Chapter 2

Hm, okay, so there we have Chapter 2.

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Manya-san

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Shoving, Ron stopped in front of the dungeon door that led into Snape's territory. As expected, the other students were already inside and Ron had no choice but to open the door with an embarrassed expression.

With a loud "squeak" the heavy iron door swung open and Ron looked embarrassed at the floor. Silence.

Ron slowly lifted his head and was now staring into Snape's face, who had quietly approached him. "Look, Mr. Weasley, already there?" He asked with a sardonic grin, looking down at the student in front of him.

Ron swallowed. Behind the slender figure of Snape he could see the faces of his best friends Hermione and Harry, who looked at him with open mouths. Then he turned his gaze back to Snape, who was studying him quietly.

The calm before the storm, thought the boy, disturbed, and didn't dare to move from the seat.A suppressed laugh rang out from the classroom. It belonged to none other than Pansy, a Slytherin.

Snape gave another sneaky grin before turning to his class.

"As you can see," he nased, "we have a straggler." He shot Ron a withering look. “And what a miracle, he's from the Gryffindor family!” Muted laughter was heard from among the Slytherins. They seemed to be enjoying themselves wonderfully. The Gryffindors' eyes, however, were embarrassed, they already knew what was coming.

“Well then, Mister Weasley,” his Potions teacher's face became unfathomable, “would you like to hear your punishment?” The redhead swallowed, then slowly nodded. Snape's thin lips curled up in a smile. "You're getting 30 points off Gryffindor," he hissed angrily, enjoying the hatred that crept in his student's eyes for a moment. "In addition," and his smile widened, "for the next two months you will appear in my office every Tuesday and Thursday at 4:30 p.m. and pick up a detention!"Ron froze. On Tuesdays and Thursdays they had Quidditch practice from 4:30 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. And Snape knew that, he was sure of that. He saw that only in the spiteful look with which his teacher was now looking at him. He just seemed to be waiting for Ron to object and punish him even harder.

But the redhead swallowed his anger and went to his seat next to Harry with sagging shoulders. He gave him a shocked look. He also knew what would happen if their keeper stopped coming to training.

But before Ron could sit down, an icy voice held him back.

"It's running late in your family, isn't it Wiesel?" Draco called to him and the ranks of the Slytherins shook with laughter again. Snape grinned broadly too, then turned to the blackboard.

"The giraune usually only grows in shady places," he explained, turning around with a jerk, "what is its effect, Weasley?"Ron's face turned dark red," um .. she. . um, "he stuttered, then looked around for help. Hermione made slight flapping movements with her hands.

"She makes people fly," Ron finally choked out, looking at his teacher. He raised an eyebrow meaningfully and then turned to Hermione. "Should you condescend to disturb my class again with your funny convulsions, Miss Granger, I will not be so gracious," he hissed and then turned to the class, "five points from Gryffindor!"

Ron saw Draco laugh out of the corner of his eye.

Ginny wasn't doing great either. Although she had made it on time at the last moment, because Professor McGonagall was held up in the staff room, she didn’t succeed a single spell today.

Annoyed, she dropped into her chair and stared straight ahead. Her stomach growled horribly now and she only hoped that the hours would soon be over and it would be time for lunch."Miss Weasley, my class is not lazy," she suddenly heard Professor McGonagall's voice in her ear. "Sorry, Professor," Ginny exclaimed in surprise, jumping up from her chair. Her stomach immediately began to growl again. Professor McGonagall raised both eyebrows. "You come to me after class, Miss Weasley," she explained sternly. Then she turned and turned to the other students, who also seemed to have problems with their magic.

"Don't worry, Ginny!", Suddenly Loona's voice came from behind the little one, "you can do it again." Ginny just nodded and smiled. The Ravenclaw was a bit weird at times about her father and his, well, imaginative articles, but she was quite fond of her. "Thank you Loona," Ginny muttered, turning back to her toad.

"Derivolus Clauses," she called, and her toad grew little white wings. The toad quacked in amazement and hopped off the table, right into the clipping of Josefine DeBoile, who began to scream hysterically."Virgina Weasley !!!", Professor McGonagall's voice thundered through the room, "take your toad out of DeBoile's T-shirt immediately!"

Ginny swallowed and raised her wand. "Exipto Davcios!" and the toad landed on her table again.

DeBoile gave her another evil look and the professor gave her another angry look before they turned away from her.

'Uff', Virgina dropped back on her chair. Her stomach growled again. "This is really not my day today," she moaned when it finally rang at the end of the lesson.

"Hey Gin, are you coming?", Loona's calm eyes fixed her, "or do you want to put down roots here?"

She smiled happily, but Ginny just shook her head. "I still have to see Professor McGonagall," she muttered, holding her stomach, which couldn't stop rumbling.

“Oh, right,” Loona clapped her hand on her forehead, “you poor thing!” She looked at her friend pityingly, “but at least it's not Professor Snape!"Ginny nodded and shook herself at the same time. A conversation with Snape. That would be the worst thing she could ever imagine!"

With difficulty and infinitely slowly, she got up and went forward to Professor McGonagall's table.

"Professor?"

Professor McGonagall looked up from her papers and met Ginny's eyes. "Ah, Madame Weasley," she muttered a little absently, then suddenly stood up forcefully. "Please follow me!"

The redhead nodded and followed the professor down the hall to her study.

McGonagall quietly opened the heavy oak door. "Come in, Madame," she said, gesturing for Ginny to walk through. Then she closed the heavy door and walked past Ginny to an armchair that stood behind a huge desk. “Have a seat, Miss Weasley!” Ginny obediently sat in the chair in front of her. She looked at her teacher with a sad face.

Minerva McGonagall sighed deeply and looked thoughtfully at little Weasley.The girl with the red hair evidently looked quite guilty. Professor McGonagall smiled as she realized how many Weasleys she had welcomed to this room in her lifetime. It must have been around twenty. She shook her head when she realized what this meant for her age. Just awful. Suddenly there was a grumble and the teacher's gray eyes wandered around in surprise, where was this sound coming from. "Sorry, Professor," mumbled little Weasley and sank deeper into the huge wooden chair.

McGonagall couldn't help but grin when she realized that the grumble must have been Virgina's stomach. Amused, she handed her the little cookie jar that was on her table as usual.

"Eat something, Virgina," she said kindly and looked into the girl's astonished eyes, "Molly would kill me if you died of hunger!" She winked at the girl, amused.Ginny smiled and grabbed a hazelnut cookie. She actually hated hazelnuts, but this was an emergency.

She looked embarrassed into the amused smile of her professor. Typical mom, she thought with a grin, even McGonagall seems to be scared of her anger!