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Hermione POVI scowled at him and stormed into the classroom. I could feel everyone looking at me as I flung into my seat between Harry and Ron.
I hate Malfoy so much! He is such an idiot! Only someone like him would have such an evil twisted scheming mind to think of doing this to me. It's so humiliating! I could just kill him! I swear…
I looked over at Harry, who looked at back me sympathetically.
Ron was still glaring at Malfoy, his fist clenching and unclenching around his wand on the desk. His face was red with anger. I rolled my eyes. I wish he had reacted more calmly. I leaned over and whispered to him
"Don't worry. Its not for long." I said quietly into his ear. He carried on angrily glaring at Malfoy. I reached for his hand and pulled it off the desk (and away from his wand) and I laced my fingers through his. He looked down at our hands and smiled at me. He seemed as if he was in a sort of daze. He just sat there, grinning stupidly. Oh well. It's better than him wanting to tear Malfoys head off.
Just as I turned my attention back to Professor Snape, when a small first year Gryffindor boy with messy brown hair scurried into the classroom holding a piece of paper. He ran up to Snape's desk and passed him the note. As soon as the potions professor had rook the piece of parchment off the boy, the 1st year ran as fast as he could towards the door. Bless.
"Wait, Boy!" shouted Snape, without even looking up from the letter he was reading. The boy had trouble stopping as he was going at such speed, and ended up falling flat on his face, straight onto the hard, cold dungeon floor. Ouch. All the Slytherin's were laughing. Malfoy was just looking at the boy with his eyebrows raised. Poor boy. I felt so bad for him. I was going to get up and help him but (I know this sounds selfish) I didn't want to draw any more attention to my self. I looked sympathetically at the lifeless looking boy on the floor. I think that he was probably too embarrassed to get up. I nudged Harry who was sat in the isle seat. He leaned across and easily pulled the small boy to his feet. I smiled at the first year boy, who had gone BRIGHT red. He smiled back.
I looked back at Snape, who had just finished the letter he was reading and was currently looking at the boy in disgust. He dragged his eyes away from the boy and looked back at the class. "I have just received information, about this class's idea for raising money for St Mungos. I am aware of the rules for your 'people auction' and here I have," he held up a piece of parchment. "The list of each slave and buyer and who has bought who." He looked specifically at Malfoy, who smirked. "This information as obviously sent by professor McGonagall and she has asked me to make sure that you follow these rules and pairings in each lesson until this task is over." He turned back to the boy. "Tell Professor McGonagall, 'professor Snape is happy to let these rules be followed and will assure that they are.' " The boy looked confused. I felt sorry for him. First he fell flat on his face in front of a room half full of evil Slytherin's. And now he has to remember word for word what Snape just told him.
"OK sir." He squeaked. And he repeated Snape's words as he left the classroom at a slower pace.
Snape turned back to the class. "Today," he said loudly. "We are starting a new potions assignment. " no one dared to complain. "This assignment is worth 50 percent of your final grade. Not including exams. You will be working in pairs." Great. I always hate working in pairs because my two best friends are Ron and Harry and there are three of us so someone always gets left out. And it's usually me. Its not that I mind, but there's only Neville that I can go with really, and…well… he isn't the best at potions. Oh well. Never mind I suppose. "The pairs will be decided by me." Oh. Snape looked at his register of the class and then put it down on the desk, without reading any pairs out. He then picked up the piece of parchment that professor McGonagall send to him, with all the slave/buyer pairs on it. An evil smirk graced his lips. "I feel," he said slowly and maliciously "that it is my duty to professor McGonagall, and to St Mungos, to have you work in you slave and buyer pairs. This way you will be able to make more use of your potions lessons. I'm sure professor McGonagall will be very happy with this arrangement."
NO WAY. No friggin way! This cannot be happening! Not only do I have to put up with being Draco Malfoys slave in
transfiguration,
between every lesson,
lunchtime,
breakfast time,
dinnertime,
and after lessons have finished.
But now, thanks to Snape, I have to be his slave in potions as well!
"Go and sit by your partner." Snape smirked, looking specifically at me. I stuffed my things carelessly and angrily into my school bag, got up, stormed across the classroom (Snape's cold, black eyes watched me all the way) and flung down into the seat next to Malfoy.
I scowled
He smirked
This sucks.
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