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Scenes From A Dungeon
A/N:::: Thanks for reviewing :::passes out cookies and hot chocolate:::::
And for all of you that asked, it\'s hard to explain what a crotch pheasant is but you\'ll know it when you see it!
Once again we must state that we do not own Harry Potter and friends.
Chapter 5
Scenes From A Dungeon
Hermione dressed quickly and headed out into the common room. She was still slightly in shock at the madness that had just unfolded in front of her very eyes.
She saw Draco preparing to exit the common room. She caught up to him.
“What exactly was that??” She asked.
“That was the one-woman atrocity known as Pansy Parkinson.” He replied.
“Wow she\'s really.....umm....devoted to you, isn’t she?” Hermione supposed.
“Yep” Draco said. “She\'s a psycho.”
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She and Draco entered Snape’s Dungeon-class room. Hermione hate all the jars of icky things floating in watery substances that lined his walls. She sighed deeply and headed towards the table she, Harry, and Ron sat at and began to unpack her cauldron and supplies from her potion carton.
They were just about to speak when Snape came striding into the room in a swish of robes. The room was dead silent. No one had the audacity to cross Snape.....well, from the Gryffindor side anyway.
He cleared his throat sharply.
“In accordance with the new school policy of promoting “House Unity” he frowned at the latter part of the sentence. “I’m going to be mixing you up and assigning lab partners of the opposite house.”
Groans and curses came pouring from the Slytherin side. No Gryffindor dared make a sound. Simply threw each other knowing looks.
“Now,” Snape began “Bulstrode, Millicent and Longbottom, Neville, Zambini, Blaise, and” he stopped at made a slightly disgusted face as if the words tasted nasty in his mouth “Potter, Harry. Malfoy, Draco and Granger, Hermionie”
Hermione sighed and began to repack her belongings. Of course Malfoy wasn’t going to move to her and if she put up a fight it would only result in loss of points for Gryffindor so she decided just for once, she be compliant.
After everyone was situated with their new lab partners for the year, Snape began to announce their assignment for the day.
“Today, we will be making an extrasensory potion. I don’t suppose any of you can tell me what this does?” He asked with a slight smirk.
Draco rolled his eyes as Hermione’s hand immediately shot into the air.
“Anyone? Not a single one of you?” Snape asked, ignoring Hermione’s hand completely.
Hermione thrust her hand further into the air, raising off her seat a bit.
“She never learns” Draco thought.
Snape rolled his eyes.
“Fine Ms. Granger; bless us with your vast fountain of knowledge” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm
“An extrasensory potion is used to extend senses. It can be especially useful when spying as the extensive boost to hearing is especially useful. It’s also widely used by blind wizards due to the fact that the extreme improvement to the sense of touch can almost act as a form of vision.” She drew a deep breath and prepared to continue, but was interrupted.
“Thank you Ms. Granger, no need to continue. 5 points from Gryffindor for being a show off.” Draco leaned close to Hermione’s ear.
“That\'s really a very undesirable trait.” He whispered with a grin. She shot him a look out of the corner of her eye.
Draco went to the storage cabinet to gather their supplies while Hermione lit the cauldron and copied down their instructions.
Soon their potion simmered a vivid red.
“Looks like we’ve done everything correctly” Hermione stated.
Everyone else was just finishing up as well. Snape began his usual tirade of threatening the Gryffindor students with the possibility of making them test their own potions.
Hermione snorted to herself and smiled inwardly.
“He’d never make a student take a potion he knows isn’t correct.” She thought.
Her stomach turned and did a flip-flop.
Draco must have noticed the green look on Hermione’s face because he turned to her and whispered
“What\'s your problem?”
She looked panicked.
“Snape would never make a student take a potion he knew wasn’t correct” she hissed to him a low voice.
Draco grinned at the realization of what this meant, just as Snape arrived at their table.
He appraised the color of their potion before scooping some up into a vile and handing it to Hermione.
“You get to be our lab rat for the day.” He smirked.
Hermione closed her eyes and swallowed hard.
