Sneering Implications
AN:
As I promised you.
This chapter ends in a cliff hanger.
I am very disapointed in all of you slackers!
I know you are reading this fic!
And if you are not... then WHY are you reading this author's note???? HMMMM????
I do not own Harry Potter... though I do seem to be trying to torture the poor boy...
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"I pity you," Ron snickered looking at Harry and Hermione's schedules on Tuesday morning. "Potions fist thing every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday! You don't even have it in the afternoon so you can do your homework during lunch! Man I pity you…"
"Shut up," Harry said sourly. He was not looking forward to seeing his hated Professor who had saved his life when he had wanted to lose it. Snape would never let him live his attempt down. 'The-Boy-Who-Lived-Who-Failed-At-Suicide-And-Was-Saved-By-Former-Deatheater' Luckily he'd only have to endure snide hints and jokes about that bloody night. Their story about having Chicken Pox would not work if some of the teachers were contradicting it. "I am not looking forward to facing Snape after what happened."
"Relax," Hermione said soothingly. "You have all of your Potions work done, so he can't sneer at you for that and Dumbledore would be furious if he mentioned in any way what happened that night. He'll just be his usual greasy self and you have been bearing that for five years. That should be long enough for you to have developed thick skin to his comments. And you won't have to see him the rest of the day, at least you'll stop dealing with him after the morning."
"Yeah… So I can be in a bad mood for the rest of the day," Harry said sourly, pushing his bacon and eggs around on his plate. A nauseous feeling had fell upon him as soon as he learned that he would have to face the Potions master right after breakfast.
"We have to go," Hermione said after a few minutes of ignoring Harry's last comment. "Potions starts in about eight minutes, and Merlin knows what he'd do to us if we're late today."
"Ah… a free period," Ron gloated reclining against his hands that he put behind his head and crossing his ankles in front of him to keep his balance. "No class for an hour and a half yet. I think I'll go back to the common room and nap… or maybe I'll go and visit Hagrid, assuming he doesn't have a class."
"Shut up Ron," Harry said collecting his things and left with Hermione to go to one of the portals to hell. They walked into the dungeon classroom and sat behind three Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuffs, staying well away from Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Millicent Bulstrode who occupied the right side of the room and all sneered at the two Gryffindors who dared take N.E.W.T. Potions with the very biased Slytherin Head of House.
The Potions Master swept into the room a few moments after Harry and Hermione had left their essays on his desk and had sat back down in their seats. He sent his customary glare towards the left side of the room but added his sneer when he saw Harry and Hermione in the back of the classroom, "So Miss Granger and Mr. Potter have finally deemed my class worthy enough to attend. Perhaps they realized that they could not possibly hope to pass my class without any practical work."
The Slytherins snickered appreciating Snape's jibe while Harry bit his tongue to keep from snapping at the surly professor. However the professor was not yet done, "Potter, Granger, I want you both front and center so I can make sure that you do not blow up my lab." Then he added to himself so loudly the whole class could hear, "Only Merlin knows how Potter managed to qualify for this class. One of the members of his fan club must have been grading his Potions O.W.L."
As Harry and Hermione reluctantly moved their things and themselves to the front table the Slytherins laughed once again and only stopped when Snape said, "Today we are going to make Blood replenishing Potion."
Harry stiffened slightly and Hermione patted his knee comfortingly under the table. It did little good when Snape snapped, "Potter! Tell me how a blood replenishing potion works."
"One does of Viviaquaredeo, or fifty milliliters, will encourage a person's bone marrow to increase the production of red blood cells for two hours. One sdoes will cause approximately a liter of blood to be replaced within that hour," Harry said softly and then added icily, "Sir."
"Five points from Gryffindor for reciting out of a book," Snape said just as coldly. "And five points from Gryffindor for being flippant."
Harry resorted to biting his tongue again as Snape added, "And ten more points from Gryffindor for not explaining how the potion encourages the bone marrow to work harder."
The Potions Master instructed his students to brew Viviaquaredeo. Throughout the class Snape sneered at Harry's potion, making a point to look at his potion every ten minutes, each time insulting Harry. Finally he announced to the class ten minutes before class ended, "Bottle your potion and clean up your areas. Potter. Stay after class. We need to discuss your attitude in class."
