"You call her that again and I swear I'll..." Ron's lunge was cut off
by Harry's restraining grip on his shoulders.
"What Weasley, you'll sick that little sister of yours on me? Why bother, she's already here..." Draco walked arrogantly away, his laughter ringing throughout the corridor.
"Don't listen to him Ron, we all know he's a worthless ferret," Harry spat. His own face contorted in anger.
"Yeah well. Love to turn that slug into a black hole of twitching agony all the same." Ron shrugged off Harry's relaxing hold. "Where's Ginny?"
"Charms I'd imagine," said Hermione, completely unperturbed by Malfoy's jibes. "Off I go then, arithmancy."
"Sure you don't want one of us to come with you?" Ron seemed eager for the opportunity.
"Don't be ridiculous Ron, you have potions." She called back, already halfway down the hall.
"Come on Ron," said Harry. "We're already late." He grabbed Ron's arm and yanked him in the direction of the dungeons.
When the two had fallen out of sight, Ginny Weasley emerged from behind the statue of Odin the Odious and after shooting a furtive glance in both directions, took the long way to charms.
It happened like an everyday occurrence would. Dramatic, but seemingly unworthy of notice.
"Potter, Weasley, you're late." Snape snapped as they entered the room looking hurried. "It seems as though we've run out of partners for the both of you."
In second year, Harry or Ron would've suggested to Snape that they partner each other, but in the seventh... not worth the effort really.
"Weasley, you take Mr. Zabini. Potter, you're with Malfoy." Snape turned heel and walked briskly to his desk, flicking his wand as he went, which proceeded to spill out neatly written instructions for today's potion.
Zabini and Draco got straight to work, Ron and Harry looking at them with an expression quite similar to nausea.
"Well alright then," Snape snapped. "Get to work. We haven't got all day."
Harry glared at Snape and began to measure out the lipis wings, wings so small that they looked a lot more like dust than anything capable of flight. Soon the loose wings were floating all over the room, and when Neville dropped his vial of them, they began to obscure vision.
Draco looked contemptuously through the wings at Harry, as though it's been Harry who dropped his ingredients.
"Come on Potter. This isn't an expressive art class. No blundering aloud."
Harry scowled and continued his work.
The snide comments continued throughout the class, Draco trying an entirely new tactic. Not insulting Harry's parents, or Weasley's family or Hermione's blood. He simply jibed at Harry's incompetence when it came to simple tasks in potions.
Harry was getting irritated.
"Gently Potter, we're chopping anole tongues here, not fending off the littlest Weasley."
Harry upended the cauldron, over the bottom of both his and Draco's robes.
Draco took this rather well, all things considered.
He calmly lifted up the vials of ingredients, and dumped them on Harry's head.
At this point, things got rather confusing.
The lipis wings obscured Harry and Draco from view, and as they both drew their wands and began to furiously hex one another, it occurred to Ron (on the other side of the room) that this was probably a good thing.
Snape had, of course, noticed the disturbance, and when he finally managed to clean up the lipis wing cloud, he was quite furious indeed.
Any onlooker who wasn't paying attention to Snape (A/N: such an onlooker does not exist) would have been slightly perplexed, for at the exact moment when the lipis wings were cleared, an expression of shock appeared on Draco's face which was soon mirrored by Harry's. After a moment's time, both looks vanished.
"I've had quite enough of this nonsense." Snape was visibly seething. He brushed the rest of the class off. "Dismissed. You two," he hissed. "Clean this up. Detention for the rest of the week."
Harry looked outraged. Draco looked unsurprised. Snape left the room.
"Okay," said Harry with Draco's mouth. "What is going on?"
"What Weasley, you'll sick that little sister of yours on me? Why bother, she's already here..." Draco walked arrogantly away, his laughter ringing throughout the corridor.
"Don't listen to him Ron, we all know he's a worthless ferret," Harry spat. His own face contorted in anger.
"Yeah well. Love to turn that slug into a black hole of twitching agony all the same." Ron shrugged off Harry's relaxing hold. "Where's Ginny?"
"Charms I'd imagine," said Hermione, completely unperturbed by Malfoy's jibes. "Off I go then, arithmancy."
"Sure you don't want one of us to come with you?" Ron seemed eager for the opportunity.
"Don't be ridiculous Ron, you have potions." She called back, already halfway down the hall.
"Come on Ron," said Harry. "We're already late." He grabbed Ron's arm and yanked him in the direction of the dungeons.
When the two had fallen out of sight, Ginny Weasley emerged from behind the statue of Odin the Odious and after shooting a furtive glance in both directions, took the long way to charms.
It happened like an everyday occurrence would. Dramatic, but seemingly unworthy of notice.
"Potter, Weasley, you're late." Snape snapped as they entered the room looking hurried. "It seems as though we've run out of partners for the both of you."
In second year, Harry or Ron would've suggested to Snape that they partner each other, but in the seventh... not worth the effort really.
"Weasley, you take Mr. Zabini. Potter, you're with Malfoy." Snape turned heel and walked briskly to his desk, flicking his wand as he went, which proceeded to spill out neatly written instructions for today's potion.
Zabini and Draco got straight to work, Ron and Harry looking at them with an expression quite similar to nausea.
"Well alright then," Snape snapped. "Get to work. We haven't got all day."
Harry glared at Snape and began to measure out the lipis wings, wings so small that they looked a lot more like dust than anything capable of flight. Soon the loose wings were floating all over the room, and when Neville dropped his vial of them, they began to obscure vision.
Draco looked contemptuously through the wings at Harry, as though it's been Harry who dropped his ingredients.
"Come on Potter. This isn't an expressive art class. No blundering aloud."
Harry scowled and continued his work.
The snide comments continued throughout the class, Draco trying an entirely new tactic. Not insulting Harry's parents, or Weasley's family or Hermione's blood. He simply jibed at Harry's incompetence when it came to simple tasks in potions.
Harry was getting irritated.
"Gently Potter, we're chopping anole tongues here, not fending off the littlest Weasley."
Harry upended the cauldron, over the bottom of both his and Draco's robes.
Draco took this rather well, all things considered.
He calmly lifted up the vials of ingredients, and dumped them on Harry's head.
At this point, things got rather confusing.
The lipis wings obscured Harry and Draco from view, and as they both drew their wands and began to furiously hex one another, it occurred to Ron (on the other side of the room) that this was probably a good thing.
Snape had, of course, noticed the disturbance, and when he finally managed to clean up the lipis wing cloud, he was quite furious indeed.
Any onlooker who wasn't paying attention to Snape (A/N: such an onlooker does not exist) would have been slightly perplexed, for at the exact moment when the lipis wings were cleared, an expression of shock appeared on Draco's face which was soon mirrored by Harry's. After a moment's time, both looks vanished.
"I've had quite enough of this nonsense." Snape was visibly seething. He brushed the rest of the class off. "Dismissed. You two," he hissed. "Clean this up. Detention for the rest of the week."
Harry looked outraged. Draco looked unsurprised. Snape left the room.
"Okay," said Harry with Draco's mouth. "What is going on?"
