Salutations! There isn't enough Harry/Slughorn fanfiction out there. I think they are a really good couple. I hope people like my work, I put a lot of time and effort into it.
I don't own Harry Potter!
It was a cloudless night in the Forbidden Forest. Slughorn and Harry have set a love nest for themselves out in the forest. Slughorn and Harry let go from an embrace.
"Oh, Professor, where are you going?" said Harry.
"Harry, my dear sweet boy, I am just going over hear to pour myself some more drink, tis all, he said smiling."
As Slughorn was walking towards his table, KABOOM!!!!!!!
He stepped on a landmine that had been placed there during the war with Voldermort.
Harry heard the shock and looked up. As he was doing this a squirrel that was startled by the explosion ran over the button on the bed that triggered it to fold up.
Harry felt the bed starting to fold up, but he was caught in the blankets and couldn't escape!
"What!, No!, What!, were the last words of Harry Potter as the bed crushed him.
Then a stream of headlights came through the trees and the Ford Angela slammed into a tree next to the bed. The radio was on full blast.
"AND I GUESS THAT'S WHY THEY CALL IT THE BLUES," was the last thing heard that night in the forest.
The End 3!