"Greasy Git," Harry muttered under his breath as he cleaned various insect juices from his table.
"Shhh…" Hermione hushed as she neatly placed her left over supplies back into her potions kit. "You don't want a detention tonight."
Harry grumbled quietly and finished cleaning his area and bottlying his potion to be graded. When the bell sounded announcing the end of class the students left the room quickly, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs giving Harry sympathetic glances, the Slytherins sneering at him, and Hermione shot him a look that said 'Keep-your-temper-in-check-or-you'll-get-a-detention' but said aloud, "I'll tell Professor McGollangal that you are going to be late for class."
"Thanks Hermione," he replied dully.
Snape closed the door with a wave of his wand once Hermione had rushed out of the room and put a locking and silencing charm on it. He stared coldly at Harry until Harry broke the silence by saying, "You wanted to see me about my attitude in class, sir."
"I know perfectly well what I told you Potter," Snape snapped. "And although your attitude is just as sorry as ever, that is not what we are here to talk about."
"Then what are we going to talk about sir?" Harry asked coldly.
"You will report here every Wednesday and Thursday evening for Occulmency lessons. They will begin at precisely seven-thirty and end when I deem fit," Snape said sourly.
"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed shocked that the teacher who had throne him out of Occulmency lessons before was now forcing him to come back to them.
"You clearly have not mastered Occulmency otherwise you would not have gone to the ministry last June. You will explain your time with me as extra Potion classes to make up for your two week absence," Snape said sharply.
"Yes sir," Harry said through gritted teeth and eyes blazing with anger and an undertone of fear.
Harry turned to leave when the professor said coldly, "I don't believe you Potter."
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AN:
*laughs evilly*
Guess what! If you don't give me ten reviews... the next chapter will also end in a cliff hanger!
I've been trying to be nice.
But truth be told... I love writing cliff hangers... *points to a few in TEOTD*
SPEAKING of TEOTD... I hate that fic.... it will not be updated on 4/24/04...
Sorry to all who read it... but the writers block blocking it is made out of a titanium aloy...
*kicks the darn thing*
But you have to
REVIEW
THIS
FIC!
AN:
As I promised you.
This chapter ends in a cliff hanger.
I am very disapointed in all of you slackers!
I know you are reading this fic!
And if you are not... then WHY are you reading this author's note???? HMMMM????
I do not own Harry Potter... though I do seem to be trying to torture the poor boy...
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"I pity you," Ron snickered looking at Harry and Hermione's schedules on Tuesday morning. "Potions fist thing every Tuesday, Thursday and Friday! You don't even have it in the afternoon so you can do your homework during lunch! Man I pity you…"
"Shut up," Harry said sourly. He was not looking forward to seeing his hated Professor who had saved his life when he had wanted to lose it. Snape would never let him live his attempt down. 'The-Boy-Who-Lived-Who-Failed-At-Suicide-And-Was-Saved-By-Former-Deatheater' Luckily he'd only have to endure snide hints and jokes about that bloody night. Their story about having Chicken Pox would not work if some of the teachers were contradicting it. "I am not looking forward to facing Snape after what happened."
"Relax," Hermione said soothingly. "You have all of your Potions work done, so he can't sneer at you for that and Dumbledore would be furious if he mentioned in any way what happened that night. He'll just be his usual greasy self and you have been bearing that for five years. That should be long enough for you to have developed thick skin to his comments. And you won't have to see him the rest of the day, at least you'll stop dealing with him after the morning."
"Yeah… So I can be in a bad mood for the rest of the day," Harry said sourly, pushing his bacon and eggs around on his plate. A nauseous feeling had fell upon him as soon as he learned that he would have to face the Potions master right after breakfast.
"We have to go," Hermione said after a few minutes of ignoring Harry's last comment. "Potions starts in about eight minutes, and Merlin knows what he'd do to us if we're late today."
"Ah… a free period," Ron gloated reclining against his hands that he put behind his head and crossing his ankles in front of him to keep his balance. "No class for an hour and a half yet. I think I'll go back to the common room and nap… or maybe I'll go and visit Hagrid, assuming he doesn't have a class."
