Title: Not like it seems
Author: Princess-asturia
Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own this… the owner owns this.
Chapter 1: Potions with the ice queen
Harry sauntered towards his first class; double potions. Of all subjects to start the morning with, Snape's, it was hard enough that it's with the Slytherins, it's longer than the usual.
"You're late as usual, Mr. Potter." Snape narrowed his eyes, proof that Harry was walking on thin ice. "Ten points from Gryffindor!"
"Sorry I'm late Professor Snape!" A rather cold voice called.
"Ah! Miss Zabini, late as usual." He sneered. "Take a seat, both of you."
"That's unfair Professor! Zabini came later than Harry and you didn't deduct points from her!"
He turned around and narrowed his eyes even more on the frizzy haired lady. "Ten points from Slytherin! And another ten points from Gryffindor for talking without asking for my permission."
"But-!"
"Another ten points from Gryffindor! Now Miss Granger if you don't want to land yourself in detention for the rest of the term, I suggest you keep your mouth shut and answer only when being asked. Now, I know that it's too soon for me to inform you but, for the finals, we will be making the boil cure potion, I know that I've taught this to you back at the first grade, so I know that I need not to repeat it's properties and such, and this time… you will be gathering the ingredients yourself, and I will not monitor you, and you will only come to me with your finished potion, is that clear?" He said. "I will be grouping you, and this will remain till the end of the term…
Granger-Zabini
Finnigan-Bulstrode
Potter-Parkinson
Longbottom- Malfoy
Thomas-Davis
Weasley-Goyle
Jordan-Crabbe
…"
Harry let out a sigh as Pansy smirked at him while pretending to faint. That went on through the rest of the period, which to Hermione was unfair that Snape didn't bother reprimanding her of her actions.
The class went on very slowly, for Harry, that is. It was both tiring and boring for his point of view.
"Potter!" A voice called. "I need to have a word with you."
He turned around and frowned. "Parkinson!"
"Who did you expect? Gryffindor's famous founder?" she sneered.
"What do you want?" He said, feeling his temper rise to a dangerous level. "Didn't you have enough fun taunting me back at potions class?"
"It's not about you, Potter! You're not needed all the time, you know." Pansy sneered. "It's about the potions… you remember the ingredients, right?"
"It was at least six years ago, Parkinson! Do you expect me to remember it! I bet you don't even remember the topic we're having."
Pansy shook her head and laughed. "My, my, my, Potter. I can't believe you don't remember. It's quite easy actually; it's dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, stewed horned slugs, and porcupine quills which you will add only after you have taken your cauldron away from the fire." She smirked. "Thought I forgot that, didn't you? Well, for your information Mister Potter, I'm not as dumb as you think."
Harry sneered. "Now that's news."
"Remember Potter, we have to work together for us to pass N.E.W.T.s, and I don't have plans on walking Flint's footsteps."
Harry laughed.
She smirked. "See, Potter? Slytherins aren't such bad people like Granger thinks."
"Yeah…" He trailed off. "'Night, Parkinson. I mean don't want Hermione asking me a lot of questions." He quickly said, wishing that she didn't hear what he said earlier.
"'Night, Harry. Hope to see you in a good mood tomorrow." She looked back and smiled.
6-6-6
Harry watched the stars and unconsciously smiled, 'she smiled, not smirked; it was surely not a sneer, but a pure genuine smile. And it was one of the most beautiful thing in the world.'
"Harry, um… do you remember the ingredients for the boil cure potion?"
"Ron?" Harry stood up. "Why?"
"Well, Goyle's not exactly as smart as Hermione."
"Wait, I think I remember what Parkinson said." Harry said, closing his eyes slightly. "It's dried nettles, crushed snake fangs, stewed horned slugs, and porcupine quills."
"Oh…" He trailed off and suddenly realizing what his friend just said, his eyes widened. "Wait a minute! Parkinson told you that?"
"Yeah."
"That's about the biggest news I've ever heard, I mean considering that Parkinson's got same brain size as Goyle and Crabbe."
"I don't think so, the fact that she still remembers it, she must be a bit smarter at least." He said and rolled his eyes on Ron's scrunched face. "Oh come, Ron, give the lady some credit, she did give the ingredients."
Ron rolled his eyes. "Harry, one correct thing doesn't make her smart."
"I know, I didn't say she's smart… just smarter than Crabbe and Goyle." He said.
6-6-6
She smiled as she entered the common room. "Hey Blaise."
"So, how's he?" She smirked.
"Still the same." She smirked. "So how's your day with Saint Granger?"
"It was a real waste of time; we spent almost half of the time in the library, looking for more proof about the thing when I already told her for millions of times that I know the ingredients and properties of the potion. This is SO frustrating!"
Pansy laughed coolly. "Lucky for me, my partner's Potter."
"Oh you mean Saint Potter?" A voice spat.
"Oh, Malfoy, we were just talking about the potion." Pansy smirked and turned around. "How nice of you to grace us with you presence."
"Stop being too sarcastic will you?" He sneered. "It's not like I'm Potter or anything."
"Which makes me wonder sometimes." She sneered. "I mean if my memories are correct, you wanted to be friends with him 'till he told you off."
"Shut up, Pansy!" He yelled. "I mean it!"
She smirked. "What's wrong, oh great Draco? Can't handle the truth?"
He narrowed his eyes. "Don't forget who made you Pansy."
"Oh… my parents did." She smirked.
"I think you know what I mean; now… shut up or I'll-"
"What are you going to do? Tell Voldemort about my parents secretly supporting Dumbledore?" She said, hoping against all hopes that it's not Draco's plan.
"No… I was actually planning to make a mock thing about you liking Potter, but you just gave me a great idea." He smirked. "Thank you, Pansy."
'Me and my big mouth.' "Don't you dare, Draco!" She screamed.
"Shut up about it and I won't tell him about your parents' misplaced loyalties."
"Whatever." She scowled.
"It means yes, then." He smirked and forcefully planted a kiss on her lips. "I always get it my way."
6-6-6
"Hey Potter!" A voice yelled. "Going to class early?"
Harry turned around and smiled. "Don't want to miss potions." For the first time, he was happy to go to Snape's class.
Author's note: How did you like my first chapter? I know that it's already confirmed that Blaise is a guy but I just want Zabini to be a girl, so I hope you bear with me on this one. Hope you liked it… I'm still open to flames though; don't be hesitant to tell me my mistakes. Thanks