Creds to the ingenious JK Rowling !
"Mr. Malfoy," Snape began, raising his voice slightly to be heard over Draco, who was raucously telling Goyle an allegedly true tale about how he had single-handedly defeated a swarm of Cornish Pixies, "Tell me where would you look if I told you to find a bezoar?"
Looking up at his professor haughtily, Draco replied with a sneer, "I don't know professor," pronouncing the word mockingly, "nor do I care."
Harry waited with bated breath for a rebuke that did not come. He remained absolutely silent, trying not to attract unwanted attention from the professor who loathed him above all others. Unfortunately, luck was not with him. Snape rounded on him, robes billowing around him, making him look like an overgrown bat more than ever. "Well, Potter? Where would I look?"
"I don't know sir," Harry replied through gritted teeth, trying to sound apologetic.
"Maybe if you hadn't been talking to your little fan club and had been paying attention, you might have," Snape replied silkily, his tone at odds with his cruel, untrue words. "5 points from Gryffindor." Ron groaned and shot Harry a sympathetic glance. "You think you're so clever don't you?" Snape added spitefully. "Well, clearly it's not brains that make you so big-headed!" He added with relish.
To the class at large, he added, "All of you turn to page 394 to find the answer to the simple question which our boy wonder could not answer."
Not even bothering to open his book, Draco stuck his tongue out at Harry, who attempted to tune him out as he rifled feverishly through his book as he attempted to follow Snape's instructions.
"Potter! Stop trying to hold up the class with your antics! Or can you not even count that high? Turn to page 394! And that will be another 5 points from Gryffindor!" Snape called out as he flicked his wand to open Draco's book to the correct page.
Eventually, Snape seemed to grow tired of picking on Harry and began to actually teach the class, instructing them to begin brewing a Shrinking Potion. He warned them sharply to be extremely precise in all measurements, as it was an extremely volatile potion. Draco, however, had grown bored of the class, as well as of taking instructions from Snape. The oaf wasn't that smart anyway, if he had to take up a position at Hogwarts to avoid the Dark Lord. He carelessly tossed a handful of beetle eyes into his cauldron. What difference would it make if it was 15 eyes or 16? Unfortunately, it made all the difference in the world, as the cauldron shot a stream of its contents into his face, causing him to cry out in surprise and pain.
Snape sighed in an exasperated manner to himself. He had no choice now, he had to punish the boy. Lucius would not be pleased...he'd be getting an owl by the next morning.
"Mr. Malfoy, it seems that your huge ego clouds not only your judgments, but also your ability to follow the most basic instructions. Get yourself to the hospital wing, and report back here after dinner for detention. I will also have to take 10 points from Slytherin," he added grudgingly.
Harry couldn't keep the grin off his face as he watched Malfoy's eyes cross as he looked at his shrinking nose, and as he heard Snape giving Malfoy detention and docking points from Slytherin. Finally, justice!
"As for you, Potter," Snape began with a triumphant sneer, "20 points from Gryffindor and a week's worth of detention for laughing at an injured classmate."
Crap.
