183Green and Silver Tie
A/N: For some reason, I'm obsessed with the real deal – Romione! And I hope you are too, because you're about to ascend deep into the story of a twisted Romione dealing with everything from House complications to drama. Enjoy!
P.S.: I'm not abandoning Monsters in the Eye of Monsters. I'm continuing it alongside this one.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything. I'm just borrowing the wonderful J K Rowling's characters. This also applies to my other stories.
Chapter One
The greasy hair of the Potions Professor shimmered in the dim light. His black robes flew behind him like shadows as he hurried down the rows of wooden desks. On the walls, the dusty glass bottles gave a grey shine to the stone walls. A matted, silver cauldron stood lonely in front of every empty chair. Students whispered excitedly as Professor Snape ordered them to walk to the back of the classroom. The mixture of Slytherin green and Gryffindor red swirled together as they edged further away from each other.
"This year, I've decided to make seating charts," Snape drawled, earning a collective groan from the Gryffindors. The disturbance stilled immediately as his black, beady eyes searched for a reason to punish them. He placed them with a long, bony finger while looking down at them from behind his huge, crooked nose.
"Parkinson, Finnigan, in the front," both Pansy Parkinson and Seamus Finnigan sent an equally suspicious look the other's way. Hermione was afraid this year's Potions wouldn't be very pleasant. Well, less pleasant than normally, that was.
Hermione felt fear creep up her spine as groups of Gryffindors were split to make up pairs with Slytherins. Malfoy and Weasley smirked. She was certain that Snape's two favourite students would get put together, nonetheless two Slytherins.
"Potter and…" Hermione cringed as the Professor's black eyes roamed for the worst candidate for poor Harry, "Goyle,"
She caught the look of distress on her famous friend's face before he turned to face this century's greatest challenge – survive Potions with a Slytherin partner.
"Longbottom and Malfoy," even Hermione's brows furrowed as she watched the blonde bully get separated from his red-headed partner in crime. Weasley's blue eyes flashed to Snape, then to Malfoy before they settled on her. Her eyes darted to Neville, whose eyebrows were also raised in confusion.
"Longbottom and Malfoy, please take your seats," Snape repeated and the two students inched closer at a snail's pace before they were forced to sit down by the same desk. Hermione saw them move their chairs as far away from each other as possible, both sending occasional glances at Snape with caution.
Hermione saw a pair of sky blue eyes directed at her in her side vision. The stare burnt in her back. Hair the colour of ever-burning flames drew her attention as she suddenly met the gaze of Ron Weasley, Death Eater extreme. His brilliant blue eyes twinkled before he frowned at her and slowly turned to Snape. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks along with the angry spark in her veins.
Hermione frowned as Snape continued down the list of names. She didn't notice when he finally shouted her name. Her eyes snapped open at the mention of her partner's name. Snape glowed by her reaction, as much as such a gloomy figure could.
"Granger and Weasley,"
Hermione choked on a gasp.
Weasley. She was…Weasley's partner. No wonder Potions would be unpleasant.
She met her partner's eyes from across the room. His blue orbs glinted with malice as he frowned at her. She returned the gesture with a glare, making it obvious she didn't want to be partnered with him, of all people.
"Are you coming or not, Mudblood?" he snarled at her. She stared at Snape who purposely ignored the term that came so natural to all the Slytherins.
Hermione gnarled and stomped over to Weasley's desk. She dumped down in her hard, wooden chair and exchanged a sympatric look with Harry where he sat with plain stupid Goyle. By her side, Weasley growled dangerously.
"Why in bloody hell would he place me by a filthy Mudblood? If I wanted torture, I'd just talk to Potter," he ranted, an exasperating edge making his words drip with desperation.
"You know what Mudblood?" he started in a mocking tone. The anger flared in her like a flame. She fumed as he ran his hand through his hair and sneered, "If it hadn't been for this bloody school and its bloody rules, I would've killed you right here. On. This. Fucking. Spot,"
Hermione felt the anger that had slowly built up in her erupt like a volcano, "How dare you be such a rude git?" she hissed at him, "You're a foul, evil, big-headed cockroach! You and your pathetic Death Eater friends can go home to your daddies and cry. Maybe you could bully them into buying you some manners,"
She felt the rage pulsating, her head throbbed. His sneer was swiped off momentously. The familiar blue eyes narrowed and he sneered at her once again smugly, "Nobody asked for your opinion, filthy, little Mudblood,"
Hermione's eyes narrowed fiercely, but her snappy reply was cut off by Snape's voice behind her. "Ten points from Gryffindor for disturbing the lesson,"
"But…" her eyes widened as she tried to defend herself. The Professor's black, greedy eyes screeched her response to a halt. He's only take more points if she tried talking him into justice, "I'm sorry, Professor. It won't happen again,"
By the time he'd docked another five points from Gryffindor for her lousy defence and slow progress in teamwork, she turned around to find Ron sneering at her evilly. The urge to slap him, to leave a dreadful, crimson welt on his pale cheek was surely tempting. The urge to injure him was intriguing.
"You insolent, ignorant pig!"
She raised her hand, eager to fulfil her wish. Around her, the air was tainted with rage and disgust. Her stone hard palm came rushing towards its pale, red-headed target.
Her finger tips were the width of a hair strand away from his cheek when she suddenly felt pressure around her wrist and she halted like she'd run into a brick wall. Ron held it in an iron grip, barely letting her blood flow continue its way to the offended hand. She yelped quietly before he pulled her towards him, hissing in her ear.
"One rule, don't touch me," began Ron, his voice low and threatening, "I don't want those bloody Mudblood germs rubbing off on me," an intense minute flew by before he added, "And don't say my name either, I don't want it to be tainted by your filth,"
Hermione was too shocked to act. She sat there frozen, silently rubbing her throbbing wrist. The rage swirled with dying adrenaline. An empty cauldron stood in front of her, ready for use. Across the room, Harry stared at her with wide eyes. Potions definitely wouldn't be pleasant this year, as much was clear.
A/N: Please leave a review, as it boosts my writing pace. Critics welcomed with a hug! And nope, I'm not abandoning my other Romione either.