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[b "I've never seem him quite this bitter,"] he agreed with her. [b "He was never this angry with the others."]
Harry was partly through sorting his ingredients when Hermione deftly switched their cauldrons. As if he couldn't adore her any more than he already did. [b "You're my hero,"] he whispered to her with a smile.
He made a mental note to pick her up a thank you gift, like a small box of her favourite sweets. She was always bailing them out and they rarely thanked her enough for it. Harry glanced to Ron beside him but the ginger boy was focusing heavily on the cauldron, determined not to mess the ingredients up.
It was less than fifteen minutes into the class when Seamus' potion exploded, as well as Snape's temper. [i "Are you that much of an imbecile that you can't even manage something simple like a sleeping potion? Tell me Mr Finnegan, do your parents know how inept you are? One is a muggle, correct? No surprise there,"] the man practically spat as he yelled.
The Irish boy grew red in the face. [i "It was just an accident!"]
[i "An accident that has made a mess of my classroom. Twenty points from Gryffindor for your housemate's incompetence,"] Snape declared.
Harry's fist clenched tightly enough that his knuckles went white. He wanted nothing more than to jump to his friend's defense. Whatever chip their professor had on his shoulder was not a good enough reason to verbally harass his students. But, he bit his lip and stayed quiet. He promised Hermione he'd be on his best behaviour.
As if scolding him in front of the class wasn't humiliation enough, Snape handed Seamus a dirty rag to clean the mess with instead of allowing him to use a spell. Harry could already hear the rampage the Finnegan boy would be going on later that night in the privacy of their dorm room.
[b "So much for a quiet first day,"] he murmured to Hermione and Ron, sparing them both a glance with a look of irritation.
Hermione shot both Ron and Harry a look, more of a glare really. She was telling the two boys that even if none of them liked the man they should at least respect him. After all, he was a part of the Order and he was their professor. Though secretly even she found their antics to be amusing, looking down to keep her own faint smirk hidden.
When the notes were put on the board and Snape was drawing on and on, the girl took notes in her quick yet neat scrawl. As usual she was careful to pay attention to detail and wrote everything down. Never knew what was extra and what wasn't. And besides she needed to make sure she had everything incase either Harry or Ron missed something important.
[b "He does seem more angry, doesn't he?"] The girl whispered to Harry as Snape walked to the back of the room to check on some of the Slytherin students. And as the man was in the back of the room, a small smile did trace her lips as she switched her cauldron with his. [b "Start at step five. I'll catch up quickly enough."] She whispered and went back to work on the potion, leaving Ron and the others to struggle with Snape's sleeping potion. The only reason she had helped Harry was because their Professor had purposely spilled the ink and even made him one of the last to start their assignment.
The depressive cloud that was Severus Snape had immediately filled the room with a new tension. As his back was turned, Ron made a crude gesture towards him, prompting Harry to choke back a laugh and turn it into a cough. Snape turned around on his heel. [i "The world doesn't need to hear you, Potter."]
[b "Sorry Professor,"] Harry acted innocent as Ron hid his smirk behind a hand.
He lazily scrawled the Potions lesson on the parchment in front of him, copying the professor word for word. And if he happened to add a few doodles to the lesson on the sheet, it was for his own benefit. He watched the ink blot snitch float around the page until the pot of ink he'd been using was dumped over onto the page.
[i "Quit school and become a starving artist for all I care Potter, but you will not waste time in my class,"] Snape drawled as Harry tried cleaning the mess. [i "Everyone will get their ingredients and silently work on the assignment. It's just a simple sleeping potion. Even the most dimwitted of you can't screw it up."]
Harry scowled as the man walked away and uttered the cleaning charm under his breath. While the others got up to get their things, he quickly re-scrawled the ingredients and instructions down. He gathered the remains of the ingredients and trudged back to his seat.
[b "Just another fun class with good old Snape, huh?"] he murmured to Hermione.
The girl had not expected the boy to come back at her with her own words. [b "I really was a terror to you and Ron during our first year, wasn't I?"] She asked quietly as they entered the hall and her head was bowed. Hermione's eyes and atrention did come up however when Harry was watching and speaking about the first years. And for a moment she was flashed back to their first year again and smiled faintly being brought back to the present when her best friend's hand pat the top of her head. [b "Well it had given be the extra height but both you and Ron caught up and even passed me."] She said, amusement underlying her tone as she spoke.
