Once upon a Potions class...

Once upon a potions' class....

***Draco***

"Stupid Mudblood!" I cursed softly under my breath.

I sat-for the thousandth time-in Potions, listening to that stupid Granger sucking up to Snape. I don't see why, he hated her even with the sucking up.

I put my feet up on my desk, not really listening to Snape. I already knew all about today's potion. I mean, how stupid does he think we are? Knowledgeable Drafts were Second year material. Or at least I'd learned about them somewhere in that time phrase.

I catch myself staring at Granger. Look away, I tell myself. I notice her holding Weasley's hand under the table. Seriously, they make me sick. Holding hands is not romantic, it's pathetic. When I make sure Granger's looking, I lean over and start to kiss Pansy, but the effect is lost today; at that very moment, I see her lean over to talk to Potter, who's been holding hands with the other Weasley. Ginny, maybe.

Why is she in here? I'd thought she was a Fourth year. Not my problem. Hell, if she wants Potter, more power to her.

She'll be dumped in a week.

**Hermione**

I notice him staring. He's muttering something, not doubt it has got the word 'Mudblood' in it. I raise my hand at a question Snape asks; I know all about Knowledgeable Drafts. They are Second year material.

Not really paying attention, I hear Snape take 10 points from Gryffindor, but no worries about that. I'll find some reason to put them back on. It sure is good to be a Prefect.

I notice him shift his gaze. He sees Ron and me holding hands underneath the table. His face gets a look of disgust on it. Nice look for you, Malfoy, I think. I don't see why he's so disgusted-holding hands with someone really can make you feel safe. It just feels good.

He smirks at me, the look of disgust wiped off his face. He looks up and it's almost like his brain just started working. He taps Parkinson the Pug on the shoulder. I chose that exact moment to ask Harry if he's got any extra dung beetles; even though I have plenty. Because I know what's coming.

And sure enough, out of the corner of my eye I see him lay a big wet one on the Pug. Then he turns-to look at me; only to find that I'm not looking. He's angry.

Good.

**The Invisible Girl**

I see that evil blond boy-a Slytherin, like me-kiss Pansy. Why don't I know his name, you ask? Because he doesn't know mine. Not once has anyone but Pansy or Hermione bothered to learn my name. They are kind, as I am back.

But to everyone else? I am invisible.

But that's ok because whoever doesn't know my name doesn't need to be known. I wander the halls alone, sit in classes alone, eat alone; you'd think somebody would notice someone who's alone all the time, but I guess not.

I notice Hermione holding hands with a red-haired boy who's kind of cute, in a tall, skinny sort of way. She leans over to talk to Potter-who's name I only know because I'm no muggle-born. Harry's holding hands with a girl who looks a lot like the red-head Hermione's dating. Neither of these couples will last; nor will Pansy and the blond. I guess being invisible gives you the ability to tell these things. You see, while the red-headed boy likes Hermione, she likes Harry, who doesn't like his girlfriend back. And the blonde's crushing on Hermione, though he'd never admit it.

This is going to be fun.

**Ron**

Why is that girl staring at us? She's wearing Slytherin robes, which is probably why I don't know her. Stupid gits, the whole lot of them.

I can tell she's jealous. She thinks she's invisible, but she's not. Not to me, anyway.

Then I notice that bit of slime, Malfoy staring at Hermione. She notices too. He puts his feet up on his desk for no reason at all; I suppose he thinks it makes him look cool. While I fume about him, Hermione's got a plan. He notices me holding her hand, which is not a rare occurrence, I can tell you. He leans over toward his girlfriend, Parkinson, and you can just tell he's trying to make poor 'Mione jealous. She chooses the perfect moment to ask Harry for some dung beetles. She says she's out, but I can see a whole bagful sitting right by her cauldron.

It worked-he turned back fuming. I laugh almost silently as a tint of color comes to his pale cheeks.

Take that, you bit of scum.

I turn to look at what Hermione and Harry are talking about. I look at Ginny-who's been moved up a Potions class-and wink. She laughs and we turn back to the Knowledgeable Drafts.

But who says we're paying attention?

**Snape**

Stupid Children. All they think about are they're stupid, petty little lives.

I AM TRYING TO TEACH HERE!

Simply for spite I take 10 points from Gryffindor. He doesn't even do me the honor of noticing. I look over at Malfoy, who's known today's potion since Second year. I ask a meaningless question and Granger answers it almost at once.

I glance at Malfoy, who's got his feet on the table. I open my mouth to say something; but I stop, remembering Lucuis' threat.

I notice Malfoy staring at Granger and almost roll my eyes. He thinks she doesn't notice? Right. He leans over to kiss Parkinson. I glance at Granger, who's chosen the perfect moment to ask Potter for something.

I almost laugh out loud. Almost.

Malfoy thinks he's a genius, trying to make her jealous. He's not. She doesn't even care. Once again I almost laugh out loud.

Almost.

**Ginny**

Today I almost regret taking up Dumbledore's offer. I mean, I'm good at Potions and want to be with Harry, but there is only so much one person can take.

Malfoy must think he's so cool. Ug. It makes me sick. After Herms answers a question about whatever today's potion is, he puts his feet on the table. I look around, just surveying the class. Parvati and Lavender sit in the back, whispering over what looks like something from Divination. Dean, Seamus and Neville sit hunched over one of Dean's drawings.

It looks suspiciously like Snape with his head on fire.

As I look back, I hear Hermione speak to Harry and I know what's going on. Malfoy's kissing the Pug. Yep. As I look back, the kiss has just ended, and Malfoy turns back with a look of triumph on his face, which quickly turns to fury.

I grin. Heck, it's hilarious! I look at Ron who winks at me. I laugh, and he does too. I turn to talk to Harry, flipping my red hair over my should when he pays attention to me.

Somehow, I don't quite regret it.