Hermione and you had been partnered up for potions. You two hated eachother, Her coming from a muggle upbringing and being a muggle born. And you, a rich pure blood. Basically destined to hate eachother.

Maybe if you actually paid attention in class you wouldn’t be so confused right now.

She says rolling her eyes and groaning, watching as you just throw random stuff into the cauldron while she’s trying to stir.

It’s almost like you want us to get a zero! stop trying to spoil the potion.