The Letters You Sent: It's How It All Began
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Chapter Three: "He knows me BETTER than myself."
"What were you thinking Weasley? Girls have a wicked mid of their own, whatever you think, they think the opposite. Sorry mate, but your in it now!" Seamus said, and then left to go to his class.
"Ron if you don't want to listen to us, just talk to her." Harry said, as him and Ron made their way to Potions from the Great Hall.
"But what if she doesn't listen, what if she just assumes I'm talking bull?" Ron said, punching the wall on his way down the stairs.
"She'll listen, when has she not?" Harry said, as they took their seats.
"A lot of times." Ron said quietly, but Harry didn't hear him.
As usual the class began, and ended, in misery. The Gryffindor's were totally feeling it.
"Longbottom, what would you call this?" Snape asked.
"The Starry Glaze sir." Neville said quietly.
"This is not the Starry Glaze. This is rubbish! Tell me Longbottom, can you follow directions?" Snape sneered, taping the chalk board.
"Yes sir." Neville answered, very nervous now, it surely showed on his face. Harry, Ron and Hermione looked like they wanted to assinate professor Snape. They had almost gotten through one class without losing house points.
"Than read line number two."
"Oh dear." Neville said glumly, as his potion began to burst into flames. This wasn't good. Everyone freaked out.
"Glacious!" Hermione shouted, and pointed her wand to the flames. They extinguished luckily, and everyone sat back down. That is except for professor Snape.
"MR. LONGBOTTOM, would it kill you not to be a klutz for one of my classes?" He shouted at Neville. Neville looked like he was going to cry. He had forgotten to simply add one more essence of haniun….
"Oh Longbottom's going to cry. Oh poor laddie. Does he need his daddy po?" Draco whispered, and the Slytherins cracked up. Hermione turned around in her chair, and shot Draco a look. He blushed, and everyone was quiet suddenly.
"50 points from Gryffindor for your little stunt Longbottom." Snape said, turning on his heel, toward Hermione.
"As for you Ms. Granger, would it kill you not to be a know it all for a matter of a minute?" Draco sat up so fast his chair fell over. He was fuming. Snape looked at Draco.
"Sir, can I go to the Hospital Wing? I don't feel my best right now…" Draco started to say, but never managed to finish . He passed out onto the floor.
You could hear a pin drop in that room at that moment. Hermione was the only one to say anything.
"Professor, I'll take him to Madam Promfey." Hermione said, getting up.
"It's going to cost you another 50 points Granger." Snape said a little too loudly for a teacher.
"Then so be it." She muttered, got the unconscious Draco off the floor, muttered locomotor mortis, and walked out of the room, Draco's body floating behind her. She slammed the door loudly.
Snape took a glass, smashed it to the floor, and fumed "I'm taking two hundred."
No one dared to say anything at that moment, even if it meant life or death.
Hermione was leaving the hospital wing, when she heard a flutter of wings. She looked up as she went down the stairs, her bag slung over her shoulder. An owl fluttered before her, with a letter in his beak. She took the letter, and a second later the owl was gone. She opened it, and found the same handwriting, and a note unsigned, again.
That was a pretty decent thing you just did. Even though you hate him, you know he'll appreciate it somewhere deep down. I have my sources, and they tell me he doesn't hate you anymore, more or less might even fancy you. I hope you do well on your Ancient Runes exam. But of course a bright girl like you would have no trouble at all. I hear you Harry and Ron aren't speaking right now. You know they're kicking their bottoms right now for it. Talk to them, just once, and see if they come around.
"How did he know about my exam?" Hermione wondered. This guy most definetly must be hacking into her mind, more or less spying on her.
She rushed off to the Owlery with the letter in her hand. She had an idea. She just hoped that the owl who gave her the letter was still there.
You just wait to the next chapter! Something happens…..Sorry that this chapter's short, I'm on a roll writing the next chapter!