Yes she had noticed that his hand hand lingered in her hair, but it hadn't bithered her. Actually she caught herself thinking back to the nights back at the Ancient and Noble House of Black and how the they had had those moments alone. She even caught herself wishing that she was more than just Harry's friend, which she knew was silly as the boy had never seen her as anything more than a friend or a sister. And those thoughts when she let them stung and stung deeply so she had to focus her attention back on the ground as the pair made their way into the potions class.
[b "He wouldn't because he thinks it will tarnish his standing as a Prefect. So nice try, Harry. Bet he will ALMOST be late."] The girl said, eyes going to Neville as he spoke up from behind them. And as always, the girl found her heart bleeding for the poor boy as he looked absolutely terrified to be back in potions. But as she listened, he did have a good point. Severus Snape was not known for his kindness, especially when denied what he wanted.
[b "I have to agree with Harry...because studying the Professors last night...none of them looked particularly happy. At least when Dumbledore has a say someone seems to like the new professor...but no one seemed happy last night."] Hermione said just as Ron came skidding in, took his seat next to Harry and made the other boy bump into her.
[i "Silence, everyone! And quickly take out your books. You are fifth years now and the work will be even harder than it has been."] Came the voice of Professor Snape as the dungeon door slammed shut and the man made his way to the front of the room. His beady black eyes seemed to linger longer on Harry, Ron and Hermione than was necessary and he began to write out the directions for their first potion of the year onto the board.
Harry snorted. [b "I expected him to slouch about with a pout on his face as we got ready for bed, but his only complaint was that he was paired with a Hufflepuff. Apparently he doesn't have much in common with his partner, so he grumbled about it being a boring patrol."]
Finishing off his breakfast and juice, he swung a leg over the bench to stand with her. [b "Ah yes, we wouldn't want to get] [i expelled] [b now would we?"] Harry retorted with a flashback of his own.
The hallways were littered with students, mostly first years, trying to navigate the traffic to their classes. [b "Were we really that little?"] Harry asked, looking at the eleven year olds who stood a foot shorter than he was. [b "I remember you being taller. At least, with a few inches of help from your hair,"] he reached out to tap the top of her head with a grin.
If anyone asked, he would deny dwelling on how soft her hair felt under his fingers, or how his hand probably took too long to drop down back to his side. He cleared his throat and turned to stare straight ahead. He would not allow himself to go there. She was in far too much danger just being his friend, let alone if he entertained those kinds of thoughts of something more.
Inside the Potions class, he took his seat beside her and was careful to leave a space between their arms on the long table they shared. [b "Bets on Ron being late?"] he asked, glancing back to the door.
There was a few minutes to spare, but Harry wouldn't put it past their friend to doddle on his way to his most hated class. [i "I hope not. Snape's mad enough about getting passed over for the Defense Against the Dark Arts position again. We don't need to make it worse,"] Neville chimed in from behind them, looking every bit as frightened to be in the vicinity of Severus Snape as he always was.
[b "I don't think Dumbledore had much say in who was hired anyways,"] Harry turned to answer him.
[i "Even so. He's been passed over since we were first years. What if this is what makes him snap?"] the poor boy shuddered.
Ron chose that moment to rush in, catching his breath and sliding in to the seat beside Harry, causing him to get pushed towards Hermione. [b "I think we have more things to worry about than Snape's class preference,"] Harry ended the conversation, staring straight ahead once more.
Again from Harry's look, Hermione caught that he was beating himself up about the Quidditch tryouts and being captain. Personally she couldn't blame him with all else that he had been through. But could she say the words outloud? It would probably make her best friend uncomfortable since Ron had already brought it all up. Did he truly NEVER think before he spoke? Well she knew the answer and hated it if she were honest. But before she could cut in and scold Ronald, Harry cut in and said he would plan tryouts within the next week.
A sigh slipped the girl's lips and she began to push her breakfast back and forth on the plate. The girl really wasn't all that hungry but seemed more tired than anything for the moment. Besides she could listen to the boys as they spoke, only looking up again when Ron said he had to go for his patrol. Like it had for Harry, Hermione was actually a bit shocked that their red haired friend actually seemed excited. Usually he would be moaning and groaning about it and go grudgingly.
[b "You know.. I thought he would be dreading this more too. But at least with him being excited we don't have to listen to him complain about it."] The girl said thoughtfully as she gave her remaining friend a small smile. [b "Did you expect him to be moaning and complaining a lot last night?"] Hermione found herself asking as she finally did push her plate away and stand, grabbing her bookbag.
[b "Judging by how empty the hall is getting we best be on our way. The last thing we need is to be getting in trouble for being late and on our first day back."] The prefect girl said, a slight smirk on her lips as she gave Harry a pointed look. She was indirectly reminding him of their first day when he and Ron stumbled into Transfiguration late back in their first year late.
