Chapter
5
Exchanges
in Potions
Hermione finally
snapped out of her daze, just in time to rush off to double potions. The
dungeons
were cold
and dark as usual, and the sight of the potions teacher, Professor Severus
Snape, did
not make Hermione
feel any better. She glanced across at Draco Malfoy as she sat down in
her
usual spot
next to Ron and Harry. Professor Snape stood suddenly and his voice echoed
around
the dungeon
as he asked; "What does a combination of dried nettles and powdered spine
of
lionfish create
if bioled for three hours?"
Hermioned raised
her hand, grateful that she could even think straight after what had just
happened.
Yet Snape,
as usual, ignored her upstretched hand and picked on his least favourite
person. Harry.
"Mister Potter?"
"Um, I don't know Sir." Harry forced out.
Hermione sighed
loudly in frustration, and Draco looked back at her with a completely smug
expression.
Snape saw this and said in his deep voice;
"Miss Granger, please move seats and grace Mister Malfoy with your presence."
"But, but-" She stuttered.
"NOW!" He yelled. "And five points off Gryffindor for your insolence young lady."
Hermione slowly
got out of her place and moved over next to Draco, all the while feeling
both the
Gryffindors
and the Slytherins watching her. As she sank down into the seat, Draco's
foot slid out
sideways and
gently tapped her's. Hermione turned to look at him, but caught herself
quickly,
remembering
that everyone else would notice if she did. No-one but Harry and Ron knew
of
anything yet,
and she wanted to keep it that way. As Snape droned on about rain-making
potions,
Hermione strained
to ignore Draco. Every so often, his foot would nudge her's, and Hermione
desperately
hoped nobody saw this. Hermione suddenly felt something brush against her
leg. She
was about
to slap Draco, when she realised there was a small, folded piece of parchment
in her
lap. Slowly
and cautiously, so that Snape wouldn't see, Hermione pocketed the letter
behind her
robes. After
class ended, Hermione dashed into the girls dorms. She curled up on her
bed and
slowly unfolded
the note.
"Hermione," It read,
"This is another undying quote from Shakespeare. Read it well.
Juliet ~ Then have my lips the sin that they have took.
Romeo ~ Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again!
This quote
reveals everything I want to say, but expressed in a way I could
never put
it. I hope you feel the same...
Forever Your's,
Draco."
Hermioned giggled
in a high-pitched tone, then stopped herself, wondering what Draco would
think of such
behaviour. What was she thinking?! Who'd care what Malfoy thought? I do.
She
realised.
I care. She remembered the sweet kiss they'd shared earlier. She cared
about him as
he cared about
her. She shook her head, then repacked her bags for her Herbology lesson
with
the Hufflepuffs
later on. She felt disdain run through her when she thought of that house.
Hufflepuff!
Even the name
was stupid! Not mentioning the people in it! Wait a minute, what was she
thinking?
Hufflepuff
people weren't bad, though slightly duller and more goody-two-shoes than
the rest.
What? Why
was she acting like this? Then she realised she was thinking like a Slytherin.
"Love can make you do funny things. Gods, I need help." She mumbled to herself.
Thinking like
a Slytherin. She shuddered at the thought of being anything like those
people. Then
she thought,
'hang on, Draco's in that house!' No, Malfoy! no Draco! How could she even
think
of continuing
anything with him, he was a Malfoy, follower of you know who! She was a
muggle,
a halfblood!
Gods, when did she think of herself as a halfblood!! Malfoy was Malfoy
and she
was Hermione
Granger, normal Hogwarts student. Malfoy was bad. Draco! Malfoy! Draco!
The two names
echoed through her head, and finally, after she couldn't hear anything
anymore,
she collapsed
on her bed and burst into tears, unsure of what in the world she was going
to do.
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