As the students bustled into the potions classroom, Harry glared at Snape who was lurking around one of the cabinets. He sat down at a desk and began to unpack his backpack, placing his ink and quills on the wood and smoothing out his parchment. Everything on the desk was perfectly symmetrical and straight. Harry took pride in his stationary, and it showed! Hermione was sitting behind him and Ron was off to the side next to Malfoy. For some strange reason they kept looking at each other and he could have sworn that he saw Draco wink. As the class began Snape wrote the instructions on the blackboard and asked the class what a flash saddle was. As usual Hermione's hand flew into the air and without Snape's approval she blurted out the answer covering Harry's neck with a thick layer of spit. He was disgusted and shivered as it ran down his back.

Trying to forget that saliva was running into hi ass crack, Harry looked over at Ron and to his surprise he saw Draco and Ron playing footsies under the desk.