"It's hard to explain...but...the one thing I know is... I'm in love with you Draco..." I said to him
"why me...? out of all...me?"
Draco sat alone in the Slytherin common with her, confused over why of all people...why her. After years of abandonm...
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Snape kept on with his talking in monotone voice "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."
More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat beside me and she looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead. I Chuckle to myself at her impatience.
"Potter!" said Snape suddenly, making me jump on my sit slightly but hopefully no-one noticed. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Powdered root of what to an infusion of what? Harry glanced at Ron and me, Ron who looked as stumped as he was; I roll my eyes at their stupidity. I knew the answer but no-one asked me so why should I answer. Hermione's hand had shot into the air almost hitting me.
"I don't know, sir," said Harry. I look to see Snape's lips curled into a sneer.
"Tut, tut - fame clearly isn't everything." He ignored Hermione's hand. "Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?"
Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat. "Calm down moine" i whispered to her but she ignored me. I turn to Harry who didn't have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter, I'm definitely gonna hex them sooner or later.
"I don't know, sir." Said Harry.
"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, eh, Potter?" Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. Harry had told me that he looked through his books at the Dursleys', but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi? For merlin sakes this boy still haven't gotten over the fact his a wizard.
Snape was still ignoring Hermione's quivering hand. "What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling. How is she this stretchable.. "I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try her?"
