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The gang and I headed out to the greenhouse for our herbology class.

"Morning, everyone! Good morning, everyone!" Professor Sprout walks in.

"Good morning, Professor Sprout!"

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, Second Years. Now, gather around, everyone. Today, we are going to repot Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?" I raised my hand, quicker than Granger. "Yes, Miss Snape."

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been Petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it." I smiled at her, turning to Granger, giving her the side eye.

"Excellent! Ten points to Slytherin! Now, as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings their cries won't kill you yet. But they could knock you out for several hours, which is why I have given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So, could you please put them on, right away." We all put them on. I stood next to Draco as I handed his earmuffs. "Quickly! Flaps tight down, and watch me closely. You grasp your Mandrake firmly, you pull it sharply up out of the pot..." and then the screeching began. I covered my ears. We all groaned. "Got it? And... now you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm." Longbottom then fainted. We laughed at him. "Uh, Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs."

"No, ma'am, he's just fainted." Semus tells her.

"Yes, well, just leave him there. Right! On we go! Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake, and pull it up!" We all pulled up, screeching started again. I looked at the ugly thing.

"Hey, Crabbe, its looks like you." I pointed at it. He frowns. Dracos smirks. He pointed his finger at the mandrake and it bit him. He tugged and tugged until it let him go. I chuckled softly.

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"Anything new?" My father asked. We were heading down to eat. Dinner time, finally.

"Not really. Draco's been off lately. Since the train ride here." I pouted.

"Did you do something?"

"Not that I know of." I shrugged. "I don't know. Boys are boys." My father chuckled. "I hate them anyways."

"Of course. I hope you will in 4 years." He ruffled my hair. "Ill see you later." We both parted ways and I sat down across from Crabbe and next to Blaise.

"Hows your finger?" I asked Draco.

"Stings." He shows me the bruised finger.

"Do you want me to fix it?" Just as he was going to say yes, Pansy waved her wand. What has she gotten into?

"There you go." Draco rolls his eyes and switched seats with Goyle.

"Look! Weasley got a howler." Blaise points out. The owl swoops in and crashes. We all laughed. "That owl is stupid."

"RONALD WEASLEY! HOW DARE YOU STEAL THAT CAR! I AM ABSOLUTLEY DISGUSTED! YOUR FATHER'S NOW FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, AND IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT! IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT HOME! Oh, and Ginny, dear, congratulations on making Gryffindor. Your father and I are so proud." Then it ripped itself apart. We all died laughing. Then another owl came in. I caught the letter.