"Shut up Ron," Harry said collecting his things and left with Hermione to go to one of the portals to hell. They walked into the dungeon classroom and sat behind three Ravenclaws and two Hufflepuffs, staying well away from Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zambini, and Millicent Bulstrode who occupied the right side of the room and all sneered at the two Gryffindors who dared take N.E.W.T. Potions with the very biased Slytherin Head of House.
The Potions Master swept into the room a few moments after Harry and Hermione had left their essays on his desk and had sat back down in their seats. He sent his customary glare towards the left side of the room but added his sneer when he saw Harry and Hermione in the back of the classroom, "So Miss Granger and Mr. Potter have finally deemed my class worthy enough to attend. Perhaps they realized that they could not possibly hope to pass my class without any practical work."
The Slytherins snickered appreciating Snape's jibe while Harry bit his tongue to keep from snapping at the surly professor. However the professor was not yet done, "Potter, Granger, I want you both front and center so I can make sure that you do not blow up my lab." Then he added to himself so loudly the whole class could hear, "Only Merlin knows how Potter managed to qualify for this class. One of the members of his fan club must have been grading his Potions O.W.L."
As Harry and Hermione reluctantly moved their things and themselves to the front table the Slytherins laughed once again and only stopped when Snape said, "Today we are going to make Blood replenishing Potion."
Harry stiffened slightly and Hermione patted his knee comfortingly under the table. It did little good when Snape snapped, "Potter! Tell me how a blood replenishing potion works."
"One does of Viviaquaredeo, or fifty milliliters, will encourage a person's bone marrow to increase the production of red blood cells for two hours. One sdoes will cause approximately a liter of blood to be replaced within that hour," Harry said softly and then added icily, "Sir."
"Five points from Gryffindor for reciting out of a book," Snape said just as coldly. "And five points from Gryffindor for being flippant."
Harry resorted to biting his tongue again as Snape added, "And ten more points from Gryffindor for not explaining how the potion encourages the bone marrow to work harder."
The Potions Master instructed his students to brew Viviaquaredeo. Throughout the class Snape sneered at Harry's potion, making a point to look at his potion every ten minutes, each time insulting Harry. Finally he announced to the class ten minutes before class ended, "Bottle your potion and clean up your areas. Potter. Stay after class. We need to discuss your attitude in class."
"Greasy Git," Harry muttered under his breath as he cleaned various insect juices from his table.
"Shhh…" Hermione hushed as she neatly placed her left over supplies back into her potions kit. "You don't want a detention tonight."
Harry grumbled quietly and finished cleaning his area and bottlying his potion to be graded. When the bell sounded announcing the end of class the students left the room quickly, the Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs giving Harry sympathetic glances, the Slytherins sneering at him, and Hermione shot him a look that said 'Keep-your-temper-in-check-or-you'll-get-a-detention' but said aloud, "I'll tell Professor McGollangal that you are going to be late for class."
"Thanks Hermione," he replied dully.
Snape closed the door with a wave of his wand once Hermione had rushed out of the room and put a locking and silencing charm on it. He stared coldly at Harry until Harry broke the silence by saying, "You wanted to see me about my attitude in class, sir."
"I know perfectly well what I told you Potter," Snape snapped. "And although your attitude is just as sorry as ever, that is not what we are here to talk about."
"Then what are we going to talk about sir?" Harry asked coldly.
"You will report here every Wednesday and Thursday evening for Occulmency lessons. They will begin at precisely seven-thirty and end when I deem fit," Snape said sourly.
"WHAT?" Harry exclaimed shocked that the teacher who had throne him out of Occulmency lessons before was now forcing him to come back to them.
"You clearly have not mastered Occulmency otherwise you would not have gone to the ministry last June. You will explain your time with me as extra Potion classes to make up for your two week absence," Snape said sharply.
"Yes sir," Harry said through gritted teeth and eyes blazing with anger and an undertone of fear.
Harry turned to leave when the professor said coldly, "I don't believe you Potter."
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AN:
*laughs evilly*
Guess what! If you don't give me ten reviews... the next chapter will also end in a cliff hanger!
I've been trying to be nice.
But truth be told... I love writing cliff hangers... *points to a few in TEOTD*
SPEAKING of TEOTD... I hate that fic.... it will not be updated on 4/24/04...
Sorry to all who read it... but the writers block blocking it is made out of a titanium aloy...
*kicks the darn thing*
But you have to
REVIEW
THIS
FIC!