Chapter One
Hermione sighed as she re-read the directions for the potion she was supposed to make. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear just as it fell in front of her face.
"Do you need any help?" Ron asked, making her scoff.
"No. Nor do I want it." She told him sternly, focusing on stirring the contents within the black, used cauldron.
"Fine. No need to be like that." Ron mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows as he focused back on his own.
Harry seemed to be doing fine, stirring in the last ingredient. Hermione had only just found the last one.
Snape watched Hermione for a few minutes, hoping that the potion wouldn't blow up in her face like it did when Ron put in the wrong thing.
"Mr. Weasley! Do tell me the correct ingredients. List them in order." Snape said, sending a sharp glare his way.
"Uh... the first one is Ambrosia... second- Blisterwort...? And uh... the final one would be... umm... a Blue Dartwing." Ron named the ingredients in order. Just how Snape told him. Ron gulped when Snape's glare deepened, fearing for his life.
"Very good." Snape grumbled, slowly making his way over to torment Harry.
With the refreshed memory, Hermione confidently threw the potion together, making sure she put the right measurements in and everything.
"Wow, Granger. Quite the potion." Draco said snarkily, hating the fact that she was smarter than him in almost every class except for Defense Against The Dark Arts.
"I'm just going to ignore the fact that you said anything." Hermione mumbled to herself, stirring the contents before using the wooden ladel to pour the potion into a red vial that Snape had given her.
"Professor Snape... I'm done." Hermione said, wiping the sweat from her forehead with her left arm as she looked around the room, her eyes wearching for Harry. When her eyes met his she mouthed 'You can do it' to him. He nodded and turned his attention back to the potion as Snape walked past him.
"Looks fine. You've done well. You're free to go." He told her, handing Hermione her potion back soon after looking at it. "You might need it." He told her, turning swiftly toward the rest of the class. "You all will not be leaving until your potion is done and done right." His voice reverberated around the room.
"Yes Professor." The class uttered in unison, as Hermione gathered her things and put them back in her book bag. Including her cauldron that she had brought with her.
The day had already been a long day, and she was more than ready to go to the library until the bell rang, signalling the switching of classes.