Chapter 2:
While Hermione gathered her things, Draco thought about how his morning had gone so far. He had woken up at 3:00 in the morning because Goyle was one of two people who could snore through a complete body bind (the other being Crabbe). Over the years Malfoy had learned, that once you're awake, the probability of falling back asleep was very minimal.
Just as he got up, he remembered the charms essay he had blown off the previous night. He rushed to complete it in order for it to be done int time (after double potions).
After writing for two hours straight he decided to take a walk to the library. To ad to his luck, Know-it-all Granger was at the first thing he saw as the doors to the library came into view. Normally, he would have proceeded just to torment her, but Malfoy was slow i the morning so the thought never even entered his mind. Just the sight of her revolted him, so he turned around before Hermione even noticed anybody was there.
He then spent the next two hours at the entrance to the Slytherin tower because he didn't know the new password as it had changed earlier that morning like it did every Monday morning. Finally as the fist students started leaving for breakfast, Draco got in and gathered his things.
After entering the Great Hall, Malfoy sat next to his two "best friends" who were already eating their third serving. His arrival was barely acknowledged and completely ignored until he reached for the bacon.
"Hey! Oh, hi Malfoy," grunted Goyle when he finally realized Draco's presence.
"Hi," groaned Draco. Wow, he thought. Two more people who don't care.
Though Draco Malfoy always seemed popular, he knew it was only for his money and hair. He would bet anything that even Pansy Parkinson, his girlfriend, was only in it for the gold and title.
With potions as his first subject, he needed to leave breakfast early so he could torment all the Gryffindors that arrived before Snape did. Hermione then showed up alone. Perfect he thought. My day is finally turning around for the better. A free shot at Granger with no one here but Crabbe, Goyle, and myself to witness it. Draco Malfoy was never as disappointed to see his potions master, and head of house. At least he had gotten the opportunity to scare the Mudblood, and avoid punishment.
Then when he thought his day couldn't get any worse, he was stuck paired up with the know-it-all. What had he done to Snape to deserve such punishment. Malfoy, the optimist that he was, looked at the bright side. At least he had six hours minimum to torture Granger without Harry or Ron to stop him.
Just as the memory of his horrible morning ended, his partner sat down at the other end of the table. Hermione set up her things and turned her attention to Snape who had begun their lesson by explaining the new project.
"Now that I have given out your partners, you may follow the instructions on the blackboard, and begin your potion."
"But Professor Snape, what type of potion will we be making?" asked a student sitting in the front of the classroom.
"You will find out once you have gotten farther along with the potion." he replied without looking up from the book he had busied himself with.
Great ! She had to spent six periods a week with Malfoy, and she didn't even know what she was doing. Though she might not have admitted it at the time, ignorance is bliss.
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As Hermione copied down the ingredients, she found that they looked familiar. Mandrake root, Vervain, and Fern seeds. Those were all typical ingredients in-
"Shit!"
"What?"asked Malfoy surprised at his partner's sudden outburst. "Wow, dirty blood, and dirty language," taunted Malfoy with a smirk creeping across his face.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to say that out loud," she said frustrated because of the unprovoked insult.
"What's the problem anyway?" questioned Hermione's partner, who, for once, seemed interested.
"Since when do you care!" shot back the Gryffindor surprised at Draco's sudden interest.
"Well I have a sneaking suspicion that your previous choice of words has something to do with the potion I have been forced to work on with you. I f indeed it does, I think I have the right to know what the problem is," he replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
Hermione glared. "I assumed you of all people could
recognize this potion."
"What makes you say that?" asked
the Slytherin now slightly offended. Even if he didn't yet
understand the insult, he was smart enough to recognize it for what
it was.
"You don't know what it is, do you?" Hermione teased.
"Hey, I never said that!"
"Whatever," cut in Hermione suppressing a laugh. "Let's just get tarted on the potion so we don't fall behind."
Outsmarted by the Mudblood again. Though it wasn't rare occasion, the fact that Granger knew what was going on and he didn't really bothered Malfoy.
After finishing their work for the day, both Hermione
and Draco had time to spare. Hermione, attempting to be civil,
started a conversation. "Do you have all the ingredients written
down?"
"Of course I do!" exclaimed Draco. "As much as
I'd like to see you fail, my grades are much more important. Do you
have all the ingredients written down?"
"Y-"
"It was a rhetorical question Granger! Obviously the know-it-all has followed the instructions exactly. God forbid otherwise!" Now frustrated, Draco pushed his platinum blind hair out of his face revealing his stone cold eyes. If Hermione hadn't hated his guts at that moment, she might of thought of him as hot.
"I'm sorry," replied Hermione trying to remain calm. "I was trying to start a conversation, but I was hoping for something a little less animated."
"You want-"
"Bringgg!" Saved by the bell.
