Hello!
This is my first fanfic on this site as well as the first story I have ever written in English, so please try to bear with possible mistakes.
I hope you can understand everything and feel free to give me feedback at any time. But yeah.. This is Drarry fanfic and I don't know if this turns out to be slash yet, but I think that my head heads to that direction.
Enjoy! ^.^
Harry was sitting in potions classroom, putting different kind of ingredients into his cauldron. He wasn't exactly sure that he was putting the right ones in it, but he certainly didn't care. He sat at the back of the dim classroom listening to professor Snape's snarky remarks that were meant especially for Gryffindors.
He had no one to sit with as Hermione and Ron had been stuck together every waking second starting from the last week and had left Harry alone for that time being. He looked listlessly at his love-struck friends, who sat, looking from this angle, behind Seamus and Dean, and were for once both making the potion enthusiastically. The reason for Ron's strange behavior in the class was quite easy to find. The girl beside him, Hermione. After they had been ''officially'' together Ron had not complained even once that studying was boring nor even once tried to get away from it. And as you can guess that left Harry feeling even more alone.
He turned his eyes back to the task at hand and saw only a second too late how some black powder was levitated to his cauldron.
He stared at it for a couple of seconds and when nothing happened he turned his face to the person who sat in front of him. It didn't take a genius to know who was trying to sabotage his potion, seeing the trademark smirk on his face.
He stood up and hit the table with his fist saying as venomously as he could "Malfoy! You-'' He saw Snape turning around behind the boy, whose smirk was fast growing, when he heard a loud BOOM and everything around him went black immediately.
Draco looked in bewilderment at Potter as the greenish purple potion flew to his face and hair, making him immediately fall to the floor without a sound. He had only put some powdered ink to his cauldron. All it should have done was to make the potion turn black and indigestible in the end. It shouldn't have done anything he would have been found to be the one at fault at all.
Severus walked to the unconscious boy laying on the floor. His face nor his clothes had any trace of the oily potion he had just had all over him. He tried to think, while casting spell that detected any fatal properties, how it was even possible to make this potion to explode. None of the ingredients in it were dangerous and the potion itself was very easy to do. All it took was a lot of time. He had been fairly sure that even Longbottom would be able to do this right and he would have more time on doing his own potions and not the boring, overly easy ones time takers for madam Pomfrey.
After checking that the Potter boy was still breathing and his heart beating he turned to his godson and told him to come to his chambers after class and went on to levitate the boy to hospital wing. The boy wonder's heart was beating a way faster than it should.
