just going to be doing 'work' in there, Granger?" Malfoy asked with a mischievous look in his eye.

Catching on to his meaning, Hermione glared at him. "Sorry, Malfoy, but not everyone is as perverted as you."

Hermione, Harry, and Ron went upstairs to Hermione's room fuming about how annoying Malfoy was.

It was only the second week of classes and Hermione was already ahead of the other students in her schoolwork and she was the top of her year. And no one hated that more than Snape. He would always give pop quizzes or surprise assignments just to try to fail her at something. But each time he corrected the quizzes or assignments, he always found himself giving the annoying know-it-all Gryffindor a perfect score. One day (A/N: at band camp…), right before Potions, Harry marveled over this.

"It's obvious he's just trying to fail you, 'Mione"

"Well, we don't know that for sure. He could just be trying to fail Gryffindor in general," Hermione said, not wanting to believe Snape could dislike her that much.

"It's true Hermione. Yesterday, at detention, he was grading our papers. I saw him grading yours and he looked like he was gonna throw up when he gave you a 100" Ron interjected.

"Ronald Weasley! First of all, you should NEVER  look at another student's grade, and second of all, what do you keep doing that lands your ass in detention?!"

"Oh, come off it, 'Mione! Snape's just a greasy old git who makes up excuses to put me in detention."

"Here, here" Harry said.

"Are you encouraging this?" Hermione asked, turning to Harry.

"Oh, no. I just think that sometimes, Snape abuses his power as a professor to give Ron detentions for petty things. Ron's right, he's just a greasy old git."

"Yeah. He's just a git." Ron said.

"Yes, I suppose I can't argue with you there" Hermione said.

"Is the mudblood saying she can't argue with the Weasel?" a cold voice Hermione knew all too well sneered. "Well there's a first."

"Go to hell, Malfoy" Ron said through gritted teeth.

"No thanks, Weasley. Your house isn't really my style."

"You little ferret!" Ron yelled, getting up from his seat, looking ready to throw a punch.

"Ron, please sit down. Don't get so worked up; it's only Malfoy" Hermione said soothingly. Ron seemed to have calmed down, and he took his seat.

"Mudblood, Scarhead, and Weasel, I bid you good day" Malfoy said walking away once Snape entered the class.

"Today, class" Snape started, "We will have a practical lesson. You will each make a potion. You will all be making different ones, so don't even try to cheat off someone else. I have here a list of all your names and the potion you will be making. You will then have to look up the ingredients and make the potion. If you already know the potion, which I highly doubt, then you may start working on the potion immediately. You will each give me a sample of your potion and I will grade it. Begin."

Everyone in the class slowly made their way up to the list of names and potions. Except Hermione. She was looking forward to a practical lesson. Less listening, more doing. Hermione waited until most of the class saw their potion and went back to their seats before she went up to the list. She looked down until she found her name and written neatly next to it was "Polyjuice Potion". Hermione smiled. Snape was trying to fail her by giving her a highly advanced potion. Little did he know, she had successfully brewed the potion five years ago.

"Miss Granger, I do hope that this potion isn't too hard for you. We wouldn't want to make our Head Girl uncomfortable" Snape sneered.

"No worries, Professor" Hermione said as she made her way to the ingredient closet. Snape watched as Hermione got the right ingredients and their amounts for her potion. She brought the ingredients back to her cauldron, smiling smugly at Snape's dumbfounded expression.

"Professor, I am going to need some hair from someone. Who do you suggest I get this from?"

"There is human hair in the ingredient closet" Snape said angrily.

 "Is there a problem, Professor?" Hermione asked sweetly when she got back from the closet, "You look ill all of a sudden." Harry and Ron snickered; only they knew why she was so familiar with the potion's contents.

"Well, Miss Granger, you seem to know the Polyjuice Potion very well. A little too well, perhaps?" Snape asked.

"In 2nd year, I read about it, Professor Snape. In fact I was so intrigued by it that…" Harry and Ron exchanged worried glances. They were afraid she was going to rat them out."…that I tried to make it. Halfway through, I realized that some of the ingredients weren't accessible. So, I had to throw it out. Since then, I've wanted to make it and I've never forgotten the ingredients. Thank you Professor, for making one my long term goals, not to mention dreams, come true. I don't know what I would have done without your very kind assignment." Hermione smiled that sweet smile of hers one more time and continued working.

Harry and Ron found it unbelievably amazing how this lie just flowed out of Hermione's mouth. She was always complaining how she couldn't ever fool Snape.

