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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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4
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1,574
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3
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A Morning In Potions
I do not own Harry Potter, nor do I make any money from this story…or anything else for that matter…T_T
Chapter 1: A morning in potions
The sun slowly crept along the floor through the gap in the curtains, slinking up two pairs of legs, two torsos, settling on two sleeping faces. Hermione scrunched her nose up and slowly opened her eyes. She started to move, but stopped abruptly when she realized that her whole body hurt. She stretched as much as she could and looked around at her surroundings. She was sitting on the couch, a tangle of limbs with her boyfriend, Ron Weasley. Hermione smiled and gently kissed him on the nose. Slowly, the redhead woke up.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Is it morning?”
“I assume so since the sun is up.”
“What time is it?” Hermione cast tempus and let out a shout.
“7:50!!!!!”
“Shit!!!” The two jumped off the couch as though they had been burned and ran upstairs to their rooms. In five minutes they were both cleaned, dressed, and ready for class, dashing out of the common room.
“What day is it?” Ron asked.
“Thursday.”
“Shit, we have to get to the dungeons for potions!” The two ran faster then, slipping and tripping down the corridors and down to the dungeons. A bell sounded, announcing the start of classes and they were just at the top of the stairs leading down to their own personal hell.
“Why thank you for gracing us with your presence today. That’ll be 50 points from Gryffindor,” Professor Snape drawled. Ron and Hermione looked at each other with a little relief. They had both expected it to be a lot worse. They quickly took their seats at an empty work station.
“Now, as I was saying, we will be working on a very complicated potion today. It requires that you all pay close attention to what you are doing and exercise a little common sense as well. You will each be working alone, Mr. Longbottom, on this potion. Then you shall write a 2 foot long essay on the properties and uses of said potion. The catch, I’m not going to tell you what you are making. You will have to figure it out yourself,” the professor declared with an evilly pleased sneer. A list of ingredients and instructions appeared on the board and everyone quickly started writing down the directions.
Hermione was the first to finish taking notes and get up to get ingredients. She started chopping roots quickly. She glanced around out of the corner of her eye at the people around her as they started to work on their own potions. She noticed Neville had already messed up the potion. His potion was brown and putrid smelling.
“Psst, psst. Add two teaspoons of liverwart,” she whispered.
“Thanks.”
“Mr. Longbottom! What are you doing?” Snape snarled.
“I-I-I-I’m-“
“Quit stuttering and answer me!”
“I’m a-a-adding liverwart, sir!”
“And why would you do that? That ingredient is not on the list.”
“I-I-I- m-messed up the p-potion sir!”
“Which ingredient?”
“What sir?”
“Which ingredient, Mr. Longbottom. There are different remedies for different screw-ups, Mr. Longbottom. I want to know, which ingredient did you mess up adding that you would add liverwart to remedy?”
“I-I-I d-d-don’t-“
“That’ll be 100 points from Gryffindor and detention tonight Miss Granger for helping this bumbling fool when I specifically stated that this was an INDEPENDENT project!” Hermione started to protest, but was shot down by her professor. “Are you trying to question me?”
“No sir.”
“Good. Get back to work. All of you. And for you information, Mr. Longbottom, you add liverwart to make up for miss-adding the dragon’s tongue.” Snape then stalked off to the front of the classroom, cape billowing dramatically. Hermione glared at his retreating back, wishing he would spontaneously combust. She angrily chopped stems of moonflower, not feeling when she nicked her finger, getting a little blood on one of the stems. She then scooped them up and dumped them into her cauldron. It turned a deep purple and started to bubble furiously. Hermione turned and got her silver stirring rod and began to stir the potion. After three clockwise turns, it turned black and became incredibly thick, bubbling violently. Professor Snape’s head shot up.
“What the…Get down!” he yelled, diving for cover himself. Everyone, except for poor Hermione, dove to the ground, more out of following the professor than anything else. The cauldron exploded, covering Hermione and the room in the potion. All she could do was stand there, looking shocked for a moment. Slowly, heads began to appear, popping up from behind desks. Professor Snape wasted no time in righting himself and assessing the damage. When he saw Hermione he paled several shades.
“Class dismissed! Everybody leave! Now! You still have to write your essay,” he said while crossing the room to Hermione. He quickly scourgified her and pulled on a glove so he could safely grab her arm. “Granger, you’re coming with me.”
