Our Complicated Love.

Potions with the Slytherins.

Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter it belongs to J.K Rowling and sadly not me. However, I did use some refferences and a few lines from the book.

Hermione woke up to the sun shining through the curtains  of four poster bed.  She looked at the clock that sat on the bedtable beside her bed and sat up. Hermione rummaged through her trunk until she found her towel, and headed for her shower. 

Once done, she dressed and headed down into the common room, waiting for Harry and Ron to show so they could  go to breakfast. After waiting a few minutes she checked her watch. " Come on, where are they!" She muttered. If they didn't show soon she would have to leave without them. She sighed. She should just go see if they were awake. 

She headed to the bottom of the boys dormitory and started climbing the stairs until she came across the one for 6th years. She opened the door and walked in. As she suspected, Ron and Harry where still in bed, along with every other boy in the room. Hermione shook her head. They were so irresponsible! " Looks like it's up to me  to wake them up."  Sha said. With a grin on her face she flung open the curtains to let a bright stream of light enter the room, where it transformed it from a deppressing darkness to a brightly lit room. It did the trick. Well, for one boy anyway. Dean Thomas sat up in his bed and shielded his eyes. " Oi! Which one of you gits opened the curains!" He looked up to the window to see who the culprit was. He saw Hermione standing there, still holding the curtain string in her hand with an amused smile on her face. Dean pulled his bedsheets up . " Blimey Hermione! What are you doing here? It's only.." He looked at the clock. " Sweet Merlin It's almost 8:00!" He jumped out of bed and started pulling his trousers on. 

" Oi!" Ron shouted. " What's all the yelling about! I'm tryna sleep over here! " Hermione walked over to his bed. " Oh no your not" She ripped the bedsheets off his bed. " Hermione what are you doing here!" He shouted, pulling his sheets back up. " It's nearly eight and we have classes! " She said. She was really starting to get annoyed now. 

Harry tossed in his bed until he was leaning on one elbow. He squinted and held a hand to shield his eyes from the unwelcomed light. " What are you all talking about Hermione for? She knows she's no- Ahhh!"  Harry screamed as hid bedsheets were violently torn from him. He looked up and screamed again when he saw Hermione standing there clutching his bedsheets in her hand and laughing. " Hurry we are going to classes! If we hurry we can still have breakfast! I hope McGonagall hasn't handed the schedules out yet.." Harry groaned and rolled over. " But Hermione  we still got plenty of time it's only.." He mimicked Deans earlier action and looked at the clock on his bedside table. " Blimey! Ron, mate, get out of bed it's almost eight!. " The rest of the boys finally started to realize that Hermione was telling the truth. They were going to be late if they didn't hurry. Hermione chuckled. " I'll wait downstairs!" She called to Ron and Harry who were rushing around the room to be ready in time. The sight of all the teenage boys rushing around the room was really quite amusing. 

Hermione descended the stairs and waited in the common room. It wasn't long before Harry and Ron entered the common room as well. Hermione took one look at them and laughed. " Harry are you trying to start your own fashion trend? Of  inside out backwards shirts? " She laughed even harder. " I don't think it'll work, I'm sorry, Harry. But being Famous might help you! I can see it already. You'll have your own shop and it'll be called the choosen one's fashion.."  " I get it Hermione" Harry interupted her. " Ha ha" He mocked, rolling his eyes. 

" Let's go!" Ron said obviously not be very paitent. " Someones eager to start class. " Hermione said. " No way!" Ron replied. " I'm just hungry!" Harry started walking. " Then come on!" 

The trio left the portrait hole and started walking at a quick pace down the hall. They were almost at the great hall when Hermione spotted Malfoy walking down the hall, casting glances behind him. When her turned back around Hermione almost gasped. She could tell even from where she was standing that his eyes where red and encased in dark circles. His hair wasn't in it's neatly gelled form either. It was messy and hung in front of his eyes. " Wow he looks horrible!" Harry muttered. " I know!" Hermione agreed. " Who?" Ron asked cluelessly. " Malfoy!" Harry and Hermione hissed at the same time. " Ohhh" Ron said. Then he lookd up " OH! Blimey he looks Horrible!" Ron's jaw dropped. " That's what I said!" Harry told Ron. " We haven't even started classes yet! We don't even have homework! So why does he look so terrible!" " Shhhhhh" Hermione hissed, bringing a finger to her lips. " He might here you!" Ron rolled his eyes. " Do you think I would care if he heard me? All he has ever done was insult us, it should be his turn!" .It was Hermione's turn to roll he eyes. " I know, Ron. But we aren't has low as him to go insulting people for the way they look." Hermione sniffed with nose in the air. " Now I am going to have breakfast whether you two join me or not." She walked away clutching the strap of her book bag  in her hands. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Malfoy cast one more suspicious glance before picking up his pace and walking the opposite direction from the great hall.