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A/N: Yeah..more story..here ya go.

Chapter 2: Sticky Situation

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'Oh Lord, not again,' Mandy thought she woke up late again, but she was wrong. She woke up early this time. She didn't want to go back to sleep though, in case she were to relive yesterday's fiasco. She looked at her clock, 6:28. Only an hour and a half until breakfast, and then classes at 8:30.

Getting up from her comfy bed, Maranda changed and showered, coming out just in time to get her things together and head down to the Great Hall. She had a feeling that the day would be much better than yesterdays. She looked at her schedule as she sat down at the Gryffindor table; Charms was first, followed by Transfiguration, Potions, lunch time, Arithmancy, and Herbology.

Taking some toast and jam, Maranda made sure she had all of her homework with her. As she did, none other than Draco Malfoy walked over to the end of the table, where she was sitting.

"Mudblood wake up early this morning?" Several evil looks were made at Malfoy, but Maranda stayed quiet as he added, "Well, at least you're sitting with your house this time. I didn't think you were that stupid..Of course, you said it was a mistake.. Maybe it was wishful thinking. Maybe you want to be a Slytherin?"

Hermione usually kept quiet, but she couldn't stand it, "Go away, Malfoy. Leave her alone."

Draco pierced his blue eyes at her, "Watch it, Granger. I wouldn't want to go back to torturing you, now would I?" With that said, he walked out of the Great Hall doors.

"Well," Hermione looked at Maranda, "You're welcome. We should get to class. C'mon Ron, Harry.. Let's go."

Getting up from the table, Ron, Hermione, Harry, and Maranda left for charms class. When they entered, they sat together, but Maranda yet again did not talk. She knew they were nice people, but conversing with them was just too much to ask for on her second day of school. Professor Flitwick walked quickly into the classroom and directed everyone to take out their wands and books. He stepped on a podium which elevated him to seem taller, and raised his wand in the air.

"Turn your books to page 50 please. I want to teach you all a higher form of Wingardium Leviosa. This new spell can not only lift up your target fifty feet higher into the air than before, but you cn even levitate yourself! So, repeat after me. Subvolo Aerius!" After listening to the students chant the spell in unison, he directed them to then point at a closed ink bottle on their desk and cast the spell.

"Subvolo Aerius!" Maranda pointed to her ink bottle as rofessor Flitwick came around her side of the room to see how students were progressing.

The ink bottle rose slowly to the ceiling of the room where it stopped. Flitwick congratulated Maranda as she brought the bottle slowly back to her desk.

"As the ceiling is the highest point you can go to right now," Flitwick asserted, "You may practice on your own for homework. Beware though, If you don't say the spell correctly your target might never come back down. In fact, it might keep going. I've had that problem in my previous years of teaching. One of the students cast the spell on himself and didn't say it right. He was higher than fifty feet in the air outside and we had to fly a broom up to get him. That wasn't an easy task either, because if you get stuck, you have to say the counter curse, which is Devolo Degravo. Please remember this. I know you teens and your experiments. One mistake could do damage though."

Hermione looked at Maranda in awe and complimented her on the 'Fantastic Levitating.' Even Ron and Harry gave her a compliment. However, a few minutes before class ended, Draco unscrewed Maranda's ink bottle when everyone was getting a safety sheet on Charms from Flitwick's desk. As the students walked back to their desks to put their things away, Hermione asked Maranda to do the spell one more time.

"I guess so.. Subvolo Aerius." Watching as her ink bottle slowly levitated into the air, Maranda didn't notice her ink bottle turning downwards as Flitwick walked down the isle. Hermione yelled and pointed as she felt everyone's eyes on the bottle. It seemed like an eternity passed before Maranda realized what happened. The bottle's cap fell to the floor as ink spilled all over Professor Flitwick's poor little head.

Feeling flushed and embarassed, Maranda swore under her breath continuously until the whole class broke out in laughter. Everyone except Hermione, Ron, Harry, and Maranda. She was busy hiding her face from the laughing class. Flitwick approached her desk with ink dripping from his face.

"I don't think you closed the ink bottle tight enough." Draco wailed from across the room.

Poking her eyes from hiding, Maranda saw Flitwick's inky black face and she started to appologize. "It wasn't my fault Professor. I don't know how the ink bottle became unscrewed like that. You have no idea how horrible I feel. I'm so utterly sorry... Please forgive me."

Handing Flitwick a towel, Draco stuck his tongue out at Maranda and chuckled even more. The short professor wiped his face and head as the bell rang to indicate the end of class. He looked at Maranda as she stood solid like a statue and nodded to her.

