A new year has come
Harry,Ron and Hermione were back at Hogwarts to begin their fifth year.Under the watching eye of Dumbledore, normal life went on at Hogwarts. And, as so many years before, Gryffindor had double potions with Slytherin. Just when the wizarding trio wanted to take their places in the back of the class, Snape entered with his everlasting black cloak sweeping the floor behind him.
"All students, gather in front of the class." he whispered, "No more destroying potions because of your foolish babbling this year.I'm going to choose where everyone will take their seat."
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Ron who grimaced in despair.Knowing Snape, nothing good would come out of this.
Hermione tried to reassure Neville that she wasn't the only person who could help him. Eventhough she thought otherwise, she didn't tell him.
"Let's hope he doesn't put you next to poor Weasel," Draco whispered to Harry, "Guess who will have to buy the ingredients all the time? You."
"Let's hope Snape doesn't put me next to you," Harry bit back, "Otherwise, I have to sit in your stench all the time."
In the meanwhile, Snape went on : "First row : Mr. Potter and Mr. Finnigan."
Harry sighed in relieve, this wasn't so bad after all, even if it was in front of the class.As long as he didn't have to sit next to some slimy Slytherin.
"Second row : Mr. Longbottom and Miss Bulstrode,..." Neville's eyes grew as big as plates and he swallowed hard, Ron thought he could even hear Neville choking a little.
"Fifth row : Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger."
Hermione felt like she was hit by a bludger. In all of the people, she had to take place next to that disgusting ferret.When she took place, she couldn't believe Malfoy.He completely ignored her and his cold grey eyes didn't give the usual glare when he saw her.
She couldn't help but snort at the look of him.Unfortunately, at that moment everyone was silent, busy taking notes and her sound echoed through the class.
"Is there a problem, Miss. Granger?" Snape snarled.
"No sir."she retorted with a bittersweet smile.
"Then please, be silent!Five points from Gryffindor for disrupting the class."
Hermione knew that this was unfair, but she had learned that you'd better not mess with Snape.
"If you're ready, take you ingredients and start preparing them" the potionsmaster instructed.
When Hermione finished her notes, she noticed that Malfoy had already started without her. Hiding her anger, she started to peel the Abyssinian shrivelfig. After she had cut the dittany in tiny pieces and took the quantity they needed, she flung the rest of them in the trash can.
"We needed those, Granger!Get them back!" Malfoy suddenly roared at her.
"Why don't you stick your head in that trashcan, Malfoy, and get it yourself!" she snarled back. Before Malfoy could react, a loud 'Beng!' was heared when Neville's cauldron exploded for the 25th time.
"Mr. Longbottom, how backward can you be!" Snape yelled at Neville, ignoring the burns that started to appear on Neville's face. Bulstrode's condition was even worse : the cauldron had hit her right at the back of her head and she lay unconscious on the floor.
"Miss Parkinson, get Miss Bulstrode to madam Pomfrey, and..." Snape looked at the huge form that was Bulstrode and reconsidered his plan.
"Miss Parkinson AND Mr. Goyle, get Miss Bulstrode to the infirmary. Mr. Longbottom, clean up this mess, start all over again and go the madam Pomfrey after the lesson."
While Neville started to clean up the mess, Snape coldly added "And, thanks to you, another ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione couldn't control herself anymore, she was, after all, a "Miss-Know- It-All". "Professor, may I help Neville with his potion?It's very difficult to make it allone, and..."she started, but she was quickly interrupted by Snape.
"...And let do Mr. Malfoy all the work by himself? I don't think so!" he snarled, "If you think Mr. Longbottom can't handle it, then I'll give him an aid.I'm sure you don't need any help,so...Mr. Malfoy, if you please...
Glaring knifes at her, Malfoy bit: "Give me my mortar."
"Here you go." Hermione bit back, pushing the mortar hard over the table.But luck didn't seem to be on her side today, when the mortar flew over the table, falling in pieces on the ground. One second later Snape stood at her desk, starting another lecture.
"Miss Granger, what happened this time?" he snarled.
Not wanting to lose more housepoints, she lied: "His mortar just fell on the ground, sir."
"Mr Malfoy, please, clean up. Don't disappoint me with such behaviour," Snape said rather angrily and he returned to his desk. Hermione heard how he whispered to himself: "...again."
Recovering from the shock that Snape had just given Malfoy a remark, Hermione expected a tirade from Malfoy, but instead he just stared at the broken mortar on the floor, then picked up the pieces and threw them in the trashcan.
"What's wrong with him?!?" she thought and strangely felt sorry when she saw his sad expression. Quickly repulsing that emotion, she began to cut her Ginger roots.
