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Author's Note: I know that potions have their brewing time but I purposely skipped that fact in this one-shot. Sorry. :D
Professor Slughorn was yet on another one of his parties, where he invited a few of his favorite students to dinner. Why, the six were just enjoying their meals and laughing at their professor's jokes when one student asked…
"Professor, tell us something weird you witnessed while teaching potions." the boy requested with a dashing smile.
The potions professor brought a spoonful of dessert to his mouth before pausing to think of an answer. He'd been teaching potions at Hogwarts for years now. Come to think of it, years and years now. When he was reminded of a certain incident long ago, he brought another spoonful to his mouth, and then he spoke.
"Well, there was this rather odd, but amusing moment, when two of my best students got caught in an accident involving two different potions." The old professor chuckled at the memory.
"Oh the days…"
"I divided my class into two that time. Why, it was really challenging to handle two rival houses simultaneously, so I divided them according to their houses – Gryffindor and Slytherin.
I thought of having each house make a different potion so I decided to assign the Veritaserum to Gryffindor and left Felix Felicis, or as some call it, Liquid luck, to Slytherin.
Surprisingly, the class worked in silence the whole time. It was fairly boring so I took the chance to observe my students.
Weasley, the freckly ginger boy, kept cutting his fingers.
Potter, he was doing well, although his partner kept cutting his fingers. Poor boy.
Granger, she was one of my best students, a fine and clever girl, I must say. She chopped the ingredients nicely and every potion she brewed was perfect.
Finnigan, ah, I honestly was fond of this boy. He always found a way to mess things up. Whether he made things explode or if he caused his partner's finger to grow boils or whatsoever, he always found a way.
Zabini, not too bad, he did well in my class, he knew how to stir properly unlike Goyle, who always managed to empty his cauldron just by stirring. He called it stirring anyway.
Ah, and yes, there was Malfoy, another one of my brightest students. It seemed to me that he and Granger had this rivalry and each one would send death glares to the other every five minutes. Children those days. Nevertheless, they were both brilliant, and were two of my favorite students.
When they all finished brewing their potions, I told them to bring their cauldrons to my desk to make sure they did the right thing. To my surprise, even Goyle and Finnigan managed to brew their potions without a problem. After checking, they all went back to their seats.
It was then that Finnigan tripped over Longbottom's foot on the way to his seat. As if the accident wasn't enough, Goyle, who hasn't been paying much attention to where he was going, tripped over Finnigan, lost his balance, and even his grip on his cauldron. There was a moment of silence in the room as the two cauldrons flew to the seats, landing on the heads of two unsuspecting students who were too busy cleaning their stations – Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger.
How wrong I was to assume that Goyle and Finnigan finally stopped being disastrous.
'Mione watch ou—' Harry shouted, but it was too late. The substance already drenched his friend's robes. Poor girl.
She peeked out and slowly lifted the cauldron from her head. "Hi Harry! Hi Ron!" Suddenly, she was all giddy and happy. I reckon she accidentally drank a dose of that Felix Felicis from Goyle's caudron.
On the other side of the room, Malfoy had been soaked too.
'Draco? Are you okay?' Blaise poked his friend on the shoulder.
'Really, Zabini? NO! Do I bloody look like I'm okay?!' Malfoy shouted, not bothering to take the cauldron off of his head. Oh and that's the Veritaserum for Mr. Malfoy…
When the two got rid of the cauldrons, they stared at each other for a while. Malfoy frowned; Granger smiled.
'YOU! You threw the bloody cauldron at me, you filthy mudblood!' Malfoy was seething in anger.
Granger just giggled, 'How are you so sure it was me?'
'I-I'm not…really sure.'
It was an interesting moment. And like the rest of my students, I just watched my two top students engage in a conversation.
'Are you mad at me?' Granger raised an eyebrow, her smile still on her face.
'N-no… not really.'
'Well I'm glad to hear that.'
My students, you see, realized that Mr. Malfoy was under the influence of Veritaserum, and a few of them took the chance to ask him some questions. Some of them led the poor boy to answer really embarrassing ones. But one in particular that I can still remember clearly, is Miss Parkinson's question.
'Drakie!? Do you love me!?' Poor Miss Parkinson, she surely wasn't ready for the answer for she bolted out of the classroom in tears when Mister Malfoy said angrily, "Have you gone mad, Pansy!? I do not, and will not LOVE YOU even if you were the last girl in the world! Oh please kill me!' The whole class went mad and everyone was laughing. I, of course, tried not to."
The students muffled their laughs when Professor Slughorn told them that part. The one who was trying hard the most was Scorpius, because he knew Pansy personally. He never knew this happened to his aunt years ago. Controlling his urge to give in to his laughter, he had to admit, his dad was brilliant, bloody brilliant under the influence of Veritaserum. Albus was covering his mouth, trying to silence his sniggers. He could just imagine how embarrassing that was, even for a Slytherin. Teddy, well, Teddy didn't even try. He just gave in.
"Oh but of course, Mister Malfoy got caught in another question again.
'Why did you say such a thing to Pansy? That wasn't entirely nice of you, Malfoy.' Granger said sternly but there was a hint of laughter in her eyes.
Mister Malfoy, without hesitation, blurted out his answer. 'Because she's annoying! And why do you even care, stupid Mudblood!?' The room fell silent at this, all eyes were fixated on the two the moment Malfoy said the word.
Freckly Weasley was turning red when he murmured, 'I am gonna murder this git'
'Why do you ALWAYS say that? Mudblood? Seriously, Malfoy. Can't you think of another comeback?' Granger furrowed her brows. "and why do you even hate us so much?" Although she was furrowing her eyebrows and shooting Mister Malfoy a very stony glare, Granger was actually smirking the whole time."
Teddy paused to imagine Hermione's face as described by Professor Slughorn but he couldn't quite picture how a stony glare, furrowing eyebrows, and a smirk, looked like together on the Golden girl's face.
" 'Well, Granger, I was born to loathe your stupid friends, Weasley and Potter. I hate you because you're an insufferable know-it-all, a disgusting mudblood, you're extremely annoying …and…and your teeth are… whiter…than… mine.'
Granger found Mister Malfoy's answer quite amusing for she dropped the glare and the furrowing eyebrows to say 'What else do you hate about me?' with a mischievous grin that showed off her pearly white teeth. I must say, they really were brilliantly white."
"I like your mum" Teddy nudged one of the students.
"At this, Malfoy scrunched up his face, like he was already regretting what he was going to say…
'Rrr! I hate you because you're bloody brilliant! I hate how you do things perfectly! I hate it that you were assigned to Gryffindor when that downright devilish brain of yours should've been better off with Slytherin! I hate it because instead of being with people like ME, you're hanging out with useless Potter and Weasley! And I hate how you still manage to be adorable whenever you fail in flying.' …"
Scorpius shook his head slightly, thank you, Felix Felicis and Veritaserum, if it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here.
Author's Note: I know that potions have their brewing time but I purposely skipped that fact in this one-shot.
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