Title: Potions Class
Author: Me (duh) rogue1221@hotmail.com
Pairing: Just read it, and you'll see! Ron's in it, Snape's in it, Fred and
George, Harry, and all the gang! Huzzah! (Not to mention Draco...)
Warnings: None, except that this is slash, so if homosexuals offend you
(Which they SHOULDN'T, you HOMOPHOBE!) just plain don't read it.
Summary: Heh, I don't want to give it away! Let's just say that Snape's
having a little fun in his potions class.... hehehehe....
Notes: PS. Karen - I'm aware that it is possibly one of the most predicable
plots EVER, but (hehe) you can live with it.
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"Mr. Weasley, if you don't want detention I advise you to WAKE UP IMMEDIATELY!" Snape's harsh voice broke into Ron's dream, and he was up like a shot, stiff and staring at the potions professor, who was shooting arrows into the 5th year student with his eyes. Harry, who was sitting (as usual) beside him, tried his hardest not to laugh, but Ron could hear Draco cracking up at the back of the room. Ron felt his cheeks slowly grow scarlet, and he damned himself for it.
"Now that you are awake, Mr. Weasley," Snape went on, "You will be good enough to show the class exactly how to make the Luck Potion that I have just instructed on." Ron heard Draco laugh again, and silently damned the blonde beauty as well. However, with Snape glaring so fiercely at him, and the rest of the class watching, there was only one thing that he could do.
"Yes, sir." He grumbled, and moved his hands toward the small pile of ingredients on the edge of the desk. It was true that he had absolutely no idea how to make the potion, but it was only the beginning of the year, and the Luck Potion was just a review, so he was sure it couldn't be that hard to make. He slowly picked up a piece of Dragon's bane, while his eyes searched the room for Hermione. But of course! She had been taken somewhere by McGonagal at the beginning of class! He had completely forgotten, and now he was entirely sure that he was in very deep trouble. Damning himself again, he prayed that whatever he ended up making wouldn't kill him. With a tap of a wand the water in his cauldron began to boil, and he added the ingredients as professionally as he could fake it. Everyone was silent, save for the snickering blonde in the back, and Ron felt a drop of sweat run down the side of his face. Damn these bloody potions, damn bloody Snape, and damn the bloody homework that had kept him up all night!
He took a glance up at Snape and instantly regretted it, as the look on Snape's face was only pure amusement, and was possibly the worst sign that Ron was doing things completely wrong. He slowly stirred the ingredients into the cauldron, and was awarded by the mixture turning a dark purple and fizzing a little, a sure sign that whatever he had made was done. He let out a long breath, and only realised at that moment that he had been holding for the last few minutes.
"Well." Snape said, a smirk upon his lips, "Weasley has done very well. but not for this class, I'm afraid." Ron gulped. "Please, Mr. Weasley, do us the benefit of seeing the effects of your potion."
Ron looked at the cauldron; the once relieving dark shade of purple now seemed (to his eyes) a dangerous black. He paused, wondering if Snape would actually let him drink something that would kill him, and slowly picked up his vial. He dipped it into the potion, relieved at least to find that it did not eat or destroy it, and slowly brought the purple liquid to his mouth. He glanced once at Harry, and then at Snape, closed his eyes, and drank the potion like he was taking a shot of vodka.
His eyes widened as the intense sweetness poured down his throat, and almost gagged. It was sweet to the point of bitterness, and even after he had swallowed it, Ron could still taste it in his mouth. He looked at Snape who seemed to be grinning (if that was possible) and felt that something was very, very, wrong.
"Well, I think this worked well. Would you like to know what potion you just drank, Mr. Weasley?" Snape said, as Ron stared at him openly. He had never noticed.
"Yes." Ron croaked.
"Well, it tells you exactly what your . 'libido' is thinking." He smirked, "Anything you see that you like, for instance your potatoes for dinner tonight, will look exactly like who your prominent brain enjoys the most." Ron's eyes widened, "Which means, Mr. Weasley, anyone that you have even a small fancy for will look exactly like who you fancy the most. See a lot of Ms. Grangers, do you Mr. Weasley?"