Her head immediately began to swim. Jumbles of words from all around. Two girls in the bathroom discussing the outfits they were to wear on the next Hogsmead weekend, Professor McGonagall lecturing two third years on the proper treatment of the transfiguration mice. It was making her head hurt. There were other changes as well. She was suddenly very aware of the pleasant sensation of the way her robes rubbed against her skin when she moved. She could even still taste her breakfast in her mouth from earlier that morning. She could see every greasy pore on Snape’s face. Her head was still a mixed up bundle of sounds though.
Snape rolled his eyes.
“Assuming you have the capacity,” he began in a sarcastic tone “if you focus your mind, it is possible to exercise some form of control over the things you hear. Everything else just has to run it course.”
Hermionie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. The voices slowly died until all she could hear were a few slight whispers from the black of the classroom.
“That will do Ms. Granger.” Snape replied in a bored voice as he swished back to the front of the class and began lecturing.
Hermione ran her quill down the inside of her palm. The tickling sensation felt heavenly. She glided her fingertips up and down the grainy wood of the table. Everything felt divine. She was running stands of her hair through her fingers when she felt a cold hand touch the inside of her thigh. She jumped and looked at Malfoy. He was smirking.
She jerked her leg away, only to have it pulled right back. He side-ways glanced at her. She could read the look in his eyes.
Go ahead. Make a scene in front of Snape. Get detention. I’d love to see it.
She knew he was right. Even if she brought it to Snape’s attention, she would be the one reprimanded.
His fingers made large round circles on her skin that seemed to be working in a spiral. He stopped and began to trace letters. She recognized the first word.
Mudblood.
She attempted to keep a neutral expression on her face. Not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting her, but his soft fingers against the sensitive area of her thigh felt good with the potion coursing through her veins. He wrote a few other insults and Hermionie was deathly afraid his hand was going to wander, but alas, it didn’t.
Her eyes snapped open, someone had seen Malfoy’s little display. A certain, green eyed hot-tempered boy. And with the potion in effect, she could hear him muttering things under his breath that was making her cheeks glow bright red.
And for all of you that asked, it\'s hard to explain what a crotch pheasant is but you\'ll know it when you see it!
Once again we must state that we do not own Harry Potter and friends.
Chapter 5
Scenes From A Dungeon
Hermione dressed quickly and headed out into the common room. She was still slightly in shock at the madness that had just unfolded in front of her very eyes.
She saw Draco preparing to exit the common room. She caught up to him.
“What exactly was that??” She asked.
“That was the one-woman atrocity known as Pansy Parkinson.” He replied.
“Wow she\'s really.....umm....devoted to you, isn’t she?” Hermione supposed.
“Yep” Draco said. “She\'s a psycho.”
????????????????????
She and Draco entered Snape’s Dungeon-class room. Hermione hate all the jars of icky things floating in watery substances that lined his walls. She sighed deeply and headed towards the table she, Harry, and Ron sat at and began to unpack her cauldron and supplies from her potion carton.
They were just about to speak when Snape came striding into the room in a swish of robes. The room was dead silent. No one had the audacity to cross Snape.....well, from the Gryffindor side anyway.
He cleared his throat sharply.
“In accordance with the new school policy of promoting “House Unity” he frowned at the latter part of the sentence. “I’m going to be mixing you up and assigning lab partners of the opposite house.”
Groans and curses came pouring from the Slytherin side. No Gryffindor dared make a sound. Simply threw each other knowing looks.
“Now,” Snape began “Bulstrode, Millicent and Longbottom, Neville, Zambini, Blaise, and” he stopped at made a slightly disgusted face as if the words tasted nasty in his mouth “Potter, Harry. Malfoy, Draco and Granger, Hermionie”
Hermione sighed and began to repack her belongings. Of course Malfoy wasn’t going to move to her and if she put up a fight it would only result in loss of points for Gryffindor so she decided just for once, she be compliant.
After everyone was situated with their new lab partners for the year, Snape began to announce their assignment for the day.
“Today, we will be making an extrasensory potion. I don’t suppose any of you can tell me what this does?” He asked with a slight smirk.
