Author's Notes: Yay! Thanks to the EosRaven person, I have decided that people actually read and like this story, so I've decided to recontinue it. Yay for me! Also, I finally finished writing my Chicago meets HP fic that I just posted. So, check that out.

Chapter 15

"Granger!" Snape barked. "You're late!"

"I HAVE CRAMPS!"

"And I care because…" Snape drawled. "50 points from Gryffindor."

"I was 2 bloody seconds late! Malfoy was late, too!"

"Don't talk back to me, Granger." Snape added, "Another 10 points from Gryffindor. And 5 points to Slytherin for putting up with ignorant Gryffindors."

"Bloody git!" Hermione wailed. And then, she promptly burst into tears.

"Ms. Granger!" Snape shouted, "20 points from Gryffindor!"

"Just because you're a bloody greasy git lonely prat monkey nark, doesn't mean you can torture me! I'll have you know, that I'm HAVING MY PERIOD!" Hermione shouted. Malfoy slapped his forehead and started to bang his head against his desk repeatedly. Why me! Why me! Why is every bloody person in this bloody world against me!

"Ms. Granger!" Snape growled, "I'll have you know that I will not be tolerating this type of behavior from you.

"Oh my Merlin!" Hermione suddenly grinned.

"What?" Snape asked cautiously, not quite sure if he wanted to know what was going through the, obviously, mentally unstable girl's head.

"I love making Potions! C'mon I want to get started! I love potions! I love this class!" Hermione smiled and promptly burst into a fit of giggles. All Malfoy could do was look at her in horror.

"Hermione!" he hissed. "Sit your arse down! You're embarrassing me!"

"I love you, too!"

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!" Malfoy bounded up and ran around like a chicken with its head cut off (Like Ms. Hess, our guidance counselor huh!).

Guys should not have all these emotions. How can they handle it when the only emotions they deal with are anger and happiness…and hunger…if that's an emotion…Draco thought.

"SIT!" Snape bellowed. "20 points from Gryffindor!" Hermione started to tear up.

"Oh, stuff it, Granger!" Malfoy retorted to her unspoken objection.

"Today we will be making a truth potion," Snape informed them, in his usual drawl. Malfoy grinned, diabolically.

"Now, the final step is to simply let the Veritaserum cool for 29 minutes." Snape then added, pompously, "of course, some of you," he pointedly looked at Neville and Hermione, "will find this rather challenging."

About 35 minutes later, everyone in the class had their potions in vials and placed them on Snape's desk. "Good," Snape commended Draco, "very good. CLASS DISMISSED!"

"HALLELUJIA!" Hermione yelled and skipped out of the class.

"Um, sir, could I take the rest of my Veritaserum with me?" Draco Malfoy asked, cautiously.

"Well," Snape said, "I suppose so. You are, after all, one of my best students."

"Thank you, sir!" Malfoy grinned and darted out of the room with the potion clutched in his hand.

"Hermione?" Draco called. He had just entered their common room.

"Yeah?" came the sad-sounding reply.

"Um…I made us both chocolate milkshakes," Malfoy told her.

"CHOCOLATE!"

"I take that as a thank-you."

"I'll be down in a minute!" Hermione yelled from her room.

Author's Notes: wow-reaaallly short. W/e. 5 points to whoever can guess what's wrong w/ the milkshakes…not that difficult for those of you with more than 1 brain cell.

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