SPIN THE BOTTLE

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Chapter Two- Potions and a Freaking Ferret

Hermione opened her eyes groggily. She felt for a pillow at her head, but found floor. Her eyes snapped open and she looked around for Malfoy. He was sitting in a comfy chair, reading. "Ferret, get over here." She said, her eyes teaming with anger.

He walked over, "Yes?"

"Just because I can make myself a bed doesn't mean you have to take it away!"

"I told you, sleep on the floor! Filth ought to listen to me. You don't deserve a bed, anyway."

"Ferrets are lower than filth. Lower than, than muggle- borns!" Hermione said in protest.

"Don't ever make yourself believe you're higher than a pureblood. And forget the ferret incident. If you don't, I'll be bringing you to meet my father."

"I'm so scared." She said sarcastically.

"You should be." He glared and turned to leave. When he sat down in his chair again, he tossed her a letter. "From McGonagall."

"Thanks...I guess." She glanced down and read:

Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Granger,

I have been informed that you call each other names such as "ferret- boy" and "mudblood." As part of your responsibilities to get along, you will be calling each other by your first names. Also, I have caught wind that Mr. Malfoy is making Ms. Granger sleep on the floor. YOU MUST SHARE THE BED! Or, let Ms. Granger conjure one of her own. Thank you,

Professor McGonagall

"Shall I write a response, Draco?"

"Shut up! We're in private."

"I need practice."

"Sure, you can write a response, filth eater."

"Shove it, Malfoy, you read the letter."

"Where should I shove it?"

"You are an insufferable moron! I can leave another bloody mark on your chest, if you like."

"Bloody?"

"Look and see."

Draco lifted up his shirt. In perfect outline was a handprint, in blood red. "You, you, you used a spell on it!" He said, outraged.

"Yes, I did, now, let's get to breakfast. I want to eat."

"Aren't you going to take a shower?"

"In the night, yes."

"Oh."

"What's our first class?"

"Potions. Why?"

"Just wondering, you've already informed me that it's not a crime to wonder."

"Let's go."

"Looks like I won this fight, Malfoy. Next time, don't try as hard. You won't get hurt as much."

"Shove it."

"What's there to shove? I'm a girl, remember?"

He jerked his hand toward the door, "I said, let's go."

"Ladies first." Hermione said, and she pointed toward the door.

"While implying that I am a lady, you are implying that you are a man."

"No, I'm a young woman. Ladies first," she repeated.

He stalked out the room. When she exited behind him she whispered, "The first step is admitting." He clenched his fists, but let her walk ahead unharmed.

"Now, class," Snape said in his cold drawl, "I understand that summer has drained your minds of all intelligence, but I assure you, it did not drain mine. I expect the same "hard" work shown at the end of last year."

Malfoy smirked and raised his hand, "Professor?" he asked.

"Yes, Mr. Malfoy?"

"Granger is bothering me." Malfoy shot a glance at Hermione. She glared at him. She was all the way across the room.

"Ms. Granger, 10 points from Gryffindor."

"But, Professor, I am all the way across the room!"

"Mr. Malfoy had a complaint."

"And if I had a complaint how many points from Slytherin would it be?"

"Ms. Granger, if you would like to loose more points, go ahead and keep talking."

"Would you please answer my question?"

"None, Ms. Granger, because I do not trust you. Anyway, Mr. Malfoy is all the way across the room."

"But..."

"Ms. Granger, if I could please go on."

Hermione silenced herself.

"Now, before we were rudely interrupted, your brains...drained...so I will give you an easy potion. The Polyjuice Potion. In one month, when the potion is completed, you will turn into your partner. Now, here are the ingredients," he waved his wand and the board was filled with directions, "Your partners are: Malfoy, Granger. Potter, Parkinson. Weasley, Crabbe. Brown, Zabini. Patil, Goyle...You may begin."

"Um..." Neville said, "What about Seamus, Dean and I? And the other Slytherins."

"Create your own partners. I find you insufficient in this class. If you wish to participate, do it yourselves. However, Finnigan and Thomas, you may work together. Longbottom, you may sit out."

Meanwhile, Hermione was struggling with making Malfoy behave. "Malfoy, I know what I'm doing, just do what I say!"

"How do you know so well?"

"Mind your own business Malfoy."

"I've touched a nerve?"

"Yes, you have. Now, let's make this stupid potion."

"Yes ma'am."

30 minutes later, the dreadful class was over. Hermione trudged to Transfiguration, sighing all the way. She told Harry and Ron that she'd tell them about Potions later, and entered the class.

By the time it was dinner, Hermione was exhausted. She ate two bites and left the Great Hall. As she entered the dormitory, she found Malfoy on the couch with a girl and they were kissing! He hadn't taken off any clothing, and she hadn't taken off any of his. After staring for thirty seconds, she regained her dignity and said, "Malfoy, I live here too, can you...um...tell your friend to leave and then let me do my homework? Or you could kindly go into OUR room and do your thing there. I'm certainly not sleeping on that bed."

Malfoy broke off and told the girl, "Come on, let's go." He retired into the room and Hermione sighed and sat down on the other couch. Pulling out her homework, she settled in and started to work.

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