"I understand," He quietly talked as students piled out of the classroom, "that it wasn't your fault. In fact, I know who it was. Being the kind and gentle teacher that I am, I will not punish you. Please, next time you have that bottle out, keep it within your viewing range. I'm sick of student pranks as much as the next teacher, but I am not capable of doing anything about them. If I get someone in trouble for their stupid immature actions, they will just go on pranking everyone. They always do. Have a good day, Miss Maguire. I forgive you."

Maranda left the classroom feeling relieved as though ten-thousand pounds of weight was lifted off of her. She thought over and over again who Flitwick had been referring to. It must've been Malfoy who unscrewed the ink bottle. If he was going to pull pranks on her all year, she should at least try and get revenge at some point, right? Or at least make a point to scare him or something. Before she could think any longer on the subject, a new and more horrid thought came into her brain; Potions class was next.

"You actually found your own seat this time, Maguire. Good thing. I wouldn't want you to leave any ink bottles unscrewed on my desk. They might tip over and spill on me." Draco was going to act like this to her all year. That statement proved it correct.

Ignoring his statement, Maranda sat next to Hermione and took out her potions book. Draco didn't take the ignoring lightly, hence the rude comment he made next.

"So," He looked at his friends with a sly smile planted on his face like a rotten weed, "I guess you are as stupid as you look. Who in the world would leave an ink bottle unscrewed..? It just isn't kosher."

Breathing in deeply, Maranda actually wanted Snape to come to class. She wanted draco to shut his awful mouth already so she could get on with her life. She had enough of his bull to last a lifetime and she didn't really want to take anymore. When she finished this thought, Snape sauntered slowly into the classroom, and down to the blackboard where he faced the students.

Now that he was in the room, Maranda wanted him to leave and go back to putting up with Malfoy. At least he didn't give off a terrible intimidation like Snape did. His face was stern and gave a feeling that he could do anything he wanted.

"He looks like he could kill someone," Maranda whispered to Hermione, who held in her laughter.

Snape looked to the Gryffindors' side of the room and sneered, and then looked at the Slytherins. "Turn your potion books to page 67 and read the three pages that follow. When you are all done I will explain to you what we will be doing. Start reading now. I will give you fifteen minutes. Go." Snape then sat at his desk and went through some papers.

Reading the material, Maranda wondered what kind of potion they would be making. The pages Snape assigned to read were about 'Complications That May Occur When Making Potions.' It was as though Snape were tempting the class to mess up. After ten minutes passed, most of the class was done reading. Draco threw a quill at Maranda's head and mouthed, "I need Ink" while pointing to his ink bottle.

At last, Severus got up from his desk and looked at the class in disgust. "Now," He took a paper from his desk and read from it, "You are now entitled to do this project. I have assigned you partners, and you are expected to make the potion on page seventy-eight. The potion might be a little complex, but I know my students will make it to perfection. Now, your partners..."

Everyone in class dreaded whoever they were assigned to work with. Snape started to list off names and who they would work with..The only bad part was the fact that Snape paired up Gryffindors with Slytherins and vice-versa. Now everyone was sure they would fail the project.

Snape continued naming off pairs, "Crabbe will work with Ron, Harry with Bridget, Hermione with Goyle." Maranda was next, Snape had gone from the back of the room to the front on the Gryffindors' side. "Maranda.....hmmm.. I made the mistake of putting you with Hermione...I don't think I was paying attention.. You'll be partners with Draco. Oh and Melanie, you are with Phillip."

Shock, complete and utter shock, Maranda could not believe who Snape had told her to work with. She wanted to protest, but obviously that wouldn't be a bright idea. Snape finished off the list and told everyone to sit next to their new partner.

"Well," Draco smiled evily at Maranda, "I guess you're in a sticky situation now.."

At that moment, Maranda wanted to punch Draco in the mouth, but she held back. Someday, she thought while turning her book to page seventy-eight, Someday I will get even...

Malfoy looked at Maranda's book and sighed, "God, I hate this. Why couldn't I be partners with Crabbe or Goyle. Snape thinks he's so tough partnering up opposite houses."

"Hey," Maranda spoke up, "I don't like it either, but we have to work together or we won't get anything done."

"Did I say I wanted you to talk to me?" He took out some ingredients from his desk.

"No, but we kind of have to if we're working together. You must've gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Adding a tablespoon of Wolfsbane to the cauldron, Maranda read the next ingredient while Draco sneered beside her.

He took the book from her and rudely stated, "You don't have to hog the book you know."

"Well, you should get your own book out then." Argued Maranda.

Draco added the next three ingredients and told her to stir it clockwise five times. As she did, Draco added powdered Frog's Feet and a green liquid labeled Porous Ooze.

"The book doesn't say what the potion is called...That's a first." Mumbled Draco as he added in the last of the ooze liquid.

Rasing her eyebrows, Maranda stopped turning the potion and remarked, "Is that a bad thing that the potion isn't titled?"

