![]() And there’s nothing more inviting than a freshly scrubbed kitchen. It’s the heartbeat of our home it really sets the vibe. She also considered the possibility that Harry and Ron would choose each other, but it was only a small chance, since she doubted that either of them would pass on an opportunity to have her do the lion's share of the work.We spend a lot of time in our kitchen between family life, recipe development, and entertaining. Harry, on the other hand, easily had the skill to complete the assignment, but was headstrong and unreliable – not to mention occupied with private lessons with Dumbledore whilst trying to catch Malfoy in some nonexistent plot of evil. ![]() There was Ron – he would listen to her, and do what he was told, but he was entirely unmotivated, and not quite the wizard Harry was. She turned her attention to determining the better option of her two best friends. Snape had a much better understanding of their dynamic than she had ever given him credit for. Hermione smiled ever so slightly to herself at that. I advise you to push the limits of your ability, as I will not award points to lazy" – his eyes fell on Harry as he paused, emphasizing the word – "or unoriginal work." That time, he let his eyes sweep over all three of them. "You will have one month to complete this assignment with a partner, as potions of great difficulty can require some additional time and skill. It wouldn't be the first time that their homework, even perhaps their academic career, fell to her. ![]() This would be yet another assignment that she would have to hold their hands through. ![]() Hermione sighed inwardly, shaking her head. On her left, Harry stared forward, eyes glazed on her right, Ron was picking at his fingernails. Several years with Harry had left her more experienced at the production of rare potions than she cared to admit (partially out of sheer desire not to be shipped off to Azkaban). Hermione had to admit she was intrigued by the assignment, her mind already buzzing with a mental checklist of the potions in her arsenal. "Both the curse and its corresponding potion are open to your choosing." "The assignment is to create a draught that would aid or cure a curse, if you are ever to endure one at the hands of the dark arts," Snape said, with the same vocal caress with which he'd described the dark arts on their first class – that which is unfixed, unnatural, and indestructible. He said the last word as though the concept of turning to Professor Slughorn was laughable Hermione hated to agree with him, but it would be a stretch to place Slughorn's abilities above Snape's. "I, of course," Snape continued, "will be the one to determine your success, though if you have any questions pertaining to his subject, you are free to approach Professor Slughorn for. She couldn't help but admire his mind, though she often doubted his character. His words, often deliberate to the point of excessive articulation, had the overall effect of being menacing but intelligent. "This year," he began slowly, "Professor Slughorn and I decided to attempt a collaboration between Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts." Even without the heavy black robes, Hermione suspected Snape would have a darkness about him. He didn't speak, and Hermione fought the urge to check if he was breathing.Īfter an uncomfortable silence, Snape returned his attention to the remainder of the class. Hermione snuck a nervous glance at Harry, noting that his posture was alarmingly erect while he stubbornly maintained an insubordinate glare. Snape was positively dripping with sarcasm. "and Potter, Weasley – perhaps we should start class on your schedule? Or better yet, perhaps excuse you from my instruction, seeing as you have dealt so many crushing blows to the dark arts already." Hermione blushed, though she fought furiously to prevent it. Surely your lecture can wait until after mine is through," Snape said curtly. "We got distracted," Ron interrupted, sitting on her right. "What did you do, run here from Surrey?" she hissed quietly to Harry as he sat on her left, scrambling for his notes. At the sound of feet shuffling in quickly behind her, she turned to face Harry and Ron, red-faced and breathless.
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