Harry,Ron and Hermione were back at Hogwarts to begin their fifth year.Under the watching eye of Dumbledore, normal life went on at Hogwarts. And, as so many years before, Gryffindor had double potions with Slytherin. Just when the wizarding trio wanted to take their places in the back of the class, Snape entered with his everlasting black cloak sweeping the floor behind him.
"All students, gather in front of the class." he whispered, "No more destroying potions because of your foolish babbling this year.I'm going to choose where everyone will take their seat."
Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Ron who grimaced in despair.Knowing Snape, nothing good would come out of this.
Hermione tried to reassure Neville that she wasn't the only person who could help him. Eventhough she thought otherwise, she didn't tell him.
"Let's hope he doesn't put you next to poor Weasel," Draco whispered to Harry, "Guess who will have to buy the ingredients all the time? You."
"Let's hope Snape doesn't put me next to you," Harry bit back, "Otherwise, I have to sit in your stench all the time."
In the meanwhile, Snape went on : "First row : Mr. Potter and Mr. Finnigan."
Harry sighed in relieve, this wasn't so bad after all, even if it was in front of the class.As long as he didn't have to sit next to some slimy Slytherin.
"Second row : Mr. Longbottom and Miss Bulstrode,..." Neville's eyes grew as big as plates and he swallowed hard, Ron thought he could even hear Neville choking a little.
"Fifth row : Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger."
Hermione felt like she was hit by a bludger. In all of the people, she had to take place next to that disgusting ferret.When she took place, she couldn't believe Malfoy.He completely ignored her and his cold grey eyes didn't give the usual glare when he saw her.
She couldn't help but snort at the look of him.Unfortunately, at that moment everyone was silent, busy taking notes and her sound echoed through the class.
"Is there a problem, Miss. Granger?" Snape snarled.
"No sir."she retorted with a bittersweet smile.
"Then please, be silent!Five points from Gryffindor for disrupting the class."
Hermione knew that this was unfair, but she had learned that you'd better not mess with Snape.
"If you're ready, take you ingredients and start preparing them" the potionsmaster instructed.
When Hermione finished her notes, she noticed that Malfoy had already started without her. Hiding her anger, she started to peel the Abyssinian shrivelfig. After she had cut the dittany in tiny pieces and took the quantity they needed, she flung the rest of them in the trash can.
"We needed those, Granger!Get them back!" Malfoy suddenly roared at her.
"Why don't you stick your head in that trashcan, Malfoy, and get it yourself!" she snarled back. Before Malfoy could react, a loud 'Beng!' was heared when Neville's cauldron exploded for the 25th time.
"Mr. Longbottom, how backward can you be!" Snape yelled at Neville, ignoring the burns that started to appear on Neville's face. Bulstrode's condition was even worse : the cauldron had hit her right at the back of her head and she lay unconscious on the floor.
"Miss Parkinson, get Miss Bulstrode to madam Pomfrey, and..." Snape looked at the huge form that was Bulstrode and reconsidered his plan.
"Miss Parkinson AND Mr. Goyle, get Miss Bulstrode to the infirmary. Mr. Longbottom, clean up this mess, start all over again and go the madam Pomfrey after the lesson."
While Neville started to clean up the mess, Snape coldly added "And, thanks to you, another ten points from Gryffindor."
Hermione couldn't control herself anymore, she was, after all, a "Miss-Know- It-All". "Professor, may I help Neville with his potion?It's very difficult to make it allone, and..."she started, but she was quickly interrupted by Snape.
"...And let do Mr. Malfoy all the work by himself? I don't think so!" he snarled, "If you think Mr. Longbottom can't handle it, then I'll give him an aid.I'm sure you don't need any help,so...Mr. Malfoy, if you please...
Glaring knifes at her, Malfoy bit: "Give me my mortar."
"Here you go." Hermione bit back, pushing the mortar hard over the table.But luck didn't seem to be on her side today, when the mortar flew over the table, falling in pieces on the ground. One second later Snape stood at her desk, starting another lecture.
"Miss Granger, what happened this time?" he snarled.
Not wanting to lose more housepoints, she lied: "His mortar just fell on the ground, sir."
"Mr Malfoy, please, clean up. Don't disappoint me with such behaviour," Snape said rather angrily and he returned to his desk. Hermione heard how he whispered to himself: "...again."
Recovering from the shock that Snape had just given Malfoy a remark, Hermione expected a tirade from Malfoy, but instead he just stared at the broken mortar on the floor, then picked up the pieces and threw them in the trashcan.
"What's wrong with him?!?" she thought and strangely felt sorry when she saw his sad expression. Quickly repulsing that emotion, she began to cut her Ginger roots.