[b "I think Snape, and then Umbridge. Looks like a morning of double suffering for us,"] Harry recalled their timetable in his head.
[i Oh god, Quidditch!] Harry groaned and dropped his head to the table. [b "I hadn't even thought about tryouts."]
Truth be told, he hadn't given much thought of his captaincy at all since he'd pulled the badge halfheartedly from the envelope back at Sirius' house. He had still be numb from being passed over for prefect. It should have felt like an honor, but it was feeling more like another burden.
[b "What a great captain I'm turning out to be. First day of school and I'm already slacking on my duties,"] he lifted his head and ran a hand threw his hair.
He closed his eyes and quickly tried to think of his upcoming schedule of classes. [b "Okay, uh...I'll book it for next week. That way everyone can get a few days of practice in before the actual tryouts. Work out any rust they've accumulated over the summer. Sound okay?"]
Harry looked to Ron, hoping for the approval. The redhead nodded with a smile. [i "Sounds good to me, Captain."]
He stuffed a few more strips of bacon in to his mouth and stood up. [i "I'm off to patrol before classes. Just a quick one, thankfully. Save me a seat."]
Ron bid them farewell and took off to join his Hufflepuff partner. [b "At least he seems motivated for patrol. I wasn't expecting him to look so...excited?"] Harry looked to Hermione. [b "He even only grumbled a little when getting ready for bed last night."]
[b "I think we keep our partners until the beginning of November. They think it will help the houses get on better. And I know you wouldn't last with Malfoy or want to all year. Looking at the list of prefects it is actually understandable why they paired me with him."] The girl said as she gave a quick pointed look in Ron's direction before she took another sip from her coffee.
As she watched Harry, something didn't sit well with her. Just the look in his eyes had told her that the boy was up to something. Almost did she want to tell the boy to leave it alone or that whatever he had in mind would not be worth it. But before she could, a still tired Ron spoke up about how he was paired with a Hufflepuff. She couldn't help her smile or laugh. Ron really was a Gryffindor and it was shown. Mostly the redhead was good with all other houses but Slytherin.
[b "I'm glad you slept well. Seeing how tired you were yesterday was a bit alarming. Promise you won't let yourself get that exhausted again?"] The girl questioned, quickly looking down. Her cheeks stung with the heat rising in them and she knew a blush was on the way. [b "Oh...I slept okay while I did. It was a long night."] She did not want to admit that she had only had about three hours at best.
[i "Wait, we have Snape after McGonagall don't we? Or was it that Umbridge woman?"] Ron asked, not even noticing the exchange had by his best friends yet again. He was still so very out of it. [i "And mate, when do you plan on holding Quidditch tryouts? You're the captain this year right?"]
Harry wanted to grumble about Malfoy being her patrol partner, but he knew it wasn't her fault. She was a victim of circumstance when it came to patrol assignments. [b "I hope they'll switch the partners around for you. I would not want to be stuck patrolling with Malfoy all year."]
He didn't bother informing her of his plan to use his cloak the next time she's with Malfoy. He hated the idea of her being alone with the slick little ferret. Even though he was fully aware that Hermione could take care of herself, the protective streak in him refused to let it be.
[i "I'm scheduled with Hufflepuff's prefect today. Nothing like inter-house bonding to start the year off,"] Ron was still groggy.
Harry snorted a laugh. It was no secret that Ron was a Gryffindor through and through. Hufflepuff wouldn't be so bad to partner with. For the most part, they were cheery and friendly. Ravenclaws tended to be the quiet ones. Anything was better than pairing up with a Slytherin.
Hermione's question was a welcomed change in subject. [b "I slept like a log, to be honest. I don't even remember putting pajamas on to get in to bed,"] Harry answered. [b "First night that I can remember I didn't have any dream."]
[i "Must have been a deep sleep because you didn't even flinch when Seamus and Dean started yelling about which candy was better. Poor Neville probably didn't get any sleep,"] Ron chimed in.
[b "What about you? You must have been up late,"] Harry asked her.
Was it an hour or was it three that she had managed to sleep? Honestly she couldn't remember or keep track because when she woke it was to the other girls giggling and squealing. Why did they have to be so loud? But then when brown eyes opened and settled on the sun's early light slipping through the thick velevty curtains she knew why. It was the first day of classes and nearly EVERYONE was awake nice and early in order to dress and/or find missing attire and materials that would be needed for class.
