The Slytherin princess

Chapter 5 // favourite teacher

September 1st // Hermione's POV

Me, Wren and Blaise walked out of the great hall and towards transfiguration.

Draco wanted to walk with his new two cronies

Once we got there McGonagall was standing behind her desk and waiting for the class to fill up, Draco took a seat with Crabbe in the middle column, wren and I sat on the desk next to them

"ok are we all here?.... where is Mr Potter and Mr Weasley?" I looked around, they weren't here

"oh well, they will show up eventually, today we're going to start with written work about Animagai... can anyone tell me what an Animagus is?" I put my hand up, so did Parkinson "Ms Zabini?" I searched in my head for a second

"an Animagus is a human who chooses to become an animal, you cannot choose your Animagus and you have to register as one otherwise it's illegal"

she nodded "here are your papers" she flicked her wand and a paper landed in front of each person

"watch carefully and write the answers"

She pointed her wand towards herself and muttered something inheritable before a tabby cat took her place

every student in the class uttered a quiet "whoa"

We started writing our answers to the test when the large doors opened and a familiar pair ran inside

I rolled my eyes and shook my head

"whew we made it, can you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late" McGonagall turned into herself again "That was bloody brilliant" and you're a bloody idiot

"thank you for that assessment, Mr Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch? That way one of you might be on time"

"we got lost" of course you did

"then perhaps a  map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats?" she walked back to her desk and the two sat down

*

"Ok McGonagall is my favourite"

we were walking down the stairs towards potions

"Yeah, did you see the way she caught out potter and weasel?" I laughed

"it was amazing"

we sat in our seats, next to Draco, his cronies, Blaise and Theo (Draco and Blaise have taken him under their wing, I had a strong feeling they would end up as some kind of trio)

The door swung open and a greasy-haired man walked in with his cloak billowing in the wind, Draco's godfather

"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class as such I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making... however for those select few" he looked toward Draco, of course, he's gonna favour him "who possess the predisposition..... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses, I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper... in death" Draco looked like he was talking to his idol "then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable, that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!"

he raised his voice at the end and was looking at potter, Parkinson nudged him to get his attention

"Mr Potter, our new celebrity, tell me what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" the draught of living death

Parkinson raised her hand straight away, me and Draco know this but we are not gonna be labelled the bookworm or smarty of the class, Potter shook his head

"you don't know? Well, let's try again Where Mr Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" the goat's stomach duh

"I don't know, sir" Parkinson once again raised her hand in seconds

"and what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" they're the same plant, has he not studied?

"I don't know sir" he's very dumb

"pity... clearly fame isn't everything, is it Mr Potter?" Snape is my favourite teacher forget McGonagall

"clearly, pansy knows seems a pity not to ask her" it's obvious he was raised by muggles, the class erupted in laughter but immediately stopped when Snape announced slowly

"silence!"

he walked toward potter's desk, all eyes following him and sat in front of potter

"put your hand down you silly girl, for your information Potter Asphodel and Wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the draft of the living dead, a bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat" aaand I was right
"and will save you from most poisons, as for Monkshood and wolfsbane they are the same plant which also goes by the name Aconite" he hadn't broken eye contact with potter through his whole speech "well...why aren't you all copying this down?"

we rushed to write everything down

"and Gryffindors" he sat at his own desk "note that 5 points will be taken from your house for your classmate's cheek" Potter glared at us when we laughed at his idiocy

*

"I'm telling you if the chudley canons win I'm gonna give you 50 galleons because they won't"

I agreed with Blaise "yeah, I don't like watching quidditch much but if they win I might just pitch myself off the astronomy tower"

Astoria and Wren laughed "I guess your gonna end up squished on the grass then be-"

BANG

"what the bloody hell was tha- oh merlin"

we turned to the source of the noise and saw a Gryffindor called Seamus? I think. with ash on his face and smoke protruding from his hair and goblet, everyone burst out laughing but was drowned out by the sound of owls screeching

"mails here!" Astoria announced

they dropped objects for everyone, mother sent me a letter asking about my first day and the daily prophet too

I opened the paper and started reading

the headline read

–GRINGOTTS, IS IT REALLY THE SAFEST PLACE ON EARTH? –

"what?" I mumbled reading on "oh my god. Wren, Draco look" they looked over my shoulder to read

"Someone broke into Gringotts?"

I nodded "listen to this, believed to be the work of dark wizards or witches unknown. Gringotts goblins, while acknowledging the breach insist nothing was taken. the vault in question, number 713, had, in fact, been emptied earlier that very same day"

"that's really weird" I agreed with Wren

I listened to what potter was saying "that's the vault Hagrid and I went to"

huh?

"alright, we need to go to our flying lesson"