Double Potions

Hermione and I finished with Transfigurations, Harry and Ron were of course late. Then we all split to our different classes until we met again in double potions class with Professor Snape together.

I was excited for potions because out of all of the classes potions just sounded like advanced chemistry, or at least the most normal class other than Herbology.

When I finally made it to the classroom I saw Hermione and Harry sitting together, I walked over sat down next to Hermione. "Hey Mione. Hey Harry. Where's Ron?" They looked behind to their right, Ron waved, I waved back.

"He doesn't like Snape. How was your class?" Hermione asked.

I shrugged. "It was magical." Hermione chuckled softly.

The door banged open and Professor Snape walked in briskly with his cloak waving behind him. "There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." He stood leaning an elbow on his podium, hands clasped as his eyes surveyed the room. "As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making." I relaxed at the 'subtle science', Snape glanced at me but kept moving his gaze. "However, for those select few... who possess the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind." My eyes widened. "..and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame... brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

My brows raised. (This is not chemistry...)

"Then again..." Snapes eyes glared at my table, at Harry writing down notes. "..maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts with abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention." Hermione nudged Harry, Harry looked up and put his quill away. "Mr. Potter." Snape walked closer. "Our new celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Hermione shot her arm up, I smiled at her enthusiasm. Harry shook his head. "You don't know? Lets try again. Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?"

Hermione's arm shot up again, Harry turned to Snape. "I don't know, Sir."

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Harry shook his head. Now I was getting mad, not only was Hermione itching to answer but it was obvious Harry didn't know. "Pity. Clearly fame isn't everything."

My eyes widened and my jaw clenched. "Clearly Hermione know yet you are singling out Harry." I blurted out, everyone turned to me. "Clearly you know who Harry is so clearly you know that before this week he knew nothing of this world like I. So clearly you shouldn't be asking him." I crossed my arms. "And clearly you have a thing against Potter... Care to enlighten us? Or did you just wake up and say 'Potters my victim today?" I raised a brow.

(Shit. Shit. Shit. Why the hell did I lose my temper like that?!)

Snapes chin lifted. "Clearly you should watch your attitude Miss Kimberly." My face fell, Snape turned to Harry. "For your information, Potter... Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant which also goes by the name of aconite." Snape looked over the class. "Well.. Why aren't you all copying this down?" Everyone started to opening their books, I saw Draco in front of me using the pen, a smile played at my lips. "Miss Kimberly..."

I looked at Snape. "Professor Snape." I deadpanned, everyone turned to me.

Snapes eyes squinted. "Why aren't you copying this down?"

I crossed my arms. "Asphodel and wormwood make a powerful sleeping potion, it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and will save you from most poisons. Monkshood and wolfsbane are the same plant which also goes by the name of aconite." I forced a smile, Snape looked impressed. "I have a great auditory memory. Comes in handy except for..." I frowned and my brows furrowed. "Things."

Snape eyed me as he turned to his desk. "Very well... I hope with your good memory your scores will stay high." He walked back to the podium, I followed him with my eyes. "Stay after class today, Miss Kimberly." Draco turned and smirked at me before turning back around.

I nodded. "Yes, Professor Snape." Mione looked at me worried. "Shopping." I whispered, she nodded and went back to her notes.

The rest of the class was more notes and more Snape against Harry which I didn't like but I didn't want to risk my report... Sorry, Harry.

We packed up to leave the class, I didn't move since I was staying to go shopping with Snape. "I'll see you tomorrow?" I said to Hermione.

"How long will you be out?" She stood up straight and carried her books in her arms.

I shrugged. "No idea. I believe it is just my uniform fitting and wand."

She smiled. "Alright. Maybe we will see each other at dinner. I got to go, don't cause to much trouble with him."

I smiled. "No promises." She rolled her eyes and left, I smiled and looked back at Professor Snape who was writing. The door finally shut and it was just us. "Why are you singling out Harry?" He looked up from his work. "The whole class you were acting like a bully. I thought you were different yet you are like a child."

He glared. "I understand you think we have a close relationship here but we don't. So if I were you I would stay in your lane, Miss Kimberly." He went back to writing.

"You care for him." Snapes eyes snapped to me, I raised a brow. "I'm right, you do."

"Miss Kimbe-."

"Why? His fame? A parent?" Snapes eyes glared more. "Oh, a parent. Past memories? Friends with the father?" His eyes darkened. "Ah, the father is the bully. But where does the care come from? Lover of the mother?"

"Miss Kimberly!" He snapped, I jumped and my hands sprung to grip the table. Snape took a breath and calmed down. "Leave, now."

(Fuck me and fuck my mouth.)"Of course, sorry for my cheek, Professor Snape." I picked up my books and walked out of the classroom. "Fuck." I walked quickly down the hall to the library where I hope Mione was.

"Where you running to Mudblood?!" I closed my eyes and kept walking fast. "Oi! Mudblood!..... Kimberly!"

Someone grabbed my shoulder. "Don't.." I spun around, grabbed his collar and held him against the wall. "..touch me!" I seethed, then sobered and realized what I just did. I let go and backed up. "Sorry, Draco."

"What the bloody hell was that for?!" Draco fixed his uniform.

"It was a reaction." I shrugged it off. "Fast reflexes." I turned away and walked down the hall.

"My father will hear about this!" Draco exclaimed.

"Go run to daddy, little princess!" (Damn it. Watch yourself, Olivia.)

When I got back to my room there as note laying on my bed, I picked it up and opened it.

Miss Kimberly,

Please meet me in my office. Password is Sherbet Lemon.

Headmaster Dumbledore

(Shit!)

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