Hermione Voldemort's Daughter

Chapter 16: Potions

One month later and I hadn't given in to the million bribes people had tried. Nobody showed any signs of slowing down though. They followed me EVERYWHERE. The library- they were all there watching me silently turning page after page of book after book. The great hall- they were there watching me eat. The Gryffindor Girls Dorms- the girls were there yawning but not taking their eyes of me, though the boys were still stuck with the whole slidey-stairs thing. Classes- they were there, and the teachers normally had to put up with it. Apart from in Potions, when Snape gave everyone 20 points from their houses and a detention, then chucked them out.

"You started your own homework service, Granger?" Draco sneered as I collected my ingredients.

"I don't see why you would care." I commented, picking up a few lacewig fly jars.

"Well why would else would anybody bother to follow you around?" he laughed, "Unless... you have news from the Riddle household?" I laughed quietly despite myself.

"For the last time, dear ferret, I'm not the traitor." I smiled stepping smartly onto his foot. "Now could we perhaps continue this conversation in another lesson? Snape is watching."

"Nope. I want to know why." He replied forceably, rubbing his foot.

"And I want to know what Zabini was doing coming to our table a month ago." I picked up the rest of the ingredients. "Tell me and I might tell you." I walked back to my station where Neville was perched dutifully.

"Is he a Slytherin?" Neville asked as I sat down.

"Neville?" I said, looking at him.

"Yes Mya?" he looked at me, expecting an answer.

"Shut up."

Draco's POV

I stood there, trying to grasp what Granger had just said. What the heck did she mean by Blaise going over to the Gryffindor table? I knew that if I wanted to know the answer to my question I'd have to ask him.

"Are you finished, Mr. Malfoy?" a voice drawled behind me, "Mr. Zabini is waiting." I nodded and walked back towards my station. Almost halfway through the lesson I attemped to ask him about what Granger had said.

"Hey Blaise, I was talking to Granger a while ago..." I started.

"Dude you talk to her? You have better things to do with your time." Theo Nott cut in.

"Oh, Nott, shut it." I said to him pointedly. "And she happened to say something about you. A month ago in the great hall... anything happen?" Blaise went half white, and half blushed, which I didn't think was possible, and he looked downwards. He quickly grabbed the nearest jar to him and poured it into the cauldron, "Blaise!" I whispered harshly, but no avail, too late. BOOM! The cauldron flamed up and splattered a sort of lumpy green goo in all directions, successfully hitting Blaise, Theo, Astoria, Pansy, Morton Maclong, Goyle, Crabbe, me unfortunately, and Snape, who happened to be passing.

"Detention Mr. Malfoy, and 10 points from Gryffindor," he smirked. I heard loads of Gryffindor's exclaim in anguish,

"WHAT?"

"No way!"

"They're Slytherins!" and "Slytherin trait!"

"Do you want that to be 20?" he snarled to them.

"Yes," Theo piped up devishly.

"20 POINTS FROM GRYFFINDOR!" Snape roared dramatically, "Clean this up." I glared at Blaise as Snape walked away.

"Come on, be happy. Snape took 20 points from Gryffindor." Blaise grinned to me.

"I'm covered in green slime and you expect me to be... HAPPY?" I almost yelled at him. Then I lunged.

Hermione's POV

"HAPPY?" I heard Draco practically shriek at someone, making me pour 5 lacewigs into our potion.

"Shit," I mused to myself as the potion went blood red as opposed to what it was supposed to be, lime yellow. I turned my attention to Draco and almost burst out laughing when I saw him on Blaise Zabini's back hitting him with what seemed to be a shoe. After a few seconds of this, Blaise seemed to have enough and tried to shrug him off. But that only made him hold on tighter. So Blaise started to run around yelling,

"Get him off! Get him off!" in a high-pitched, accurate impression of Pansy Parkinson. At that, I had to start laughing. I wasn't the only one, though, half of Slytherin were as well. Harry looked at me weirdly.

"Mione why're you laughing?" he whispered.

"Because, have you ever seen something funnier than Draco Malfoy on Blaise Zabini's back hitting him with a shoe? Not to mention they're both covered in green slime." I replied between laughs.

"You're the only Gryffindor laughing, Mya. People are beginning to stare." Ron said. I didn't answer.

"GET HIM OFF! GET HIM OFF!" Blaise was now repeatedly bashing into a wall backwardsly, so that Draco was getting squished.

"Ow ow ow ow ow- Take that Blaise- ow ow ow ow," Draco repeated repeatedly.

"Mione stop laughing!" Neville told me urgently.

"I" giggle, "can't! It's just" giggle "Too" giggle "Funny!" Super giggle!

"Diffindio!" Harry charmed to try to get him off.

"GET HIM OFF- ow! GET HIM OFF- ow!" Blaise shrieked, bashing into the wall.

"It's not working!" Harry cried, waving his wand around.

"Because, Harry," laugh "The spell is like this," LAUGH! "Diffinfio!" the two boys flew apart like when Ron finally succeeds in taking of the lid of the pickled onions jar.

"Thank god." Blaise breathed.

"No, thank Granger!" I called, bringing an odd giggle from a few Slytherins.

"Miss Granger 10 points from Gryffindor for attacking two Slytherins." Snape commented. He looked over to mine and Neville's potion, which was bubbling unusually and was a weird purplish colour, and added, "Detention to redo this dreadful potion. Class dismissed." The entire student body almost ran out of the class in haste to chat about the events. I walked out, still silently chuckling to myself about the shoe. Where had it even come from? Both of Draco's feet had been covered with socks and shoes, I'd seen, and so had Blaise's. Suddenly my train of thought was broken.

"HERMIONE!" a voice in front of me yelled. I looked up and saw most Gryffindor's and Hufflepuff's stampeding towards me.

"Is he a Gryffindor?"

"Is he a Slytherin?"

"Is he a Hufflepuff?"

"Is he a Ravenclaw?"

"Is he a Gryffin- oh, wait, we've already said that..."

"Is he a he?" I turned and ran.

"MAAH!" I yelled, running along the damp dungeon corridor. Up infront of me, Blaise and Draco were in deep conversation.

"RUN FOR YOUR LIVES!" I told them, still running.

"Grange, your going crazy." Blaise smirked.

"Slytherin trait." I commented, not thinking.

"What?" He asked confused.

"Nevermind." I dismissed.

"What colour hair does he have? It's red isn't it- I bet you 10 galleons it's red, Justin!" a voice I guessed to be Terry Boot yelled.

"Again, RUN!" I repeated. They understood and the three of us ran along the corridor. Of course, them being boys and regular Quidditch players, they were way faster than me. As I shot around the corner I saw they had both disappeared.

"Was it one of them two?" shouted a voice from behind. I quickly slipped into a random cupboard.

"Get out Granger this is my hiding spot."

A/N: Oooh a cliff hanger! Who do you think Hermione-Sophia is in the cupboard with? What do you think of this chapter? Was it funny? Please review.