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Chapter 2: Potions Class
Hermione rushed down the stairs, right-left-left-right. Damn, why did Potions have to be in the dungeons? why couldn't they be on the main floor, like History of Magic. She sighed, still hurrying. Hermione, the little know-it-all, was late for class. Of course, that class was Potions. It only made sense. The only class she'd lose points and get a dentention for, was the class she was late for. Hermione burst in through the doors while the class was settling down. It was like that muggle movie she saw. Lord of the Rings? Yes that must of been it. When that Aragon or Aragorn or whatever guy burst in through the doors. The dramatic entrance! The whole class looked up, startled, and Hermione blushed. Snape whirled around at the intrusion.
" You decide to join us now, Ms. Granger? You're late. 10 points from Gryffindor, and a detention. See me after class."
Hermione just rolled her eyes, and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from her knapsack and sat down between Harry and Ron, as they made froom for you. They gave her questioning looks, but didn't want to risk the loss of points so they just waited for the practical part of the potions class. Much to Hermione's dissapointment, and even more so to Harry's and Ron's, Hermione was paired with Draco Malfoy.
"Okay Malfoy, I'll write up the 3 rolls of parchment on this. You make the potion."
Said Hermione, in no mood to talk, look, or listen to Malfoy. Hermione grabbed the quill from her knapsack and pulled out parchment, and her potions textbook. Draco rolled his eyes at Hermione's bossiness, yet actually did as he was told. When Draco had to wait for the cauldron to simmer, he turned on his bench and started to stare at Hermione.
'What has happened to the little insecure mudblood I used to tease?'
'She's grown. Shes matured.'
But that little annoying voice in Draco's head wouldn't go away. The other, more..Draco-ish...Side woudn't give up. as usual, the Little devil on his shoulder won.
'You hate her, she's a mudblood. She's beating you in all classes. And even worse. She hangs out with the golden boy, and the weasel. And now that little weaslette too.'
Hermione looked up, and dropped her quill. She started to massage her right hand with her left hand. If only she has self writing parchment..She sighed. Oh well... Her eyes gazed about the room. Harry and Blaise were trying their best to cope with eachother and Ron and Gram seemed to be working okay. Ooops guess not. Ron was yelling at Gram and the cauldron was starting to overflow. Neville was a nervous wreck. Hermione felt for the poor kid. She looked beside her and met Draco's eyes. She raised her eyebrows and asked
"Yes? Did you need something?"
Draco blinked, coming our of his reverie. He recovered quickly and gave a cool smirk
"Nothing from a mudblood."
Hermione didn't even flinch anymore. It was almost...Normal, as normal as it would be giving someone one of the worst wiazrding insults possible. Hermione lowered her eyes back to her book. She was trying. She saw that look that Malfoy had given her out on the grounds. He finally UNDERSTOOD. Hermione wasn't just smart, she was brave and pretty and an all-around good girl. Occasional rule-breaking, sure, but she was normal. It didn't matter that she was a 'mudblood' She liked The Weird Sisters. She couldn't stand hearing Voldemorts name. She LOVED chocolate frogs, a bit of an addiction really. Yet, no-one cared. Hermione was a normal witch. Just because she wasnt raised up as a witch didn't mean anything. She and Draco were exactly alike. If anything, Draco was more muggle-ish- then she was. He absolutely ADORED muggle CD's and movies, and hated robes. Always wearing muggle clothing underneath. How did Hermione know all that? She had her ways.
Hermione smirked to herself, her hair acting as a veil over her face. Draco frowned at her as the potion was done settling. Hermione picked up her parchment and the quill and continued writing.
When class was finally over. THANKFULLY! Hermione gathered her stuff up and walked towards the door. She turned around one last time to wait for Harry and Ron. She didn't even look at Draco, which was a mistake. She stuck her foot out, walking towards Harry, about to help him pack up, when Draco came walking over carefully. Draco was holding the cauldron full of a heavy happy draught. It made the person extremely happy. all of a sudden, Draco was falling. His foot and legs had triped over Hermione's. Before either of them knew what was happening, the whole draught had spilt all over Draco and Hermione. In a second they began giggling mercilessly as Snape glided over to them and roared
" DETENTION! AND MS.GRANGER. YOU ALREADY HAVE ONE! CAN YOU AFFORD TWO? CAN YOU AFFORD 20 HOUSE POINTS LOST? I THINK NOT. AND MR. MALFOY. DETENTION TONIGHT."
Hermione looked up at Snape and made a grin. She was too happy. She was serving detention tonight! With Malfoy! I think that even without the potion, she would of been positively glowing.
