Disclaimer: I don't own anything of J.K. Rowling's. I only own my plot and characters.

A/N: Sigh, I am hated for taking so long. My appologies to Gwen and everyone who reads this.

Chapter 4: Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Life

Pancakes for breakfast were probably the only thing to keep me sane today. It was Wednesday, the day I was expected to serve detention with Snakey Snape. My day started with a quick shower and change of clothing. Jeans and a t-shirt were good for days where I wake up late or feel a tad lazy. Today I felt a tad lazy, but only this morning. hen I walked to breakfast I woke up completely as I was engulfed in the smell of maple syrup. Pancakes for breakfast...

"What's first?" I asked Hermione after downing a cup of milk.

She chewed on some bacon, "I think you and I have Potions first."

"Crap...I can't handle Snape right now. I'm afraid he's going to kill me or something and I..." A shadow cast over me and I soon regretted ever talking.

Snape's velvet voice entrapped me, "So you think I will kill you? If you had less of an attitude and payed attention more perhaps you wouldn't feel this way."

Before I could retaliate, Snakey Snape left the Great Hall. Why did the worst moments always happen to me? I felt so insecure and attacked by fate. Destiny found a way to make my life a living hell. On my way to Potions, I realized for once, I wasn't joking. Someday soon I would be faced with death and the Heavens above will look upon me with thunderous laughter while I cry depressed waves of tears! My life was a joke waiting for the worst punch line ever.

"Maranda..." Draco ran up to me in the dungeons before Potions began.

I smiled and tried to sound happy, "Hey Draco."

"How's my favorite little lady?" He winked and inched closer to my body.

"Erm...Alright."

My lips felt magnetized to Draco's as a force made us start kissing. (A.K.A. Snogging.) Usually when I kissed Ferret Boy, I would get these weird feelings floating fiercely in my stomach, brain, and lips. Yet, this time I felt nothing but his lips on mine, moving as frantic bees in the summertime. Although I noted these non-feelings, I didn't make a big deal out of it.

"We should get to class now..." Draco stated, transfixed from our kissing.

"Yes...Please get into class..." Snake appeared out of the darkness and sneered at me. Like the kiss was my fault!

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time...That's all.. Don't panic..

Draco grinned like everything was peachy. Snape walked into his class just as the bell rang and we followed, immediately reporting to our seats. Thank the Good Lord Snape said nothing to anger us.. Now I have to knock on wood so I don't jinx myself. My day was just getting so much better..NOT!

"As last year," Severus started, "you all will be working with a partner throughout the year. I am pairing you up with your own houses this year since this class doesn't have a lot of people in it. Please listen for your name and your partner's name. When I pair you up, move to another seat to sit with that person."

Great, If I became partners with Draco again, I would demand an immediate change. Yes, I'm very happy with him, but I was happy with him last year too..Look how that turned out. Plus, with the bad week I was having, I didn't want to jeopardize our relationship. especially with Snape in the picture. He caught Draco and I kissing, it amazed me he only told us to get to class!

"...Maguire and Granger..." Snape paired me up with 'Mione! Hoorah! Nothing could ever go wrong with us! Triple Hoorah!

Proceeding the pairings, Snakey Snape told us our first assignment. It was to conjure a sleeping potion called Sonitus Somni, or Sound of Sleep. Hermione and I retrieved the ingredients, whilst our spoon and cauldron were on the desk already.

"This should be fun.." I sarcastically declared.

Hermione giggled while putting the first ingredient in, "Watch what you say. You might get another detention."

"Do you think I care at this point?" My whisper was loud enough to be heard by Hermione, but hopefully no one else.

We conjured most of the potion, and having to boil it for a few minutes, Hermione went to wash her hands. She had spilled some parsley powder on her hands earlier. Thank Merlin it wasn't poisonous. While she was washing her hands, I lifted my book to read the next step. I was supposed to stir it after the brew boiled for at least two minutes. Seeing as two minutes flew by like crazy birds, I took it upon myself to start stirring. As I was doing so, Hermione came back and lifted a container of bees' wings to take out four. She was about to put the container back on the desk when the worst imaginable thing happened... My elbow bumped into her arm causing the entire container to spill in the white potion..

"Freakin-A!" The potion bubbled and spat all over our clothes and desk. Just as fate laughed in my face, destiny set a bomb off as Snape walked over to me. I was in deep trouble now.. Great God, why do you torture me!

"How did I know you two were going to mess up? Oh wait, because everyone Maguire works with is cursed by her terrible Potion making!" Snape was being harsh. I know I'm cursed, but he didn't have to bring me down any lower.

Hermione was going to stand up for me, but I interjected, "Professor, it was an accident.." When I said that he only looked at me with more hatred. Then I realized I would never win with him, so why not fight? At least I planned on fighting this time, right?

"Miss Maguire, everything you do in here is an accident. You never have a good potion. From now on, You are working alone. Since Hermione is your partner no longer, she will also be working alone. If you two as much as read the directions together, you will both be separated from one another and have a month's worth of detention. . . Even though you are already trying to get there, Miss Maguire." Snape folded his arms and sneered intimidatingly at me. Hermione just glared at the floor.

I tried to raise my voice, but for some reason I found myself feeling a tad afraid. I cleared my throat, "Professor! You shouldn't have to punish someone else for my mistake. Yeah, so what I messed up? I'm not perfect! No one is! I can't stand this anymore. I get stuck in an advanced class where the teacher knows I'm terrible at the subject. Gee, I don't suspect a set up for a failing grade, do I?" My temper was rising, and I could feel it in my bones.

Snakey the Professor from Hell's Garden yelled, "Your attitude is no longer acceptible in this class.. Please go to Dumbledore's Office right now. If you don't, I swear I will find a way to expel you."

I grabbed my backpack and nearly knocked the cauldron over on my way out. I ran out of the class and up to Dmbledore's Office. I thought about just leaving all together and hiding for a bit, but that would only get me into more trouble. For some reason I had a knack of being at the wrong place at the wrong time today. ..In fact, I was just in the wrong life.

I wish I was someone else.

"Miss Maranda, Please, sit down." Dumbledore greeted me joyfully as I entered his office. Apparently he didn't know how terrible I was.

Perhaps he didn't know what it was like to be in the wrong life at the wrong time.