"Very well. Why aren't all of you looking up your ingredients instead of staring at Miss Granger and myself? Work!"

Quickly, everyone got to work. Hermione might have gotten one over Snape, but he was still terrifying. After about half an hour, Hermione completed her potion. It wouldn't be useable for another 2 months or so, but Snape could grade it. Hermione gave Snape a sample and inquired as to what she should do next.

"Go assist one of your classmates…" Hermione immediately started to go over to help Neville, but Snape stopped her.

"You didn't let me finish, Miss Granger. Go assist one of your classmates. Malfoy, perhaps? If you can make Polyjuice potion, I'm sure the Textra Elixir won't be a problem. Go."

Hermione slowly walked over to Malfoy, who stood over his cauldron with his famous smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, Granger, don't look too happy" Malfoy sneered as Hermione came and stood next to him.

"Shut it, Malfoy. I'm just going to get this over with. For now, I'll do the potion and you can pretend like you have a life, ok?" Hermione said sarcastically. She started doing the potion as fast as she could without making a mistake. Draco was amazed at how she also knew this potion without looking at the book. He read the text and he still didn't know what it did.

"So, mudblood, what does this potion do?" Draco sneered.

"Didn't you even read the text?! Of course not, how typical" Hermione raged. She didn't yell because she knew it would land her a big fat detention.

"Well?" Draco asked, smirking as usual.

"The Textra Elixir reverses a memory charm and it is a fairly recent discovery. Once it's made, it must be given to the Ministry because of what it does. If you want to reverse a memory charm on someone, you must go to the Acceptable Use of Potions Office at the Ministry" Hermione explained, not once taking her eyes off the potion or stopping her progress. Draco couldn't believe how much thought Hermione put in answering a simple question. Her answer was thorough, but it looked like it took her no effort at all to reply to the question.

"This potion is done. Just watch and stir; I've done everything else." Hermione left without so much as a goodbye as she went back up to Professor Snape to ask for a new task. After what seemed like a pretty heated exchange, a red faced Hermione walked back  to Draco's cauldron.

"Back so soon?" Draco asked.

"I'm supposed to watch and make sure you stir counter clockwise" Hermione said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, well better get to it then" Draco said, barely hiding his snickering.

"Malfoy, you've cost my house so many points today, I'm about to take that thing you're stirring with and stab you with it."

"Violence is not the answer, Granger."

"Oh, really?! Who are you to talk about violence when you and hundreds like you terrorize muggles and good wizards and witches! Is violence the answer then?!" Hermione spat. She didn't care if anyone heard her.

"Mudblood, shut the hell up!" Draco whispered.

"No!" Hermione shouted while she stood up, startling the whole class, "I'm not going to shut the hell up! How dare you call me mean and nasty things when you're the nastiest thing of all!"

"Miss Granger that will do!" Professor Snape shouted from behind his desk, a hint of desperation in his voice that no one caught.

"No, it won't do! I am sick and tired of being treated like I'm not a real witch just because I'm muggleborn. I get the best grades out of our whole year, I'm always ahead of everyone, purebloods and muggles alike, and I try harder than everyone in this room! I work and I work and I do all that I can and I'm still called a mudblood!"

The whole class stopped to watch now. They weren't really listening to what was being said but they were watching Hermione. Something was happening to her. She was…glowing. A bright white light surrounded her entire body and the more she yelled, the brighter the light became. If you looked closely, you would see that her eyes were literally red with anger. Her warm, amber-brown eyes were now red pits of fire. Hermione didn't even realize that she was glowing or that Draco looked absolutely petrified. However, she didn't stop yelling at him.

"You are vile and evil and I hate you! I hate you!" Hermione screamed while pointing her finger at Draco. When she did this, though, a hex flew from her finger into Draco, causing him to fly backwards.

Hermione immediately stopped glowing and yelling as she watched Draco get up and stare at her. She didn't know what happened or where all that anger came from. She began to feel very weak and dizzy. She heard a soft whisper behind her.

"'Mione?" Harry started, "'Mione, how did you do that? When you stood up, your wand dropped from the table and rolled over to me. It was over here the whole time."

"I don't know" Hermione said as she lightly swayed. Before she knew it, Hermione had fallen to the ground. Wide blue eyes were the last things Hermione saw before she slipped out of consciousness and was consumed by darkness.

A/N: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

 (imagine someone laughing and rubbing their hands together, plotting)

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