Hermione looked up at her professor and promptly passed out.
Chapter 1: A morning in potions
The sun slowly crept along the floor through the gap in the curtains, slinking up two pairs of legs, two torsos, settling on two sleeping faces. Hermione scrunched her nose up and slowly opened her eyes. She started to move, but stopped abruptly when she realized that her whole body hurt. She stretched as much as she could and looked around at her surroundings. She was sitting on the couch, a tangle of limbs with her boyfriend, Ron Weasley. Hermione smiled and gently kissed him on the nose. Slowly, the redhead woke up.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“Is it morning?”
“I assume so since the sun is up.”
“What time is it?” Hermione cast tempus and let out a shout.
“7:50!!!!!”
“Shit!!!” The two jumped off the couch as though they had been burned and ran upstairs to their rooms. In five minutes they were both cleaned, dressed, and ready for class, dashing out of the common room.
“What day is it?” Ron asked.
“Thursday.”
“Shit, we have to get to the dungeons for potions!” The two ran faster then, slipping and tripping down the corridors and down to the dungeons. A bell sounded, announcing the start of classes and they were just at the top of the stairs leading down to their own personal hell.
“Why thank you for gracing us with your presence today. That’ll be 50 points from Gryffindor,” Professor Snape drawled. Ron and Hermione looked at each other with a little relief. They had both expected it to be a lot worse. They quickly took their seats at an empty work station.
“Now, as I was saying, we will be working on a very complicated potion today. It requires that you all pay close attention to what you are doing and exercise a little common sense as well. You will each be working alone, Mr. Longbottom, on this potion. Then you shall write a 2 foot long essay on the properties and uses of said potion. The catch, I’m not going to tell you what you are making. You will have to figure it out yourself,” the professor declared with an evilly pleased sneer. A list of ingredients and instructions appeared on the board and everyone quickly started writing down the directions.
Hermione was the first to finish taking notes and get up to get ingredients. She started chopping roots quickly. She glanced around out of the corner of her eye at the people around her as they started to work on their own potions. She noticed Neville had already messed up the potion. His potion was brown and putrid smelling.
“Psst, psst. Add two teaspoons of liverwart,” she whispered.
“Thanks.”
“Mr. Longbottom! What are you doing?” Snape snarled.
“I-I-I-I’m-“
“Quit stuttering and answer me!”
“I’m a-a-adding liverwart, sir!”
“And why would you do that? That ingredient is not on the list.”
“I-I-I- m-messed up the p-potion sir!”
“Which ingredient?”
“What sir?”
“Which ingredient, Mr. Longbottom. There are different remedies for different screw-ups, Mr. Longbottom. I want to know, which ingredient did you mess up adding that you would add liverwart to remedy?”
“I-I-I d-d-don’t-“
“That’ll be 100 points from Gryffindor and detention tonight Miss Granger for helping this bumbling fool when I specifically stated that this was an INDEPENDENT project!” Hermione started to protest, but was shot down by her professor. “Are you trying to question me?”
“No sir.”
“Good. Get back to work. All of you. And for you information, Mr. Longbottom, you add liverwart to make up for miss-adding the dragon’s tongue.” Snape then stalked off to the front of the classroom, cape billowing dramatically. Hermione glared at his retreating back, wishing he would spontaneously combust. She angrily chopped stems of moonflower, not feeling when she nicked her finger, getting a little blood on one of the stems. She then scooped them up and dumped them into her cauldron. It turned a deep purple and started to bubble furiously. Hermione turned and got her silver stirring rod and began to stir the potion. After three clockwise turns, it turned black and became incredibly thick, bubbling violently. Professor Snape’s head shot up.
“What the…Get down!” he yelled, diving for cover himself. Everyone, except for poor Hermione, dove to the ground, more out of following the professor than anything else. The cauldron exploded, covering Hermione and the room in the potion. All she could do was stand there, looking shocked for a moment. Slowly, heads began to appear, popping up from behind desks. Professor Snape wasted no time in righting himself and assessing the damage. When he saw Hermione he paled several shades.
“Class dismissed! Everybody leave! Now! You still have to write your essay,” he said while crossing the room to Hermione. He quickly scourgified her and pulled on a glove so he could safely grab her arm. “Granger, you’re coming with me.”
Hermione looked up at her professor and promptly passed out.