~*~*~ Right ;) I'm obsessed with fan-fic. Sorry to Robyn. :P But newayz. Next Chappie Soon :-D
Chapter 2: Potions Class
Hermione rushed down the stairs, right-left-left-right. Damn, why did Potions have to be in the dungeons? why couldn't they be on the main floor, like History of Magic. She sighed, still hurrying. Hermione, the little know-it-all, was late for class. Of course, that class was Potions. It only made sense. The only class she'd lose points and get a dentention for, was the class she was late for. Hermione burst in through the doors while the class was settling down. It was like that muggle movie she saw. Lord of the Rings? Yes that must of been it. When that Aragon or Aragorn or whatever guy burst in through the doors. The dramatic entrance! The whole class looked up, startled, and Hermione blushed. Snape whirled around at the intrusion.
" You decide to join us now, Ms. Granger? You're late. 10 points from Gryffindor, and a detention. See me after class."
Hermione just rolled her eyes, and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill from her knapsack and sat down between Harry and Ron, as they made froom for you. They gave her questioning looks, but didn't want to risk the loss of points so they just waited for the practical part of the potions class. Much to Hermione's dissapointment, and even more so to Harry's and Ron's, Hermione was paired with Draco Malfoy.
"Okay Malfoy, I'll write up the 3 rolls of parchment on this. You make the potion."
Said Hermione, in no mood to talk, look, or listen to Malfoy. Hermione grabbed the quill from her knapsack and pulled out parchment, and her potions textbook. Draco rolled his eyes at Hermione's bossiness, yet actually did as he was told. When Draco had to wait for the cauldron to simmer, he turned on his bench and started to stare at Hermione.
'What has happened to the little insecure mudblood I used to tease?'
'She's grown. Shes matured.'
But that little annoying voice in Draco's head wouldn't go away. The other, more..Draco-ish...Side woudn't give up. as usual, the Little devil on his shoulder won.
'You hate her, she's a mudblood. She's beating you in all classes. And even worse. She hangs out with the golden boy, and the weasel. And now that little weaslette too.'
Hermione looked up, and dropped her quill. She started to massage her right hand with her left hand. If only she has self writing parchment..She sighed. Oh well... Her eyes gazed about the room. Harry and Blaise were trying their best to cope with eachother and Ron and Gram seemed to be working okay. Ooops guess not. Ron was yelling at Gram and the cauldron was starting to overflow. Neville was a nervous wreck. Hermione felt for the poor kid. She looked beside her and met Draco's eyes. She raised her eyebrows and asked
"Yes? Did you need something?"
Draco blinked, coming our of his reverie. He recovered quickly and gave a cool smirk
"Nothing from a mudblood."
Hermione didn't even flinch anymore. It was almost...Normal, as normal as it would be giving someone one of the worst wiazrding insults possible. Hermione lowered her eyes back to her book. She was trying. She saw that look that Malfoy had given her out on the grounds. He finally UNDERSTOOD. Hermione wasn't just smart, she was brave and pretty and an all-around good girl. Occasional rule-breaking, sure, but she was normal. It didn't matter that she was a 'mudblood' She liked The Weird Sisters. She couldn't stand hearing Voldemorts name. She LOVED chocolate frogs, a bit of an addiction really. Yet, no-one cared. Hermione was a normal witch. Just because she wasnt raised up as a witch didn't mean anything. She and Draco were exactly alike. If anything, Draco was more muggle-ish- then she was. He absolutely ADORED muggle CD's and movies, and hated robes. Always wearing muggle clothing underneath. How did Hermione know all that? She had her ways.
Hermione smirked to herself, her hair acting as a veil over her face. Draco frowned at her as the potion was done settling. Hermione picked up her parchment and the quill and continued writing.
When class was finally over. THANKFULLY! Hermione gathered her stuff up and walked towards the door. She turned around one last time to wait for Harry and Ron. She didn't even look at Draco, which was a mistake. She stuck her foot out, walking towards Harry, about to help him pack up, when Draco came walking over carefully. Draco was holding the cauldron full of a heavy happy draught. It made the person extremely happy. all of a sudden, Draco was falling. His foot and legs had triped over Hermione's. Before either of them knew what was happening, the whole draught had spilt all over Draco and Hermione. In a second they began giggling mercilessly as Snape glided over to them and roared
" DETENTION! AND MS.GRANGER. YOU ALREADY HAVE ONE! CAN YOU AFFORD TWO? CAN YOU AFFORD 20 HOUSE POINTS LOST? I THINK NOT. AND MR. MALFOY. DETENTION TONIGHT."
Hermione looked up at Snape and made a grin. She was too happy. She was serving detention tonight! With Malfoy! I think that even without the potion, she would of been positively glowing.
~*~*~ Right ;) I'm obsessed with fan-fic. Sorry to Robyn. :P But newayz. Next Chappie Soon :-D
