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It was dinner time at Hogwarts. The sun was just beginning to set as the last rays of orange and red light gently covered the land. Harry (Who was in his third year) had gotten ahold of a potion that he wanted to use on Malfoy. This particular potion had the ability to make it's consumer very drowsy, knock out cold, and give them a nightmare. It was a rather new potion that had just come out not too long ago, and Harry had learned by eavesdropping on a few Slytherins that Malfoy has been known to talk in his sleep.
Harry was willing to bet his life on the fact that Malfoy would have nightmares about something ridiculous, and he couldn't wait for him to knock out in the Slytherin common room and embarrass himself. Merlin's beard, he had waited such a long time for this. Malfoy was always trying to mess with him, and now it was his turn.
Harry waited for the blonde haired boy to leave the table before he quickly poured the potion into his drink. He tried to creep away, but as soon as he turned around there was Snape. Right in front of him.
"Well, hello there, Potter," Snape growled with his trademark sneer creeping up on his face," Why are you hanging around the slytherin table?"
Harry thought about his answer for a moment and he couldn't think of anything. He just stood apprehensively.
"You wouldn't happen to be," Snape started to question with the fakest sincere voice Harry had ever heard," poisoning drinks? Would you, Potter?"
Both his and Snape's gaze went right to the tiny, dark blue bottle he was holding. He knew he had to think of something. And quick.
"Of course not!," Harry declared as if it were obvious." I uh- I was getting this for Hermione. She left it here-Dropped it. She asked me to get it for her."
"Oh," said Snape his sneer curling even more, leaning towards Harry, his gaze filled with mischief and loathing," And what would happen to be in this bottle?"
Harry was trying to give him the most innocent look he had.
"It's a," He looked down at the bottle then at were Hermione would have been sitting if she wouldn't have been studding. Then he suddenly remembered how Ron and her were fighting and how Ron wasn't talking to him at the time because he suggested that Ron take it easy on her because she seemed to be going through a rough time.
This dragged his mood down, and angered him. Why did he deserve to be ignored? It wasn't his fault that Hermione was acting strange, and that Ron was being a git!," It's one of those anti-depressing potions. Hermione hasn't been feeling all that well… So...So I."
Snape followed Harry's gaze, and when he saw Hermione's empty seat he must have remembered Hermione's strange behavior because his sneer shifted into a frown.
"I," Harry continued as he fought to keep his frustration from spilling through his voice.
What if they never talked to him again? What if they stayed mad at him? Did they even want to be his friends anymore? It had been about three weeks now since he had talked to either of them… Anytime he tried talking to either one of them they'd just ignore or snap at him…Harry gulped, trying to push the thoughts away, and took a breath before trying to speak again," went to fetch it for her. She told me that she had dropped it in this area, but she didn't have time to get it herself. Ya know-with her busy schedule and all."
Harry stopped glaring at the bottle as he settled his gaze on the floor.
"Potter, I don't believe your story, but luckily for you I have other things to do. I'll let your odd behavior slide just this once. Don't get used to it."
Snape then stood up and walked away still occasionally looking back at Harry, sneering at him if there gazes ever met.