"Welcome to Herbology, class!" Professor Sprout exclaimed
cheerfully. "Let's continue with yesterday's lesson, shall we? I want
everybody to reach into the dirt, dig a hole and insert the tiny parigroom.
Now I want any of you who have wounds to be extremely careful. Just a few
drops of the parigroom's blood onto the wound or orally to a wizard can
cause near complete amnesia. I once had a drop fall onto a cut I had
acquired. I just wish I could remember when that happened. Anyways,
getting back to the point, no spell has been found to cure it yet either."
Professor Sprout then looked at Neville Longbottom, one of the clumsiest
wizards at Hogwarts and continued. "So just to be safe, for the rest of the
two weeks we will be working with them, you will all be required to wear
gloves." A moan echoed through the class, but all Professor Sprout said
was, "Well, that's a better response than I was expecting!"
She then handed each student a pair of gloves, all was putting them on reluctantly. Hermione, however, had the gloves on in a second. Professor Sprout then went to fetch her wand to show the class how to water the parigrooms.
Once Draco Malfoy saw she was gone, he headed to the front of the class. He turned to Neville and sneered, "Thanks to you, Butterfingers, we have to wear these stupid things! If you weren't such a bloody idiot always falling on your ass, we wouldn't have to look like fools ourselves!" He yelled raising his hands exposing the gloves. Everybody scowled at Malfoy save the other Slytherins, who just snickered.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione piped up. "You need them as much as anybody else, seeing how you have the IQ of a mountain troll. Not to mention, that you always look like a fool just by opening your mouth." She glared at Draco across the garden table with daggers as eyes.
Gasps went through the room as the color of red deepened in Draco's cheeks. "Shut YOUR mouth, mudblood! You think you're so BLOODY smart. Always showing off! Who are you trying to impress? I bet my grades are TWICE as good as yours seeing how BOTH my parents carry magical powers!" He smirked and continued, "What do you say about that?" he leaned across the garden table stopping within an inch of her face, "Mudblood." He whispered.
Hermione's heart pounded and she could feel the warmth of her face. She didn't know if it was from humiliation, hatred for Malfoy, or the excitement of the deep blue-gray color of his eyes staring directly into hers. Right then, she remembered just how much she despised him and she leaned in even closer and whispered, "I hate you." To everyone's surprise, she then slapped him and stormed out.
Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Slytherin of Malfoy's who had had a crush on him since their first year, ran to him and clutched his arm asking repeatedly if he was OK.
He replied by shaking her off and yelling, "Bloody Hell! Could you be anymore annoying?! Get off me!" Pansy backed off and glared after Hermione, while Malfoy, still rubbing his cheek, just smirked.
She then handed each student a pair of gloves, all was putting them on reluctantly. Hermione, however, had the gloves on in a second. Professor Sprout then went to fetch her wand to show the class how to water the parigrooms.
Once Draco Malfoy saw she was gone, he headed to the front of the class. He turned to Neville and sneered, "Thanks to you, Butterfingers, we have to wear these stupid things! If you weren't such a bloody idiot always falling on your ass, we wouldn't have to look like fools ourselves!" He yelled raising his hands exposing the gloves. Everybody scowled at Malfoy save the other Slytherins, who just snickered.
"Shut up, Malfoy!" Hermione piped up. "You need them as much as anybody else, seeing how you have the IQ of a mountain troll. Not to mention, that you always look like a fool just by opening your mouth." She glared at Draco across the garden table with daggers as eyes.
Gasps went through the room as the color of red deepened in Draco's cheeks. "Shut YOUR mouth, mudblood! You think you're so BLOODY smart. Always showing off! Who are you trying to impress? I bet my grades are TWICE as good as yours seeing how BOTH my parents carry magical powers!" He smirked and continued, "What do you say about that?" he leaned across the garden table stopping within an inch of her face, "Mudblood." He whispered.
Hermione's heart pounded and she could feel the warmth of her face. She didn't know if it was from humiliation, hatred for Malfoy, or the excitement of the deep blue-gray color of his eyes staring directly into hers. Right then, she remembered just how much she despised him and she leaned in even closer and whispered, "I hate you." To everyone's surprise, she then slapped him and stormed out.
Pansy Parkinson, a fellow Slytherin of Malfoy's who had had a crush on him since their first year, ran to him and clutched his arm asking repeatedly if he was OK.
He replied by shaking her off and yelling, "Bloody Hell! Could you be anymore annoying?! Get off me!" Pansy backed off and glared after Hermione, while Malfoy, still rubbing his cheek, just smirked.