With her thoughts slowly becoming more focused, Hermione pushed herself to get out from under her nice warm duvet and to get dressed into her uniform and robes. She even decided to use a glamour charm that morning so her hair was easy to brush and wasn't a bushy mane. Once she had, the girl packed her school bag which like always turned out to be heavy and left the common room to find both Harry and Ron.
When she got to the table, the brunette wasn't surprised to hear Ron's comment to answer Harry and couldn't help a soft giggle. Brown eyes then slowly were drawn to Harry and then went down to the coffee that had been nudged her way. Honestly the girl had never been so thankful for coffee as she was that morning or momenet. Slowly she took a sip as to help her wake up a little more and to get her thoughts in order.
[b "It wasn't terrible. Mostly wandering the corridors and making sure other students who weren't meant to be out of bed weren't. Though it was sad that I had to give a couple seventh years detention because I caught them in an empty classroom snogging. And then I had to argue with Peeves because he thought it was funny to take the arms from half the suits of amour. Draco was practically no help and left most of it to me because...well you know."] The girl's last words were quiet and quick. She honestly hoped both Ron and Harry were too tired to have paid them mind.
[b "Did you both sleep well? You look mostly rested."] Hermione said, trying to avoid what she had said and turn the topic to the boys.
Harry's exhaustion was at the level that he was asleep before his head hit the pillow. He didn't even wake to the sound of the four other boys chatting in the beds across from him. And for one night, he managed a full rest without nightmares.
The next morning found him awake nearly an hour before the other boys. He dressed in his uniform and wandered down to the empty common room. Figuring he had time before the others were awake, he left to the Astronomy Tower. He grown to love the view of the grounds from the high perch of the tower. The air seemed crisper, and it was peaceful.
As he looked over the rolling hills of Hogwarts, he relaxed back against the stone wall. Everything was perfectly maintained. It was as if the disaster of last year hadn't happened. In his quiet reflection, he prays to any gods out there to let them have one normal year.
Harry beat them to the Great Hall and poured him and Ron a glass of juice, but fills a mug with coffee for Hermione, figuring she'd be tired from her late patrol. He attempted to wait as long as he could before eating the breakfast on his plate, but his growling stomach made him start picking away at his toast.
He spotted Ron first, yawning and stretching with his hair a mess of tangles. [b "Don't you look bright and cheery for your first day of school,"] Harry teased.
[i "I'd answer you but I'm not awake yet,"] he sat himself down across from Harry and dug in to the food.
[b "Full report, Prefect Granger?"] Harry turned to Hermione, nudging her coffee towards her.
[b "Glorified babysitting at the moment. But it isn't quite as bad as he makes it sound. Honestly it made me remember how lost and scared we had been in the beginning...And I felt sorry for them."] Hermione admitted and blushed at the look that was shot her way. It was one of wonder and she had to quickly looked to the clock just to see what Harry had meant in how late it truly was.
Vaguely could she hear through her own sleepiness that was starting to kick in from the long day and the warmth of the fire. She had to focus and bring herself back to attention when she heard the words uttered by the two boys. How could she have spaced so badly to where they and a few stragglers were all that remained? But she could not dwell on that too long before Ron had left her and Harry so he could get to bed.
The faintest of smiles came to her lips as a hand came up and brushed her hair back behind her ear. [b "Have a good night and sleep as well as you can. And I'll make sure to let you know how the night goes. Hopefully won't scare them like Percy did us."] The girl said with a small laugh before she gave her friend the gentlest of nudges in the direction of the boy's dormitories. [b "See you in the morning."] Hermione whispered before she backed away and turned on her heel to meet her patrolling partner, which to her dismay would be Malfoy for that first night.
Harry stirred at the gentle shake, before leaning in to her touch and promptly rolling off the chair. He grunted as he hit the floor, waking with a snort. [b "What? Oh,"] he blinked up at them. [b "I was trying to wait up for you guys. Wanted to see how your first day as prefects went."]
Ron reached a hand down and hauled Harry to his feet. [i "I don't love it as much as Percy did, but it seems like an alright job. Tonight was just glorified babysitting."]
Harry let out a laugh. [b "I'm sure it'll get more exciting."] He turned to Hermione. [b "And you, Prefect Granger? Anything to report?"]
The fire was warm and keeping him sleepy, but he truly wanted to hear how they enjoyed it. After being alone all summer, it was nice to have communication with them. [b "In time they'll come to fear the Gryffindor prefects. Just like I have,"] he joked, stepping aside to avoid a swat from Ron.
The common room had emptied out and aside from a few stragglers, it was quiet. [b "We have McGonnagal first thing tomorrow. I think you're right, sleep is a good idea,"] he fought back a yawn as he looked at the clock above the fireplace.
