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Cheap Thrills
Pissed off in Potions
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"That's great Draco." Hermione slapped him on the back. "Waited to the last minuet, didn't he?"
Draco looked furtive. "I practically had to go to the Ministry to supersede Professor Snape. Not to mention sign my name in blood, to insure I wasn't going to let anything happen. You'd better be on your best behaviour Granger."
"Who me?" Hermione batted her lashes grinning.
"What did this Patty guy do to get a holiday?" Draco was genuinely interested.
Likely wondering how to get Draco Malfoy Day. "He chased all the snakes out of Ireland." Grinning, she poked him in the side. Draco hadn't missed the irony.
More seriously, Draco checked the coast. "Listen Granger, Snape will have my ass in a sling if something happens to you." Draco whispered harshly in her ear. "He made himself very clear."
"I can't wait to drink you out of house and home Mr. Malfoy. What are you wearing?"
Draco's face lit up, "well Granger, I'm going to wear black trousers with the button flap, black shirt, and my emerald frock coat." Looking Granger up and down. "You?"
"That sounds very appropriate for St. Patty's Day. Me? Jeans and a shirt." Hermione playfully smacked Draco on the cheek.
"Settle down. Ms. Granger, I'll thank you to keep your hands to yourself." Snape sounded like he wouldn't thank her, whatever she did. "None of you will be permitted to blow up cauldrons today. As no doubt, that's what you would prefer to do. Instead, today you'll write an essay on a Potion from chapter twenty. Note the ingredients, and what could go wrong if there are aberrations in the quality and quantity of those ingredients. To be handed in at the end of class. No Talking."
The task Snape set them insured that there would be no chattering about their trip to Hogsmeade that evening. Snape sat at his desk trying to grade papers.
Snape stood, walked around giving each essay a cursory glance, making comments whether or not they were needed. When he got to Draco and Hermione's table, Hermione fanned herself diffusing the Pheromone Enhance. Just for fun.
Almost beyond his control he leaned in close to Hermione, who was very aware of the Professor's proximity. "Hot, Ms. Granger?"
"I wasn't sure if the room was hot or just me. No worries Professor, I'll do. Are you hot too Sir?" Hermione was glad the Professor hadn't made eye contact, she was having a hard enough time not laughing.
"No, Ms. Granger I'm not. Return to your task and stop your impertinence." Snape hissed.
"Actually I'm finished Sir. Would you like me to give it to you now?" She wasn't sure if he'd caught on yet, but figured it was entertaining to chip away at his façade.
Snatching up the essay, giving it a cursory glance. "You are dismissed, Ms. Granger. You'd better hope it meets my expectations."
"I always strive for excellence Sir. Thank you." She privately thought Snape had dismissed her, to prevent her from sitting so close to Draco. She gathered up her bag and books and decamped.