Chapter 1 - A is for Aggravation
"Hermione, will you be my partner?" whispered Neville. We were having Potions, and goodness knows he could use all the help he could get.
Hell no! I wanted to exclaim, but I decided against it. The poor boy was looking so forlorn, so lost... "Fine," I sighed. I got up, walked over to his table, and we began setting up the ingredients to make the Healing Potion. As I reached over to grab some powdered bat wings, I looked up only to see Malfoy staring at me.
Hello, Mudblood, he mouthed.
That shitbucket. Tired of his immaturity, I made a rude hand gesture towards him. He feigned shock and pretended to be hurt, and I was about to snap a retort when suddenly a black figure loomed above me.
"Now that was quite rude," Snape murmurmed in his soft, dangerous voice.
"Professor! ... I... I didn't mean to..."
"Perhaps she can explain what she did mean to do in detention tonight," quipped Malfoy.
Snape looked pleased. "Wonderful idea, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said smoothly, "10 points to Slytherin."
What the fuck?! That moron got points for getting me in detention?
"Class is over," announced Snape in a louder voice, then dropping it slightly as he looked down at me, "You will be here, tonight at 7."
I grunted in response and gathered up my things, stuffing books, quills, and parchments carelessly in the bag. Huffing, I speed-walked out the door, heading for the library. I heard the quick steps of someone behind me, trying to catch up.
"You know, Granger, maybe you shouldn't have flicked me off," sneered Malfoy, walking quickly by my side.
"You know, Malfoy," I snarled, "Maybe you shouldn't always be such a dipshit."
He opened his mouth again, but I made a sharp left turn towards the library, snickering at the sight of Malfoy still standing there with his mouth open, about to send me another insult. Cursing under my breath, I walked over to my favorite spot in the library, flipped my books open, and indulged myself in my seemingly endless homework.
6:52 pm
I was never late for anything, let alone detentions. I wanted this to go as smoothly as possible, and with as little insults from the greasy, hook-nosed professor as possible. Turning the corner, I strided into the potions room. Snape was sitting with his feet on his desk, reading some sort of book by candlelight. Seeing me, he shut the book with a snap and lowered his feet off the desk. He seemed shocked, almost. While returning the book to its proper place on the bookshelf, he muttured how it was 7 already.
Arranging his gaunt, waxy face into his usual cold indifference, he looked down at me and said, "Miss Granger. Perhaps you'd like to spend the next 2 and a half hours mopping the floors and wiping off the tables. If it is not complete, I will allow you to finish tomorrow evening." And without another word, he turned around and disappeared somewhere.
Snape never said anything about the use of magic.
10 minutes later, the potions room was sparkling clean, or as sparkling as dungeons can get. Now what? Do I go back to my dorm? Do I jump on the table and line dance until 2 and a half hours are over? I sighed. That Malfoy bastard will pay for wasting 10 minutes of my life. If you do the math, 10 minutes is actually 1/144 of the day... Scowling, I attempted to exit. However, as I charged forward, I noticed I wasn't going anywhere, and instead walking in place. Uh? Then it dawned upon me that that dipshit of a professor had charmed the effing room so I couldn't get out until the time was over.
Screaming in frustration, I seized my wand and threw it against the wall. Yes, it was that time of the month again, when anything can irk the hell out of me. Looking up again, I realized the wand had not bounced off the wall like the laws of gravity had hoped it would. Holy shit, the wand went through the wall!
Forgetting my previous anger, I walked cautiously up to the spot where I had thrown my wand. One cannot be too careful. I examined the area carefully, finding... nothing. Nothing but a squashed fly. Ew, squashed fly. Being the prim, neat-freak I was, I took a random spatula lying around and attempted to scrape the fly off the wall.
However, surprise! I ended up on the other side of the wall. Now, as I looked back to where I was squatting, I realized the wall had split open and was now forming a kind of doorway. Secret passageway, oooh. I felt so special.
So what does one do when one finds oneself in a secret room that wasn't supposed to be discovered? Of course, one looks around. What I saw was a huge shelf, containing vials of all shapes and sizes, each filled with a different colour of clear liquid. What caught my eye, however, was a thin, tall, cylinder-shaped vial containing a kind of iridescent potion, that shimmered and sparkled as I tilted my head.
How very pretty.
I took the vial down and shifted it around in my hands, enjoying the coolness of it. Being so completely mesmerized by this potion, I did not see someone coming in the room.
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