SPOILER!!: previous chappie
It was with a grim dissatisfaction that the three made there way to double potions that afternoon. Harry and Ron had only one aim in mind – to watch Snape, and unravel the mystery that was his return. Hermione, however, had to feign an interest in this. Because today would be the first time that she was in a lesson with Draco. She was flustered, she was worried. She could not let the other two know anything about what had previously passed between them. She was hoping that enough time had passed to enable the other two to forget that she had told them about her deepest darkest secret: that she was in love with Draco Malfoy. Seeing as no one had brought it up since Ron decided to forgive her, she thought that the only option was to pretend, if ever asked, that she had simply gotten over it.
But what would she do today? She couldn’t do anything in front of Ron and Harry, yet she didn’t think she could bring herself to ignore Draco if he spoke to her. It would be like turning away from a crying baby. Except he wasn’t a baby…he was a toned, chiselled hunk of perfectness…..
Hermione was brought back to her senses when she felt the cool air of the dungeon hit her face. Luckily-or unluckily, depending on how you look at it,- the class had already gone in. That meant that she would not have to pretend Malfoy didn’t exist while in such close proximity.
It also meant that, by Snape’s standards, they were late.
“Ah, finally,” he sneered as they hurried into class. “Lateness for the first lesson of my return? I think we’ll make that 20 points apiece from Potter and Weasley, and thirty from Miss Granger.” He sneered and turned to face the class, ignoring Harry and Ron’s objections.
He knows! Hermione thought, remembering the interruption of the previous night. He knows, and now he’s punishing me.
She blew a strand of frizzy hair out of her face and turned to watch Snape, now addressing the class.
“As you are all aware,” he started. “I have been away for some time. Before the questions start I would like to inform you all that it is of no business to any of you what I do or where I go in my spare time. So don’t waste your breath,” he cast a dark look at where Harry, Ron and Hermione sat while he spoke.
“Now I would like you all to prepare for me a vanishing potion. I trust the substitute was sufficient enough to teach you something as simple as that, but it is, of course, doubtful. Lets see how you get on.”
He waved his wand and a method appeared on the blackboard. Hermione got to work strait away, occasionally muttering instructions to the others.
Forty minutes into the lesson and Hermione was bottling up her potion, which was exactly the right colour and thickness. She was about to set her vial of liquid down on Snape’s desk when a slight burning on her chest made her drop it. It smashed, but she ignored it. Looking around so that no one could see, she reached down the front of her robes and pulled out the necklace. It was glowing in the same way it had done the previous night, but was now hot to the touch. Without knowing what she was doing, she cast a look round the room, searching for the blonde headed, pale pointed face.
Malfoy caught her eye immediately. He did nothing, but stated, his own hand on something around his neck. He continued to stare, until-
“GRANGER! Clear that up now!” Snape’s voice rattled though her mind, and her gaze broke immediately.
“Yes sir,” she said, vanishing it with her wand
“And an extra 10 points from Gryffindor for clumsiness.” He sneered as he swept past her.[/QUOTE]
Read: Before you read this, cast your mind back to the letter for harry, that was from pansty that harry thought was a joke. He then proceded to say horrible stuff like he hated her blah blah blah...yeah so just remember that lol. get it? Got it? Good
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The three left potions that afternoon in a flood of annoyance. Hermione led the group, her angry footsteps having more to do with the fact that she needed to find out what had happened to the necklace during the lesson than the injustace of having points taken away. Her thoughts drowned out the angry utterances of Harry and Ron, who trudges wearily behind her, barging through crows of people and scattering their books on the cold stone floor with no regret.
When the three haulted. Malfoy, Pansy and Crabbe stood infront of them, their pathway blocked by the trio. Hermione looked away, anywhere but at Malfoy. Crabbe stared menacingly at Ron, who gulped and tried (unsucsessfully) to look just as menicingly back, and Pansy...well, there was something different about Pansy too. She looked down, studying her shoes, her arms wrapped tightly around her school books, hugging them tightly to her. She looked..sad? She too, was avoiding someones gaze. She was avoiding Harry's gaze.
They stood there for a moment, Malfoys group at a loss for what to say, what with Malfoy and Hermione, and Pansy avoiding Harry. Only Crabbe and Ron continued to eye each other up. The trio were also confused. Why wasn't Malfoy throwing out snide comments? Hermione knew why. And why wasnt Pansy sneering alongside him? Harry and Ron both knew why.
Crabbe chuckled. "
Get outta tha way," he grunted. "
Ginger."
Rons face flared. His knuckles balled up into fists. Hermione put a calming hand over them, pushing them down back by his sides. Crabbe gave anothr chuckle, obviously deciding to take the lead, as Malfoy seemed to not be able to at that moment in time. "
Get Outta tha way!" he repeated, chins wobbling furiously. It was, afterall, his moment to shine, his moment to let everyone know that he could be the leader, not just the henchman. "
Pansy," he grunted, "
Make yer boyfriend move!" And he began to chuckle at his own joke, guffawing so loudly that it sounded as iff a pig was being strangled.
But it had hit a nerve. Harry stoood, uneasy, and Pansy turned on her heel and swept away, sobs issuing from the direction that she flew in. Everyone looked at Harry, except for Crabbe, who was rolling on the floor. Everybody there knew, of course, about the note from pansy, and harry thinking it was a trick from Malfoy. He had already put his foot in it once already, hadn't he.
He rolled his eyes and threw his hands up in defeat under the gaze of Ron, Hermone and Malfoy.
"Fine." He muttered with venom.
"Pansy, wait!" he called, pushing through the crowds of watching spectators and running after her.