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Severus scuttled back to the Slytherin dormitory, potion ingredients in hand. His long, lank hair that trailed past his shoulders and his gangly limbs gave him a rather clumsy appearance, but his clever scheming mind said otherwise.
The Half-Blood Prince had one downfall. He had a rather unusual addiction, some would call it escapism but we know the truth. His constant bullying by the Marauders had given him cause to look for release. He had found it in his talent for potions-making, and the Polyjuice Potion. On occasion, when the pressures of Hogwarts life had got too much for Severus, he'd take a hair or such from Potter, and pour himself a glass from the vial of liquid kept in his trunk. Of course, he had to knock out Potter while he went around the school. Between you and me, Severus had a very strong body bind spell.
Severus mixed the ingredients together with care. He knew one slip could be highly dangerous… even deadly. It was for this reason he had placed a locking charm on the door, so that that oaf Crabbe, or worse, Goyle the goon, couldn't interrupt him.
"I hope all this effort is worth it; I need to hear Lily call my name, or rather his name. I want to feel her beautiful eyes meeting with mine."
Three sharp knocks resounded across the room.
"Oh shit."
There could only be one person who would know the unlocking charm who would be as pompous to knock.
"Hello Lucius."
The snobby pure-blooded boy unlocked the door with a sophisticated flick of his wand and walked up to Severus with an air of superiority and a very smug smile on his face. His prefect badge glinted in the mid-morning sunlight.
"Now, Severus, what have you been up to in here that requires a locking charm to conceal it?" He said with a condescending wink. "An illegal act, perhaps?" His piercing blue eyes stared right at Severus. "What I want to know is, what I get for staying quiet… You're good at Potions aren't you?"
Severus avoided eye contact with Malfoy, it was a well known fact amongst the Slytherin students that Lucius was part Veela and Severus wasn't about to upset him.
"I'm not great, but I can do most potions, yes." He murmured with a slight stutter.
"It never pays to boast anyway, that's what Gryffindors are for." Severus thought sourly.
"Good. You can write my Potions essay, it's on the uses of a Bezoar." Lucius replied. He produced the essay with a flourish and strutted out the door.
Severus swore under his breath. He had already accumulated three extra pieces of homework this week. He reached under his green four-poster bed for his cauldron, sent the door flying shut with a small gesture of his wand and muttered the charm to lock it again.
Severus added the final parts to the potion and sighed with relief. It took a very high level of concentration to follow the exacting recipe and it had exhausted him. There was just one small duty he had left to do, but it was that he would thoroughly enjoy. He needed some of Potter's hair to complete the potion. Severus poured a small amount of the potion into a hip flask and pulled on the invisibility cloak that he 'borrowed' from Potter. He returned his cauldron to its dusty hiding place and unlocked the door, which slowly creaked open on its rusty hinges to admit Professor Slughorn, Head of Slytherin House.
"Bloody, two-faced Malfoy scum! Just wait till I get my hands on him!" Schemed Severus, as he slid from Slughorn's reach.
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