2nd Year, 1992

After you successfully arrived in Hogwarts, the next morning you reluctantly got out of your bed and got ready for the long day ahead, grabbing your books almost eagerly for your two classes and ate the delicious breakfast before heading outside to the greenhouses for Herbology. You spot Professor Sprout entering the class.

“Morning, everyone.” Professor Sprout greeted, only with you replying back, causing Draco to give you a sneer almost to say ‘teacher’s pet’, Professor Sprout repeated again. “Good morning, everyone!” She exclaimed loudly.

“Good morning, Professor Sprout.” Everybody said in unison, the Professor looked much more satisfied now.

“Welcome to greenhouse three, second-years.” She smiled as she looked at everyone. “Now, gather around, everyone.” She gestured everyone to come closer to the pottery pots in front of them.

“Today, we’re going to re-pot Mandrakes,” She walked to the table behind her, grabbing an orange pot with a Mandrake hidden inside of it. “Who here can tell me what is a mandrake?” Professor Sprout inquired. Hermione Granger - the smartest girl in the class raised her hand.

After, Professor Sprout asked more questions and a few people answered, gaining house points with their house have looks of satisfaction for getting a house point, Professor Sprout did an example - verbally and physically but half way, Neville Longbottom fainted.

“Longbottom has been neglecting his earmuffs.” Professor Sprout sighed exasperatedly as Draco smirked smugly, almost to say ‘doesn’t feel good now to have some much house points, huh?’ His cronies followed his actions as a few people glanced at Neville - the squealing sharp cry of Mandrakes continued until Professor Sprout poured soil in the new pot for the Mandrake.

“No ma’am, he’s just fainted.” Seamus Finnigan - the Irish boy said, his accent thick.

“Yes, well. Just leave him there.” She said dismissively, she began to teach once more - not minding that there was a 12 year-old-boy who was on the floor; unconscious. Soon, she instructed the steps to you as you all followed, you all pulled up the Mandrakes, loud cries ached your eardrums, a few people making a face at the sound; specifically Ron.

You couldn’t help but notice that Draco put his glove-covered hand into the Mandrake’s mouth, the Mandrake biting it as he started to struggle taking his finger away from the creature, managing it to pull it off with a ‘pop,’ harshly throwing it into the pot.