"No," Draco said as he took out some more ingredients for the potion, "Just odd."

As the class continued on with their work, Snape walked around the room studying the students. He found it rather strange that Malfoy and Maguire hadn't bit each other's heads off yet. He thought it strange for everyone. Surprisingly, the project was going pretty well. Everyone was working hardly with their partners; Snape figured that the students must be aching to get out of class. Yes, that was it, they thought the better they worked with their dreaded partners, the quicker the class would go by.

"Class," Snape announced, "You have fifteen minutes left to complete the potion. By the way," He sneered, "These partners of yours will be permanent for the year unless I change them, which is unlikely to happen."

Walking proudly back to his desk, Snape listened to several moans and groans made from the horrible news. They would be stuck with their partners for the rest of the year. Snape loved the sound of disappointment.

"Grrrr....Now I'm stuck with a mudblood for the rest of the year." Commented Draco. Maranda only brushed off the comment. If she had to listen to this all year, she might as well get used to it.

Ten minutes passed by and everyone was done conjuring the potions. Snape walked to each pair and checked their work. "Good," was heard often, along with, "Pretty well done, for a bad team." Finally he walked up to Draco and Maranda and stared in astonishment at the potion.

"How long did it take you two to make this?" He asked, still in shock.

Draco smiled, "20 minutes, Professor Snape,"

Nodding his head, Snape pressed on, "You two......did an excellent job. Won't you please come to the front of the class and demonstrate how it works? And..that is not a question...it is a command. Hop to it."

Taking a firm grasp on the cauldron, Draco and Maranda brought it to a table in front of the classroom. They set it down and looked at each other in both hatred and confusion. They didn't exactly know what to do with the potion, and they hated each other for not knowing what to do. Severus stepped up to them and directed them to take a spoon of the potion and pour it on the table. As they did this, the class watched as the potion had no negative effect on the table, for it just stayed there. Snape then told them to place something on the substance before it dried. Draco couldn't find anything, so he put the cauldron on the green potion. Severus stepped away from the table and told them to try and pull the cauldron off.

"It's stuck," Maranda said, helping Draco pull on the black cauldron.

"Exactly," Severus stared at the students, "It is a potion to use on enemies or fiends. It glues them to wherever you put the object and cannot be released until a counter-potion is made, or if you pull extremely hard. Seeing as Draco has only put a mere cauldron on the substance, it will be easy to pull off within three minutes. Which is in exactly one minute from now. I advise you two to pull gently on the cauldron, as the rest of the potion might spill if you pull too hard. Draco, you shouldn't have placed that cauldron on there. You could have just used a shoe or something. But I will not take points off because it was only a mistake."

Hermione whispered to Harry, "And because he's a Slytherin."

Seeing the green potion dry and turn into a pale green color, Draco told Maranda to pull on it. Once he saw that she couldn't get it off, Draco started to pull harder on it, yelling for Maranda to let go. She couldn't, her hands were stuck on part of the cauldron that the potion had spilled on when they were taking it out. Draco pulled harder and harder, yelling at Maranda.

"You stupid gryffindor, Let Go! You might have spilled the ink bottle, but I won't let your klutziness spill this on me!" draco pulled harder and harder.

Feeling the anger boil up within her, Maranda yelled, "I did not spill that ink bottle! It was you, you filthy little rat!" As she screamed this, the cauldron ripped off of the table, and off of Maranda's hand, and flew a foot into the air, spilling onto Draco's body.

The class snickered and chuckled as quietly as they could while Snape dashed over to help Malfoy. He wouldn't touch the potion-dripping student, so instead he took it out on 'Miss Maguire.'

"Miss Maguire I hope you are satisfied! It is going to take twice as long to get draco out of this mess than a lousy cauldron. You get detention tonight at six and ten points taken away from Gryffindor." Severus stared at Maranda with hatred and disgust as she took a deep breath.

"Professor Snape," Maranda clenched her fist, "I did not do this on purpose. It was a mistake. Draco has been instigating all day. In fact, he has been ticking me off since yesterday. You can't punish me for a mistake."

The classroom gasped in awe. Squinting his eyes, Snape firmly spoke as he walked closer to his attitude-filled student, "Young lady, must I remind you that you are talking to a professor? It was not a mistake, for if it was, I would not have punished you. You are punished, therefore, it wasn't a mistake. I know when my students make mistakes. Gryffindors don't make mistakes, they cause trouble. Slytherins on the other hand, are perfect angels."

As Maranda opened her mouth, the bell rang. She looked at Draco, who wasn't moving, and laughed, "Well Draco, looks like your in the sticky situation now." She turned to walk out of the classroom and faced Snape again, "I guess I belong in Slytherin then...It was a mistake. Just like coming here for school. See you in detention, Professor."