Draco rolled his eyes as Hermione’s hand immediately shot into the air.
“Anyone? Not a single one of you?” Snape asked, ignoring Hermione’s hand completely.
Hermione thrust her hand further into the air, raising off her seat a bit.
“She never learns” Draco thought.
Snape rolled his eyes.
“Fine Ms. Granger; bless us with your vast fountain of knowledge” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm
“An extrasensory potion is used to extend senses. It can be especially useful when spying as the extensive boost to hearing is especially useful. It’s also widely used by blind wizards due to the fact that the extreme improvement to the sense of touch can almost act as a form of vision.” She drew a deep breath and prepared to continue, but was interrupted.
“Thank you Ms. Granger, no need to continue. 5 points from Gryffindor for being a show off.” Draco leaned close to Hermione’s ear.
“That\'s really a very undesirable trait.” He whispered with a grin. She shot him a look out of the corner of her eye.
Draco went to the storage cabinet to gather their supplies while Hermione lit the cauldron and copied down their instructions.
Soon their potion simmered a vivid red.
“Looks like we’ve done everything correctly” Hermione stated.
Everyone else was just finishing up as well. Snape began his usual tirade of threatening the Gryffindor students with the possibility of making them test their own potions.
Hermione snorted to herself and smiled inwardly.
“He’d never make a student take a potion he knows isn’t correct.” She thought.
Her stomach turned and did a flip-flop.
Draco must have noticed the green look on Hermione’s face because he turned to her and whispered
“What\'s your problem?”
She looked panicked.
“Snape would never make a student take a potion he knew wasn’t correct” she hissed to him a low voice.
Draco grinned at the realization of what this meant, just as Snape arrived at their table.
He appraised the color of their potion before scooping some up into a vile and handing it to Hermione.
“You get to be our lab rat for the day.” He smirked.
Hermione closed her eyes and swallowed hard.
Her head immediately began to swim. Jumbles of words from all around. Two girls in the bathroom discussing the outfits they were to wear on the next Hogsmead weekend, Professor McGonagall lecturing two third years on the proper treatment of the transfiguration mice. It was making her head hurt. There were other changes as well. She was suddenly very aware of the pleasant sensation of the way her robes rubbed against her skin when she moved. She could even still taste her breakfast in her mouth from earlier that morning. She could see every greasy pore on Snape’s face. Her head was still a mixed up bundle of sounds though.
Snape rolled his eyes.
“Assuming you have the capacity,” he began in a sarcastic tone “if you focus your mind, it is possible to exercise some form of control over the things you hear. Everything else just has to run it course.”
Hermionie closed her eyes and tried to concentrate. The voices slowly died until all she could hear were a few slight whispers from the black of the classroom.
“That will do Ms. Granger.” Snape replied in a bored voice as he swished back to the front of the class and began lecturing.
Hermione ran her quill down the inside of her palm. The tickling sensation felt heavenly. She glided her fingertips up and down the grainy wood of the table. Everything felt divine. She was running stands of her hair through her fingers when she felt a cold hand touch the inside of her thigh. She jumped and looked at Malfoy. He was smirking.
She jerked her leg away, only to have it pulled right back. He side-ways glanced at her. She could read the look in his eyes.
Go ahead. Make a scene in front of Snape. Get detention. I’d love to see it.
She knew he was right. Even if she brought it to Snape’s attention, she would be the one reprimanded.
His fingers made large round circles on her skin that seemed to be working in a spiral. He stopped and began to trace letters. She recognized the first word.
Mudblood.
She attempted to keep a neutral expression on her face. Not to give him the satisfaction of knowing he was affecting her, but his soft fingers against the sensitive area of her thigh felt good with the potion coursing through her veins. He wrote a few other insults and Hermionie was deathly afraid his hand was going to wander, but alas, it didn’t.
Her eyes snapped open, someone had seen Malfoy’s little display. A certain, green eyed hot-tempered boy. And with the potion in effect, she could hear him muttering things under his breath that was making her cheeks glow bright red.