A/N: Hullo everyone.

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Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything.

Title: Prophesy of Forbidden Love

Rating: PG-13

Chapter: Six

Chapter Title: Double Potions

                Hermione groggily picked up her schedule from her bedside table.  She searched for what classes she had that day.  Only two words popped out at her: DOUBLE POTIONS. 

        Hermione groaned and pulled her duvet over her head.  Potions, especially Potions with the Slytherins were something she didn't need.  Ever.  It was six in the morning and she already felt a headache coming on.

~*~

Hermione briskly buttered a biscuit.  She poked Harry and Ron, making a futile attempt to wake them up.  The two teenage boys were dozing on each side of Hermione.

When poking didn't work, she directed her wand to duplicate the pitcher of ice water and motioned the jugs over her two best friends' heads.  She then promptly proceeded to dump it on their heads.

Harry's eyes snapped open saw blurry figures laughing at him.  He felt oddly cold.

Ron, on the other hand, screamed like a little five year-old girl.

The whole Gryffindor table was shaking with laughter.

Of course Hermione was primly sitting with her legs crossed, daintily sipping her orange juice.

Ron pushed the bottom of the goblet so she snorted the citric drink up her nose.

This of course caused a full-on food fight.

~*~

Forty-five minutes and twenty-five lost points later, Harry Ron and Hermione go out their Potion supplies, talking quietly among themselves, pulling out occasional bits of scrambled egg and oatmeal.

The dungeon classroom slowly filled with louder, less studious students, still laughing over the food-fight.

As usual, the Potions Master Severus Snape, made his usual unfashionably late entrance.

"All of you, in your seats!" he barked.

"We'll be starting a potion called the Astronomical Drought.  It's a pair potion, for it changes the feeling by your astronomical sign.  So, if your astronomical zodiac sign clashes with your partner, you're in for a lesson of hell.  I personally think the potion is utterly useless. But the Headmaster insists learning it is mandatory.  Now, if you add three less dragon scales than you're supposed to, the effects of the drought will be temporary.  Now these are your pairs:

Potter, Parkinson.

Granger, Malfoy.

Thomas, Zambini

Longbottom, Bulstrode

Weasley, Martin"

Finally, everyone was paired and went to sit with their partners.

Hermione silently slipped into her seat next to Draco, scooting her stool as far away as possible, without going out of reach of the cauldron.

"I don't bite Granger."

"That's comforting Malfoy."

"Anyway, what is your zodiac sign?"

"Er………my what?"

"Were you not listening to anything Professor Snape was saying?!"

"Why? Did he say anything important?" In fact, Draco had listened to Snape's lecture, but he wasn't going to let her know that.

Hermione took a deep breath, held it in then exhaled.

"Okay then, when is your birthday?"

"Why does it matter?"

Hermione again took a deep breath and exhaled.  This was really frustrating her.

Forget about thinking about happy dancing centaurs. More like Writhing-in-pain centaurs with Draco's face.

She lost it, and screamed at him.

"What the hell is your problem Malfoy?!"

"Erm…do you seriously want me to answer that?"

This went on for quite some time.  Hermione was getting very pissed off.  And Draco was extremely amused.

Professor Snape came over to check on their progress.

"Have you done anything?" he asked incredously.

"Well um see sir, we uh yeah, so er………"

"Twenty-five points from Gryffindor Miss Granger."

"Shouldn't Malfoy get points off as well?!"

This is when Draco stepped in to present his case.

"Well, sir I kept trying to get started.  But Granger here kept arguing on what ingredients to put in the cauldron, despite your ingredient list written up on the board."

Draco leaned back in his seat smirking.

Hermione protested. "That isn't true! You were teasing me you big oaf!"

"Let's not resort to name-calling Granger. We're past first year, if you remember. Besides, if anyone, it's your big friend Hagrid who's the big oaf." Draco smirked.

"Enough!  I've had enough of you two!  Follow me!  We're going to the Headmaster!"