Disclaimer: Me no own Harry Potter. J.K. Rowling does. Or any other copyrighted object. Unfortunately…. TT
So yeah, I was up late one night and a thought popped into my head. What if Draco wanted Harry and Ron? I thought it was worth writing and so here is the first chapter. It was long in coming (pun intended xD) but it's not a oneshot. Not sure how long it will be as of yet. But since I have to summer I might as well drag it out as long as I can. Happy reading!
"Bloody brilliant!"
Harry Potter was sitting in the Great Hall having breakfast with his friends when he remembered he had homework to do.
"What is it?" Hermione asked.
"Oh I forgot to do an essay for Snape…"
"Ouch. You might want to go and get it done. We have Potions this afternoon," Ron advised him. "I could help if you Like."
"That's alright," Harry said and shook his head. "I'll just scribble something down." He motioned as if to leave when Hermione stopped him.
"Why don't' you let me help. Mine's about a foot longer than we need anyway. Plus you have Quidditch practice tonight," She said pointedly. "You can't get detention."
A smile appeared on Harry's face. "Thanks a load Hermione. I owe you one."
"Oh it's no trouble."
"Well I might as well come too. Can't have all of us miss Transfiguration," Ron stated. "I'll keep you two in line."
Incredulous looks were passed between Harry and Hermione before they burst out laughing.
An expression of mock hurt took over Ron's face. "That hurt that did."
His friends laughed all the harder and he soon joined them.
"Come on. Let's get cracking," Harry managed to say.
They walked out of the Great Hall and hurried off the library before their next class. Upon arriving, Hermione quickly found the book they needed and Ron found a place to sit. Harry pulled out a quill, ink, and a roll of parchment from his schoolbag.
"Here we are," Hermione said as she put an old, moldy book on the table. "Slow-acting poisons." She buried her nose into it. Usually she would told Harry to write it himself and then look it over, but today was a rather nice ad she felt very happy currently. Lucky Harry!
The next half hour was spent by Hermione telling Harry what to write, Harry writing it, and Ron watching the girls as they passed by.
"Finished!" Harry said happily as he wrote the last sentence. "At least I'll have something decent to hand in."
"Got to hurry though or Professor McGonagall will have our skins!" Ron said.
"Agreed!" Hermione replied.
So the three raced to their next class with only a few seconds to spare.
"Nice to see you three made it on time," Professor McGonagall commented.
"Sorry Professor," Harry panted.
"Yes well. Next time try to arrive a bit earlier," Professor McGonagall said, a slight grin curving her mouth.
"Today, class, you will be transforming a parrot into a piglet. It will be harder seeing as this will be anew experience for you all. Mr. Longbottom, would you please pass out the parrots."
As he did so, the trio each tried to make their parrots become a piglet. But it seemed Ron's had a different idea.
"Bloody bird!" Ron mumbled as he tried unsuccessfully to transform his parrot.
"Bloody bird!" The parrot squawked. "Bloody bird!"
Just then an oink came from where Hermione was sitting beside Ron. Her parrot was now a pink piglet.
"Congratulations Miss Granger. Ten points to Gryffindor," Professor McGonagall smiled.
Hermione beamed from the praise and smiled apologetically when everyone but her got homework.
Seeing as Harry had only managed to turn his parrot pink, he received homework along with Ron.
"Great. More homework." Ron was grumbling about the essay on cross-species transfiguration when a loud laugh stopped them.
"Weasel, Potty, and I can't forget the amazing little Mudblood."
Draco Malfoy stood blocking the trio from passing.
"Shove off Malfoy," Harry said. "Or I'll hex you."
"Ah ah," Draco tsked. "You'll get in trouble scar head and we wouldn't want that now would we." His always present sneer became more pronounces. "Also I think that'll be ten points taken for being a twit."
"Why you-" Ron started to say but was stopped by Hermione.
"He's not worth it."
"Listen to her Weasel. Or it'll be another ten points."
