Bleeding Heart: Chapter 15

Hermione POV:

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I woke up, and jumped out of my bed ready to start my classes. I ran around the semi-large room hastily grabbing the items of our dress code. I grabbed a towel and a small bag of my bathroom items, and made my way to the bathroom. I tiptoed down the creaky hallway, not wanting to awake anyone.

Once I got into the bathroom I gave a sigh of relief. I set my bag on the sink, and started the warm water. I tested to waters heat, and then stepped out of my clothes. I shivered at how cold it was in the dungeons. Couldn't they possibly get a heater, or a fireplace that works down here? I stepped under the water, and fell into a safe haven. I was thinking about my next classes when a I heard a bang. I quickly finished up the shower, and grabbed my towel to wrap it around me.

I walked to the sink, and pulled out my toiletries. I brushed my teeth, and put a potion into my hair to calm it. I looked into the mirror, why would a guy like Blaise show interest in me? I looked at the plain girl in the mirror, I really didn't get it. I threw some base on, and decided to go get dressed.

I stuck my head out the door making sure the hallway was clear. I made a ran for it. I stepped into the small room, and quickly shut the door.

"Hermione?" some one said.

I turned around and said "What are you doing in my room?"

"This is my room," Malfoy said twirling him finger around with an amused look on his face.

I looked around, and sure enough this wasn't my room.

'Oh, this is embarrassing. Um, have a good day," I said then quickly left the room.

Once I was out a few of the girls were walking around, and they watched me stepped out, and with my luck Pansy was one of the girls.

"What the hell were you doing in his room!" she screeched.

"I walked into the wrong room," I said still embarrassed.

"Oh im sure! You probably were throwing yourself at him, and didn't want you," she said with a smirk.

"What ever helps you keep the tears way," I told her while slipping into my own room this time.

I quickly put my clothes on, and stepped out read to stat today's classes.

I walked into Professor Snape's class, and noticed no one was here yet. I sat down in the front row so it would be easier to pay attention.

Once the class roomed filled in the Professor made his grad entrance. The whole room went silent by the time he got to the front. He had black robes on, and had a sneer on his face when he looked around. Hi hair looked slightly greasy in the light, and he had black scary eyes.

He took roll call , and stopped at a name.

"Aw yes. Harry Potter. Our new class- celebrity," he said low which just made it scary.

I'm glad im not Harry right now.

"You are here to learn the subtle science of the exact art of potion making," he said in barely more then a whisper.

"Because there is little foolish wand-waving in this class, most of you wont think this is magic," he said scanning to small crowd "I really don't expect you to see the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes. The delicate liquid that creep through the human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.. I can teach you to bottle fan, brew glory, even put a stopper to death. If you aren't the usual dunderheads I have to teach."

I was so ready to prove him I wasn't a dunderhead. He kept his eyes on me when he said "Potter!" He looked away and continued with "what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

I hurriedly threw my hand into the air.

"I don't know sir," he said.

"Tut, tut- clearly fame, isn't everything," he said with a smirk.

"Lets try again. Potter, where would you look if i told you to find me a bezoar?"

I reached my hand higher.

Malfoy and his crew were silently laughing from a few rows behind me.

"I not know sir,"

"What's the difference, Potter. Between Monkshood and wolfbane?"

This time I actually stood up out of my seat.

"I don't know, but think Hermione does, why don't you try her?" Harry said quietly.

He motioned me to answer the questions.

"Sir, Asphodel and wormwood making a sleeping drought so powerful its palled Draught of Living Death. A bezour is a stone taken from a goats stomach. As for mookshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, also called aconite." I said then sat down proud of myself.

He looked at me, and then said "Fifty points to Slytherin."

He looked around the classroom and then said "Well, why aren't you all copying that down?"

'Oh, and that will be fife points form Gryffindor House for your cheek, Potter." he said sitting down behind his desk.

I smiled to myself, Fifty points on my first day.

A/N Sorry i haven't updated in forever I've had such writers block! Please review!

Love,

Sarah