Author's Note: So I was TOTALLY planning on waiting a few days to post the next chapter, but I received a really sweet review from emmaxxclaire and I just couldn't hold back this pre-written chapter.

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CHAPTER TWO

Detention~ Love Snape for no Reason

The party lasted for over three hours. After dinner, which was full of boastful comments about how well they did, everyone headed up to the common room and threw one of the biggest Gryffendor parties I ever saw. Maybe it was because of the incident, maybe because it had been months since we had won, but most likely a mixture of the two.

I buried my nose closer to my book, but it was ridicules to get any work done with all the clatter. Fred and George were setting off some pretty crazy explosions, some normal things like confetti and glitter, but also some slightly strange ones, the weirdest being live hedgehogs and giant gum balls that hit the ceiling and then left several bruises on many a heads.

Sighing, I gave up and collected my books. There was always my bed, where the sound would hopefully be considerably muffled. After about 5 minutes, I gave up on studying for the night and suggested down under my covers. Even up there the floor below was thumping with happy Gryffendors.

I thought of the incident during the game. It was weird for me to think about. Of course I didn't especially like Malfoy, but it was upsetting to think about anyone getting hurt so painfully during quidditch.

For the first twenty-five minutes the scores had been neck-and-neck, Slytherin had been up by thirty, and everyone was desperate for the snitch to me caught. It was then that Malfoy had seen it, glittering high above the stands. The rest of the crowd had seen it too, and both seekers rushed upward. One of the Slytherin beaters, a large and robust guy, decided to attempt to aid his teammate by flying straight into Harry, not caring if there was a penalty, only that Slytherin won, which turned out to be very unwise. He had sped forward very quickly, so when he saw that Harry was right next to Malfoy he couldn't stop in time, meaning that if he knocked into Harry, Harry in turn would knock into the Slytherin Seeker. While Harry received a big jolt to the side, it was nothing in comparison to what had happened next.

I shuddered in the dark when I recalled how Harry had sent Draco straight into the nearest tower, ironically decorated with the Gryffendor flag, and broke his right arm and two of his ribs. Despite the amount of pain he was in, and despite the fact that the Snitch was only two feet away from him at the time, Harry stopped mid-air, whipped out his wand, and cast a spell to immobilize Draco as he was inches from the ground.

Most of the guys on the Gryffendor team thought Harry was a bit messed up in the head for helping him when victory was so close, but they immediately began to brag about his chivalry after Harry turned around and caught the Snitch, winning them the game, as well as rescuing Malfoy. Of course, even if Harry hadn't ended up winning, it was the right thing to help Malfoy. I mean, wasn't it? Even if it was someone as bad as that pompous muggle-hater.

I rolled over and tried to get some rest, but the shouts from downstairs were hardly softened at all. Eventually, however, the tides of sleep came and drowned me in it's longing embrace.

Monday morning Slytherin and Gryffendor had potions together, which I think NO one in my house was looking forward to at all. Everyone knew Professor Snape liked to give unfair punishments to the Gryffendors, and praise Slytherins, as he was head of that house. Harry was especially unhappy, as Snape seemed to hate him the most out of anyone.

I had always wondered at their common dislike. Maybe it was due to the attention Harry got for being 'the boy who lived' or something like that, but it just seemed like Snape simply had a loathing that came from the root, a hatred that seemed it could last for several generations.

As we waited patiently for the doors to unlock, Draco along with Crabbe and Goyle walked right up to us. Draco's arm was still in a sling, apparently his arm and shoulder took most of the hit, and it would take two to three days for it to heal, even with the help of magic. His ribs were not as bad and were easily healed by Madam Pomfrey.

Maybe it was because he couldn't think of anything to say, maybe due to the help Harry had given him Saturday, but surprisingly, Malfoy did nothing but give a disgusted look to the boys, and then went to the head of the line.

When Professor Snape opened the door at last, a hush went over the crowd, and we all hurried inside.

Potions was NOT the class to joke around in.

Harry, Ron, and I sat at a table in the back with Dean Thomson and Lavender Brown.

"Today we are having a bit of a test," the potions master began, "each table will look through their books and pick out a potion to create. You are free to pick any recipe, but the more complex it is, the more points it will get. However, the more complex a potion is, the larger chance there is to make a careless mistake. Your creation must have the correct taste, no matter how vile, the correct color, smell, thickness, and of course it must do whatever it is intended to do. If any of these things are off, points will be deducted not JUST from your grade, but from your HOUSE. So I suggest you pick something you are actually able to do. You may use any ingredients from the shelves and storeroom. You will have three fourths of the class to complete this task. Begin."

My table started coming up with ideas. "We need something that we won't mess up with. Even if it's pretty easy, at least we won't get points counted off." Said Dean.

"I think we should do something a little more challenging," I noted, "we'll never learn if we just stick to the basics."

The rest of the group rolled their eyes ever-so-slightly, signaling they were going with Dean's idea. We got right down to work on a potion that sounded difficult but was done with surprising ease- Communicating with animals.

As I went to get supplies, I could see from the corner of my eye, a look on Malfoy's face that I didn't like the look of. Ignoring it, I noticed that Proffessor McGonagle had entered the dungeons to speak with Snape.

I sat down and we went to work.

'Why do I continue to put aside my worries?' I wondered later. If I had only seen it coming.

Just as I was stirring the final ingredient, a balled up price of paper flew right into our caldron. At first I thought it was intended to splash our potion on us, but no, it had been magicked to fly gently into it. Half-a-second later giant purple steam wafted up from our supposed to be red liquid. It smelled absolutely rancid. We all backed up away from the table, and Proffessor Snape interrupted his conversation with the head of Gryffendor to see what trouble we had gotten ourselves into.

"What is this supposed to be?" He asked disgusted.

"L-liquid animal communication." I spoke up timidly.

Sighing in mock disappointment, he began writing on a price of parchment, most likely docking a great sum of points.

"Professor, it wasn't us that messed up the potion!" I cried frustrated. "Someone threw in something to ruin our chances of getting a good grade." I then realized it had to be Malfoy. I could see him snickering in the corner with several of his friends.

"Miss Granger, I will not hear any of this nonsense. Blaming other students for your mistake is unexceptionable." Snape growled. "And there will be no speaking back to the teacher in this room. You will have detention every night this week."

I gasped, shocked at the harsh punishment.

Then salvation came.

"Professor Snape, although I know this is your class and it is your decision on how to punish the students," began McGonagle, walking up to our table, "but I did in fact see young Mr. Malfoy throw something across the room in this direction. At first I assumed it was just horse-play, but considering the fact that I find Miss Granger to be quite the honest young lady, I believe it was sabotage."

I could see Malfoy looking just the least bit on edge, but he gathered his composure again when Snape whirled around to stare at McGonagle with gritted teeth. "I thank you for your pains to stick up for your students Minerva, however, like you said, I am in charge of all disciplinary actions in this class." He said, striving to sound polite, but failing extremely.

"Of course Severus, but you would not wish to have an injustice in YOUR own classroom, would you?"

Snape blinked and slowly turned to Malfoy, "You will have detention this week as well, Mr. Malfoy. You two will meet me here tonight immediately following supper." And with that, he dismissed class with twenty minutes to go, and no other potions graded.

Oh, now I just can't wait to post the next chapter, but unfortunately, I'm making myself wait until November 1st to post the next one, just because I want to get into the flow of not being able to post everyday, considering fall brake doesn't last forever and I'm going to have less time to write when it does.

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