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Chapter Two

By the time Hermione reached the Potions classroom, she was about to explode with frustration. She hated Malfoy and his dumb cronies. They were always making things difficult for her.

Hermione threw her books down grumpily, causing her bag to open and her quills and ink to go flying. She rolled her eyes at the increasingly terrible direction of her day.

Neville Longbottom, who had been sitting in front of her, politely reached down to help her gather up the scattered supplies.

"Don't worry about it Neville." Hermione said, shaking her head softly. She raised her wand and said 'gatherio' and all her school things replaced themselves back into place.

Hermione got out her Potions materials before hearing a cold voice from behind her. "Doing magic in class when not instructed, Granger?"

Hermione's heart dropped to the floor as she turned around to face Snape. His upper lip was curled in an unpleasant way and his eyes looked fiercer than ever.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor." he said cruelly. "This is Potions not Charms. I figured you would be able to notice that."

Hermione bit her lip in anger and pretended that her notebook was Snape's slimly face. With one thrust she pushed her quill into the middle causing it to break in half.

Before Snape could notice what she had done she quickly stuffed the quill into her bag and produced a new one. She could easily fix it later when Snape wasn't around.

Snape sneered at everyone in the room. With a wave of his wand Snape put the directions for a Temporary Memory Loss Potion. His lip curled up even farther. "This is due by the end of the period."

"Before you begin, does anyone know how long this potion lasts." Snape asked. Ignoring Hermione's hand, he continued, "Noone? Noone at all? Well, it lasts 24 hours and there is not antidote or counter curse."

"So, if you are dumb enough to spill it on you, you deserve to have it done. Also, if you are an idiot and spill it on yourself, the time you are 'out of it' you will only remember blurry details of what you have done."

Hermione thought he was finished so she began organizing her supplies to work by herself.

"Ah, wait Granger." Snape interrupted. "Why don't you work with Draco, since your other partners had a little accident."

Hermione's blood boiled inside her veins as she gathered up her materials and headed over to Malfoy's table. When she reached it, Malfoy didn't even flinched or move his feet that were on the chair that she had to sit in.

"Move your feet Malfoy." Hermione said coldly, glaring holes through Malfoy's evil face.

"You could ask nicely, but I guess I can't expect that from you now can I? Stupid mudbloods have no manners." He replied, not changing expression or opinion.

Hermione, unfortunately losing her cool, yanked the chair out from under him, causing his feet to fall roughly to the floor.

Malfoy did not reply, however, he just stood up and walked over to the student supply cabinet. Hermione sat down and began weighing the supplies that she already had available.

Malfoy came back and began carefully chopping and shredding supplies. Hermione was surprised about how careful he was in doing this work. She always thought he made Crabbe or Goyle do it for him.

Hermione and Malfoy did not say a word to each other for the whole entire project. It still turned out alright because in the end, it turned to be the correct color, deep blood red.

The potion bubbled and boiled in the large cauldron that was enclosed around it. Hermione reached for the cauldron handle to lift it off the fire.

"You better let me do it mudblood. You might spill it on me." Malfoy said reaching for the handle.

Instinctively, Hermione held on tighter to the handle. Malfoy angrily grabbed for the handle and pulled it away hard, not wanting Hermione to hold the potion.

The cauldron flew from both of their grasps in Malfoy's direction. Hermione tried to catch it, but it was too late. The potion flew all over Malfoy, in a cold, icy mass. This particular potion when heated just bubbled and did not heat.

The only part that Snape saw was Hermione hand reaching outward towards Malfoy and the cauldron falling in the same direction.

"GRANGER!" he yelled, his lip about to be pulled upward off of his face. "FIFTY POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!"

Hermione tried to explain what had happened but it was no use. Snape was not going to believe her. He made his way towards Hermione's table.

"WHAT DID YOU THINK YOU WERE DOING! THIS POTION CAUSES MEMORY LOSS! SO NOW IT IS YOUR JOB TO WATCH AFTER MR. MALFOY FOR THE NEXT TWENTY FOUR HOURS!"

Hermione cowered under Snape's shadow, trying to squeak out an explanation. Snape ignored her. He lowered his voice and looked at Malfoy.

"He'll come around soon. The potion just knocks you out temporarily." Snape then got a very evil look in his eyes and pulled on Draco's abandoned dragon hide gloves. He picked up a glob of the potion and looked like has was going to throw it into the cauldron.

He wound his arm up and prepared to aim. He pretended to have accidentally missed and hit Hermione on the arm.

Hermione's eyes widened as she slowly lost consciousness. If she would have remembered what Snape had done she would have said something. Hermione just couldn't bring herself (at that moment) to remember all the details.

She would just have to wait twenty-four hours.

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