Everyone laughed, but Ron felt the doom slowly level onto his shoulders. For, as Ron had stared at his professor, he had realized just how much the teacher had reminded him of Harry.
T.B.C.
Endnotes: yes, yes, yes, very predicable, I know. It's not a Harry/Ron pairing, don't worry, but it will get. interesting. Yes, precious.
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"Mr. Weasley, if you don't want detention I advise you to WAKE UP IMMEDIATELY!" Snape's harsh voice broke into Ron's dream, and he was up like a shot, stiff and staring at the potions professor, who was shooting arrows into the 5th year student with his eyes. Harry, who was sitting (as usual) beside him, tried his hardest not to laugh, but Ron could hear Draco cracking up at the back of the room. Ron felt his cheeks slowly grow scarlet, and he damned himself for it.
"Now that you are awake, Mr. Weasley," Snape went on, "You will be good enough to show the class exactly how to make the Luck Potion that I have just instructed on." Ron heard Draco laugh again, and silently damned the blonde beauty as well. However, with Snape glaring so fiercely at him, and the rest of the class watching, there was only one thing that he could do.
"Yes, sir." He grumbled, and moved his hands toward the small pile of ingredients on the edge of the desk. It was true that he had absolutely no idea how to make the potion, but it was only the beginning of the year, and the Luck Potion was just a review, so he was sure it couldn't be that hard to make. He slowly picked up a piece of Dragon's bane, while his eyes searched the room for Hermione. But of course! She had been taken somewhere by McGonagal at the beginning of class! He had completely forgotten, and now he was entirely sure that he was in very deep trouble. Damning himself again, he prayed that whatever he ended up making wouldn't kill him. With a tap of a wand the water in his cauldron began to boil, and he added the ingredients as professionally as he could fake it. Everyone was silent, save for the snickering blonde in the back, and Ron felt a drop of sweat run down the side of his face. Damn these bloody potions, damn bloody Snape, and damn the bloody homework that had kept him up all night!
He took a glance up at Snape and instantly regretted it, as the look on Snape's face was only pure amusement, and was possibly the worst sign that Ron was doing things completely wrong. He slowly stirred the ingredients into the cauldron, and was awarded by the mixture turning a dark purple and fizzing a little, a sure sign that whatever he had made was done. He let out a long breath, and only realised at that moment that he had been holding for the last few minutes.
"Well." Snape said, a smirk upon his lips, "Weasley has done very well. but not for this class, I'm afraid." Ron gulped. "Please, Mr. Weasley, do us the benefit of seeing the effects of your potion."
Ron looked at the cauldron; the once relieving dark shade of purple now seemed (to his eyes) a dangerous black. He paused, wondering if Snape would actually let him drink something that would kill him, and slowly picked up his vial. He dipped it into the potion, relieved at least to find that it did not eat or destroy it, and slowly brought the purple liquid to his mouth. He glanced once at Harry, and then at Snape, closed his eyes, and drank the potion like he was taking a shot of vodka.
His eyes widened as the intense sweetness poured down his throat, and almost gagged. It was sweet to the point of bitterness, and even after he had swallowed it, Ron could still taste it in his mouth. He looked at Snape who seemed to be grinning (if that was possible) and felt that something was very, very, wrong.
"Well, I think this worked well. Would you like to know what potion you just drank, Mr. Weasley?" Snape said, as Ron stared at him openly. He had never noticed.
"Yes." Ron croaked.
"Well, it tells you exactly what your . 'libido' is thinking." He smirked, "Anything you see that you like, for instance your potatoes for dinner tonight, will look exactly like who your prominent brain enjoys the most." Ron's eyes widened, "Which means, Mr. Weasley, anyone that you have even a small fancy for will look exactly like who you fancy the most. See a lot of Ms. Grangers, do you Mr. Weasley?"
Everyone laughed, but Ron felt the doom slowly level onto his shoulders. For, as Ron had stared at his professor, he had realized just how much the teacher had reminded him of Harry.
T.B.C.
Endnotes: yes, yes, yes, very predicable, I know. It's not a Harry/Ron pairing, don't worry, but it will get. interesting. Yes, precious.