Harry couldn't concentrate during potions; it's not like he usually did, and most of all Snape seemed to relise this and was frequently asking him questions that even Hermione seemed to be stumped on. They were soon instructed to carry out a simple potion, that he still manage to stuff up.
"Harry.... Psstttt ...... HARRY! What do you think you're doing. You shouldn't be mixing them together.... you'll blow this whole place up!" Hermione said, in her voice that wasn't as proud as it normally would be when correcting someone, she knew something was up.
"What..." Harry mumbled as he looked down and relised what she was on about, he half srugged and sat down.
Harry thanked Hermione after she fixed the mixture in his cauldron, as the contents were now nicely simmering away just like hers.
You couldn't say the same thing about Ron's though, as he seemed to be having the same amount of trouble. Harry was sure that he was getting more and more nervous around Hermione and in the long run, it would affect him more and more.
He can't handle her, he thought to himself. She'll be better off with someone like me! He thought, and automatically shock his head as hard as he could to get what he was thinking out!! How could i have thought that, Rons my friends, Hermione's my friend .... Im with Ron's sister. It was all too much again, thinking about everything. Harry seriously needed a way to get everything out of his head.
Draco looked over from the corner of the room and saw Harry shaking his head which looked extremly funny, and by the time he had stopped, mostly all of the Slytherins were laughing and pointing at him. He looked up and saw this, turning a shade of Red that Ron knew quite well, put his head down and pretended he was reading the ingrediants.
"Mr Potter ... If you can not control your lice, would you mind going to see the health nurse and getting treatment for it" Snape said, just loud enough so that the whole of the East side of the castle could hear. "5 points from Gryffindor, for Mr Potters attension seeking little act" He finished with a smirk.
Minute after to minute seemed to drag on, and points after points were coming off the Gyffindor House and by the end of the period, no one really cared any more.
Harry swung his bag over his shoulder, and made his way out of the damp, dark dungeons and into the air grown hall. It was now lunch time and everyone seemed to have had the worse morning ever.