"Stupid greasy git" Harry mumbled to himself while walking the way back to the Gryffindor common room.

He stole a quick glance at a clock, it was about 11:15.

The evil bat kept him in there for 3 hours and 15 minutes.

12 cauldrons! 12 very large cauldrons and not even so much as a thank you!

All he got was a "your work was less than adequate, nevertheless, you have been in my presence far too long, be here again tomorrow at 8 sharp. Do NOT be late, dismissed."

The arsehole! Harry continued muttering to himself until he arrived at the portrait hole.

"Caput Draconis."

Really Gryffindor had the stupidest sounding passwords. It was supposedly latin for dragons head... so it was beyond Harry why the password couldn't just be, dragons head. But no, it had to be more involved, more confusing.

Really it must be late. To think how much time he was spending on something so trivial as the logic behind the Gryffindor password.

Then again after 3 hours in the dungeons with the wicked potions master, any little thing can set you off like a time bomb.

Harry dragged his feet up the stairs and creaked open the door to his bed chamber.

He was happy to see that all his room mates were asleep because he really didn't feel like speaking of the nights events.

He considered just climbing into bed without changing into his pajamas, but then remembered all the gross potion gunk he had been forced to clean out.

Shuttering at the thought of not removing the grime from under his fingernails he got up and hauled his feet to the bathroom.

He lazily stripped off his clothes and got into the shower, letting the warm water encompass him.

Although, after almost falling asleep in the wash he decided he needed to get out and go to bed.

Harry quickly ended his shower, changed into his pajamas, then crawled into his bed, pulling the comforter tight around him.

He fell asleep with the happy thought of turning Snape's robes pink...

"Mate, mate, wake up!"

Harry woke up looking into a pool of red.

"What? What's happening? Ron?"

"Finally, I was getting scared there, you missed breakfast, and if you don't hurry up you're going to be late to potions."

Ugh potions, just the word. After last nights events, he just couldn't put up with another class!

"Bloody hell it's 9:00, you have 15 minutes till class starts, you better hurry!"

Harry jumped out of bed and ran into the bathroom, he hurriedly changed out of his pajamas and into his school robes, brushed his teeth and made a desperate attempt to tame his hair... of course it was all in vain.

BANG! BANG! "Hurry up we have 5 minutes to get to class!" Harry opened the door to meet with Ron's fist who was about to once again thud on the door.

The two ran out of the portrait hole, down the staircase, into the great hall, pass the dining room, down a flight of stairs and skidded to a stop in front of the potions classroom. They threw open the door and ran to their chairs just as the clock struck 9:15.

"Cutting it a little close their aren't we Potter?" Ron's hand clenched into a fist as Harry only scowled at his hated professor, they quickly took a seat next to Hermione.

However, Ron's hand did not go unnoticed by Snape.

"Temper, temper, Mister Weasley, wouldn't want to accompany Potter in detention tonight, now would we?"

Snape's voice was sinister as Ron bit his lip to keep back from shouting a disrespectful retort that would surely have him disemboweling a barrel full of horned toads before you could say hippogriff.

Snape realizing he very well could not handle two dunderheads in detention, turned around and addressed the class, "Take out your books and turn to page two hundred and forty two."

Class dragged on as Snape lectured about the different types of blood replenishing potions. Finally the clock stuck noon and it was time for lunch.

"I expect seven rolls of parchment on the history of blood replenishing potions due tomorrow."

Hermione Granger's hand shot up into the air. With a sigh Professor Snape turned to her, "Ms. Granger, what is possibly so significant that you feel as though you must interrupt the entire class to state?"

Hermione, looking quite hurt, simply replied "sir, we haven't learned about the history of the potion yet, you only taught us about the ingredients and steps to brew it."

"Ms. Granger" Snape's cold voice reverberated across the entire classroom. "Thank you for informing me of this unjust assignment" sarcasm dripped from his voice, "however I am very well aware what I have and have not taught you and I believe you all could benefit from a little background information, therefore my assignment stands, but seeing how it's so, what's the word you Gryffindor's use when referring to my assignments? Oh yes, unfair... instead of seven rolls you have just made it eight."

All the students groaned as they shot dirty looks across the class to where Hermione was sitting.

"Then again, seeing that you are such an insufferable-know-it-all, eight rolls of parchment should be no problem, therefore for you, I will assign ten."

An evil smirk lay on Severus Snape's lips as he sneered out the words "insufferable-know-it-all."

The clock chimed 12 as all the children looked up expectantly, "very well seeing that we are out of time, class is dismissed all except for you three" he said, his eyes resting on the golden trio.

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