It didn’t take long. Hermione was pleased to see that, at the very least, she had the second closet match to the desired colour, but it was clear that Harry was the winner, further proven when Slughorn began to fawn over him. Hermione’s shoulders fell, crestfallen as she looked at her instructions. She knew potions had an element of luck when using complicated ingredients, and if they weren’t picked right, then the potion would fail. Her valerian roots might have been of poorer quality than Harry’s...though she wasn’t entirely sure that had been the case.