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Chapter I - Potions Class
The first thing that registered in Hermione's mind when she entered the potions class room was that it was not professor Snape standing infront of the class. In his place stood a woman, a rather old but stern looking woman.
"Where is Professor snape?" She heard one of the slytherins, Diego Nott, ask.
"He had an emergency to attened to, I am here in his stead, my name is Professor Solomon." She answered. "Now, please take your seats so that I may begin."
Hermione shuffled to her usual seat next to Ron and Harry, both of them were grinning ear to ear and Hermione could not very well blame them, they had thought they would have to undergo two periods of Snape breathing down their backs. this Professor Solomon was a pleasant surprise.
"This is called the Biandrinum potion, used in..."
Magical glue.
The words popped up in her head before she could even notice them. Hermione remembered reading about this particular potion in on of her precious books. It was used in making wands and, basically, well, it was magical glue.
A rather useless potion in her own opinion. After all, she could go out and get something almost as good in the muggle world with less than half the effort. She banished these thoughts a moment after they were conceived. As long as it was taught at Hogwats, she figured it, the knowlege of this particular potion would be of some use to her later on.
"Now," Proffesor Solomon said, she was going on with her lecture. "Can anybody tell me what this potion does?"
"It is used as a magical adhesive, principally utilized in the making of wands, broomsticks and often book bindings." A familliar drawl said.
Hermione scowled at Draco Malfoy, she was just about to answer that question.
"Excellent." Profesor Solomon said. "Five points to Slytherin is there anything else we need to know about this potion? yes,"
Hermione grinned.
Her hand was in the air, as usual.
"It was used as a remedy for forgetfulness in the 18th century, however, it was soon stopped due to side effects that could cause hysteria, schizophrenia, and insanity." she said sounding, as usual, like she had just swallowed her textbook. She sent a triumphant smile to Malfoy, he seemed to ignore her.
"That's very good-"
"There are several other side effects that Granger failed to mention." Malfoy interrupted. The teacher gestured for him to continue "Like the depletion of concentration, as well as that it was used as a remedy for forgetfulness in the 17th century and not the 18th."
"That is quite right." Professor Solomon replied. She was beginning to realize what would happen if she allowed this to go on. "Now, if you would all round up into groups of three we could begin. It is a fairly simple potion and I can imagine no problems that one of your year could possibly encounter while brewing it."
She swished her wand and ingredients and procedure magically appeared.
"Here is everything that you will be needing. Just to make it easier for you."
Malfoy sent his own smug smirk Hermione's way, one that the witch blatantly ignored. She had consulted her book and he had been right.... how could she have missed that?
"Stupid Malfoy." she heard Ron mutter as the three of them had gotten up to fetch their ingredients. "Git's always trying to muck it up for us."
Harry grinned.
"But we always get the better of him after all, he must be wrong, right, Mione?" he said turning to Hermione.
"No." Hermione admitted begrudgingly. "He was right. I was wrong."
Ron looked at her flabbergasted as they sat down around the cauldron to mince the woodwort and sage.
"Really?"
Hermione scowled and chanced a look at Halfoy, he veiw was being blocked by his body guard thugs, Crabbe and Goyle
Hermione clucked her toungue.
"Yes," she replied. She beheaded a a dried up newt. "and it will not happen again."
Harry and Ron exchanged looks and concentrated on mincing the beetles eyes just right they knew better than to get in Hermione's way when she was this upset. Malfoy getting the better of Hermione was a rare occurence, luckily. It seemed to happen more in Snape's class than any other, however, they worked in silence, broken only when Ron sneezed at the the foxglove seeds. Not long afterwards, Hermione added some of the unicorn tail hairs and the mixture bubbled. She turned to the boys.
"Its almost ready, just a couple more ingredients."
Crabbe and Goyle were sitting at the chairs pretending to actually be doing something, in truth, Draco did all the work in potions. He just left the two to their own devices for a while and they got the grade, potions was the only thing they really passed because they occasinally got to work in groups and Draco was always in theirs.
"Hey, d-uh, Crabbe." Goyle muttered stupidly to his companion."Y'know what'd be funny?"
"What?" Crabbe asked.
"Seeing that Mudbllood Granger all stuck to Draco, y'know? Have 'er not be able to concen-concen- what Draco said a while ago." Goyle replied grinning at his own cleverness, which was not really something to grin at.
"Yeah!" Crabbe replied. "whats say we do it?"
"Yeah!"
They grinned stupidly at each other.
"Uh, Goyle?"
"Yeah?"
"How are we asupposed to do it?" Crabbe asked. "Usually Draco comes up with dis part."
Goyle shrugged.
"Y'think maybe we should tell him?" he asked.
"Naw!" Crabbe cried. "Its gots to be a surprise! he'll be so happy with us when he finds out that we made that mudblood not be able to con-cern-trate."
Goyle sniggered.
"Uh, yeah!"
"How 'bout getting Pritchcard that second year and Braddock his little buddy to do it?" Crabbe suggested.
"D-uh, what do you mean?" Goyle asked.
"Get them to change the goblets at dinner, I think they both need to drink it." Crabbe replied. "An plus, we don have to miss eating."
"D-uh, yeah!"
"So that's what we do." Crabbe concluded.
"What are you two snivelling about?" Draco cut in suddenly.
"Oh- uh-" Goyle winked conspicuously at Crabbe. "We was doing nothing." he said.
"Yeah! yeah!" Crabbe jumped in. "nothing at all."
Draco looked from one to the other, an eyebrow raised.
"Obvioulsly," He replied, rolling his eyes. "Take a bottle of the potion to Professor Solomon so we can all go down to eat."
"Sure, Draco." Crabbe replied making a zipping gesture to his mouth, he just loved being sneaky.
They both got a couple of extra bottles for Draco and the mublood, they knew that Draco's potion was perfect, it always was. Not even they were stupid enough not to know that Draco was the premiere student in potions, he even beat the know-it-all, Granger.
They quickly handed in one of the filled bottles and worked very hard to conceal the other two in their robes as they swept out of the class room behind Draco. He just wanted to go to the dormitories and read which was perfect for Crabbe and Goyle's plan, and what a clever plan it was, really, it was their first good (and well, actual) thought in years.
As soon as Draco separated from them like he always did, they went after the two second years they had talked about.
"Oi!" Crabbe called. "Pritchard! I have a little deal to make with you!"
The second year stopped. His eyes widened when he saw who he was talking to.
"Wh-what? Me? Anything, I'll do it!" He stammered, obviously scared of the older boys. He did have good reason, both of the sixth-years that were standing in front of him were easily eight inches taller than him and his torso was about as thick as their necks.
"Here's what you hafta do..."
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