3. a very strange potions class
after lunch time was over, harry shoved his half-finished potions homework into his bag, and thought sadly, about what snape would tell him after he saw harry's homework.
"i can't afford another detention.."he thought to himself, as he trudged along the corridor leading to the dungeons.
he was late.
when harry finally pushed open the door, he said, very quickly 'i'm sorry i'm late...sir'
he gritted his teeth, trying to shut out all the bad words he was going to hear
snape looked up from his desk, and looked at harry, his pupils widening.
snape's heart was pounding.
his heart hadn't pounded ever since he had met lily evans that day at the playground.
"okay...potter" he managed to say "have a seat"
harry was startled, so startled that he actually asked "sir?"
"settle down"said snape to the rest of the class, then he turned to harry" yes potter...um...make yourself comfortable."
harry walked, bewildered toward the table in the back of the class where ron and hermione were waiting for him.
they looked at him, equally looking shocked that snape hadn't told him off...but harry could see that they looked a bit strange...a bit dreamy
"um.. you all right?" he asked them.
"huh?oh.."said hermione, turning red..."um..sit here"she patted on the seat next to her..
"NO!"shouted ron.
everyone, even snape turned and looked at him.
"er..."ron stammered..going red himself.."sit next to me harry...please?"
ron took harry's hand, which harry shook off.
"you okay ron?"he asked
"yeah ...i'm alright..."he said
harry sat in the seat between ron and hermione, which made the both of them quite happy
"mr, weasly, 60 points from gryffindor for shouting in my class."snarled snape, then he turned to the rest of the class.
"today we shall make..."he looked at his favorite part of "easy potion making for dummies", which was the table of contents.
"the draft of living death."
"WHATTTT?"shouted ron. "we're supposed to learn that in our sixth year!"
"another sixty points from gryffindor"said snape., ron buried his face in his hands.
"now, BEGIN" snape said, and everyone began rushing towards the cabinets, for ingredients.
and hour later
an hour had passed, and harry was still stuck in step two
he was supposed to slice a dried up lima bean, which turned out to be quite difficult.
it didn't help that snape kept walking past him every minute or so.
harry had the strangest feeling that snape kept walking past him on purpose...
every one was stuck in step two, except for hermione, who was on step 312.
she looked at harry, grinning at him, "want some help harry?"
""er..no thanks"said harry, knowing how angry snape would get if he found out he was getting help from someone else.
"oh don't be silly"said hermione, and she put her hand on harry's, which was clutching the knife he was using.
"you have to squash the bean not slice it" she said, squshing the lima bean, which gave out a really weird noise for a lima bean and gathered the juice that came out .
"oh thanks"said harry, now putting down the knife, and tried to pick up the next ingredient,marshmallows.
but hermione wouldn't let go of harry's hand.
"um...hermione...could you let go of my hand please?"said harry
"ohhhhhhhhhhhhh harrrry" said hermione , dreamily
harry was officially creeped out. first ron, now hermione...what was going on?
snape snuck on the pair.
"get your hands off of my harry!"shouted snape, snatching hermione's hand.
harry stared at snape, while hermione wailed in despair beside him.
"sorry...sir?what did you say?"
"i mean ...er..."stammered snape, looking for a loophole
"get your hands off of miharrige, granger" said snape, picking up the miharrige from their table.
"um...sir but we need that miharr..."ron started to say
"NO BUTS!"said snape..walking towards his desk , his heart pounding
'that was close' he said to himself
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