Harry shoved past the smirking blonde and made his way to his next class. Stupid git. Why's he always got to bother me?
An irked Harry led Ron and Hermione out onto the grounds for Herbology.
"Gather round!" Professor Sprout yelled. "We are going to be in greenhouse four today. There are some blood oaks that need repotting. Mind you wear your gloves due to the blood oak's tendency to bite."
The Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs followed their teacher into the greenhouse. A table in the middle was covered with pots and they contained what looked like miniature redwoods but the minor difference was they each had a gaping hole filled with razor sharp teeth on the top. Tiny bare branches pulsed and swayed.
"Okay. Now pair up and pick a plant. Once you've done that, you need to grasp the seedling by the trunk and give a quick upward yank. Be careful of the branches! They can wrap around fingers and cut off circulation."
Neville was, unfortunately, suffering from that as his plant tried to gnaw off his finger. Seamus pulled the plant off and order was soon restored.
"After that grab some of this dirt and pack the pot. Then wedge the seedling in."
Harry and Ron were trying to push the blood oak in but it was refusing to cooperate. It's roots had latched themselves around the edges of the pot to prevent such a thing as being planted from happening.
It took about fifteen long minutes, but after a particularly forceful shove from Ron, the miniature tree allowed itself to be planted. Ron wiped his forehead free of sweat as Harry felt grateful the ordeal was over. Poor Neville had given up and Seamus was, along with Dean's help, trying to finish the job.
"Alright class! Good work today. For homework I want a foot long composition on the proper handling of blood oaks. Due next lesson!"
Moans and groans were made at the announcement as everyone filed out and went for a quick wash before heading to lunch and then their afternoon classes.
"Bet Snape's going to be especially horrible today," Harry said darkly as they went to Potions.
"What makes you say that?" Hermione asked.
"Cause he's a git," Ron replied.
The arrived in the Potion's classroom where it was dark, dank and devoid of hope. The usual array of ingredients and various utensils littered the walls. The three took their seats near the back of the class so as to avoid a lot of Snape's snide remarks.
Al noise stopped abruptly as Severus Snape's office door opened and he strode in. Books stopped shuffling around desks, paper airplane notes disintegrated, and mouths snapped shut as if their jaws had been glued together with one of Hagrid's rock cakes.
"All essays are to be put on your desk. Then haul your caldrons out. Your antidotes should have fermented correctly by now. It should have a gooey consistency and a glassy surface. Then follow these instructions," He waved his wand and a set of instructions appeared on the blackboard.
While Professor Snape waved his wand and summoned the essays to his desk to be graded, chairs scraped against the stone floor as students hurriedly collected their cauldrons.
Fortunately, besides the caldron's weight, the potion was light. Mostly everyone had achieved that besides Neville who was dragging his to his desk.
Everyone else was too preoccupied with adding ingredients, stirring, and lighting their fires. Harry's antidote was gooey alright. Kinda like taffy. But there was no glassy surface to his. In fact, it looked quite like cement to him. Ron was worse off. His potion had the likeness of marshmallow crème. Fluffy and white. Now Hermione had made her's completely right. As always.
A particularly loud scrape from Neville's direction made Snape look up from his paper-grading and send him a withering glare. Neville immediately pulled his cauldron the rest of the way to his desk and set to work occasionally dropping things.
As the class progressed, Harry barely avoided completely messing up his potion. He was thinking about Malfoy. What's his problem? Can't he just leave me alone?
"Careful Harry!" Hermione hissed as his fingers almost dropped in scarab beetles eyes.
"Thanks" Harry muttered before returning to his wondering.
Ron gave him an odd look, which went unnoticed by the other boy. His gaze flicked around the room and he found that none other than Malfoy was looking at him. When the Slytherin noticed he had caught Ron's eye, he winked at Ron, licked his lips and purposefully looked at Harry, then back at Ron. Rock cocked an eyebrow at his strange behavior before returning to his own antidote. Now what was that about?
How was it? I hope it was accurate…
Any who, reviews are appreciated!
'Til next time readers!