[b "See you in the morning?"] he flashed a sleepy smile at her.
[i "Yeah, goodnight Hermione,"] Ron stretched, heading towards the boys dormitory.
[b "I expect a fully detailed report tomorrow of your first patrol. Try not to scare too many first years,"] he teased her.
Through dinner she had tried to follow the conversation that Harry, Ron and the otjer boys from their house began to have. Bit when it turned to Quidditch she had to pull back from it. The sport bored her, but only did she care about it because her best friend and the twins happened to be a part of their house team. Otherwise she honestly couldn't care less about the sport. So again she went back to pushing her food back and forth as she tried to block out the surrounding comments and conversations. She was still trying to focus on what Umbridge was really doing at Hogwarts and what intentions Fudge had in mind.
Vaguely was she aware of them being dismissed until she watched the other prefects were getting to their feet and so where the Professors. She and Ron had moved to Harry's side and she asked him her questions, anxiety not at all hidden as well as she had meant to. [b "Thanks...and Harry be careful.."] Hermione whispered before she turned and made her way over to Ron, her being the one to call out to the first years to get their attention.
[i "What's going on between the two of you? Normally you two are close, but this?"] Ron asked as his eyes were locked on her. He was clearly wanting an answer from her as he felt that she and Harry were keeping him in the dark.
[b "Honestly Ronald, there is nothing! Besides now is not the time, we've the first years to worry about. You take the front because you are taller and easier to see.. I'll take the rear and keep and stragglers in line."] The brunette girl said as she quickly moved to the back, getting first years into line as she went.
Blue eyes were on the bushy haired brunette as she left him standing at the front. But then Ron shook his head and waved his hand to make sure everyone could see him. [i "Alright, first years this way! Keep close and keep up! It is easy to get lost if not careful.."] And with those words, the boy began his way through the familiar halls of Hogwarts with the crowd of first years and Hermione following behind him.
When they got to the common room, Hermione pushed her way to the front. She could see from the confused look on her friend's face that he forgot the password to enter. The girl cleared her throat and spoke the password, letting the first years in. [b "Boys' domitories are up the stairs to the left...and girls are the same but to the right."] She repeated, remembering back to their first year and Percy's telling them which way to go.
As soon as the last first year was gone, the girl moved over to where Harry was asleep by the fire and touched his arm. [b "Harry? Perhaps going up to your dormitory would be better?"] She asked gently, a faint smile coming to her lips as Ron joined them. Again he was looking between the two of them confused. And it was with his look did her hand fall and she move away, eyes finding their way to the fire.
Ron shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. [i "You do look tired, mate. So what do you say that we head up? Hermione's got one of the first patrols and so we won't get much time with her. Besides it's been a long day and night and classes start in the morning."]
Harry groaned, not wanting to think about how much worse Fudge can make things for them. The more he ignored the situation, the less of a headache he'd have. So, he buried himself in conversation with Dean and Seamus about whatever Quidditch he'd missed over the summer. This was ultimately a terrible idea, as the two boys erupted into an argument over teams, leaving Harry to watch them like a ping pong match.
[b "At least some things don't change, eh?"] he looked to Hermione and Ron.
The redhead however, had joined the debate and was arguing his case for the Chudley Cannons. [b "I've started a war."] He paused. [b "Well, another war,"] he added with dry humor.
As they were dismissed for bed, Harry stood awkwardly as Hermione and Ron readied themselves to guide the first years. Waving off their concern, he tried not to look pathetic. [b "No, you guys go. I'll be okay. I'll just go with Neville,"] he gestured to the lanky boy nearby. [b "I'll meet you guys in the Common Room. You can tell me how it feels to be all-powerful."]
With a parting smile and a murmured, [b "Good luck,"] to Hermione, Harry left with the other boys in their year.
Neville walked beside him the entire way, hands rubbing nervously together in his usual anxiety. [i "You don't think that Umbridge woman is here because of You-Know-Who, do you?"]
Harry thought back to the denial of the Ministry over the previous year's events. [b "Honestly Neville, that's the most likely scenario. They've never interfered here before. It's more than a little suspicious."] He noted the other boy's concern. [b "But I wouldn't worry about it. As long as Dumbledore is here, I'm sure the Ministry will keep to themselves for the most part."]
Inside the Common Room, the fire is already toasting the couches and armchairs. As the other fifth years stumble up the stairs, Harry takes a place in one of the chairs, throwing his legs over the arm and letting his head fall back to close his eyes. They would wake him when they got there. Until then, another nap couldn't hurt.
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