Drabble 3:
Potions class was next and Hermione was nervous, not that she really understood why. The only worry she would usually have was about Malfoy. But today, no it wasn't about the blond haired git, Today Hermione was worried about the snarky potions master.
They slowly wandered into the classroom, waiting for the professor to burst out of his office like a bat and start the class with a bark.
Just as Hermione sat down the dark wooden door slammed open and Snape stormed down the stairs and to the front of the classroom.
Hermione tensed up.
"Get out your books and turn to page 94. The ingredients are in the cupboard. There is also no partner work today. Today I will be examining you and then deciding who would be best to partner you up with. We wouldn't want to dunderheads working together and blowing up the classroom." His deep voice washed over the classroom and left Hermione in a temporary trance. She quickly snapped out of it and pulled her book out, a slight flush present on her cheeks.
My god, I feel like a silly little schoolgirl.
Snape wandered around the classroom, leaning over student's cauldrons and scowling in annoyance when they got a step wrong.
Hermione slowly went through step by step but nearly stuffed up a couple of times when Snape stopped behind her and leaned over to check the potion. She almost tipped too many lacewing flies into the bubbling brew at one point which would have caused an explosion.
When Hermione handed the potion into Professor Snape who was then seated at his desk, she was shocked at his response.
"Perfect Miss Granger, 5 points to Gryffindor." He said. The class fell silent. Did he, did Snape just hand out points to a Gryffindor?
"T-thank you, Professor!" Hermione stuttered. She flushed bright red and turned around, hurrying back to her desk.
Harry and Ron stared at her in shock. "Did he just-"
"I think he did." Hermione whispered.
They looked at the Potion's Master in shock. Why was he suddenly handing out points to Gryffindor's?