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The Golden Trio made their way to the Great Hall. Luckily for Harry, Hermione had grudgingly agreed to let him copy her essay. Still, it was past midnight when he had finally finished.
Harry slumped himself down at the Gryffindor table still half asleep. He could barely make out Ron's speech of how Malfoy was a complete prat. Although the words, ferret, bastard and git came up a lot.
Hermione of course, had a completely different opinion on the topic.

"Maybe if you would ignore him none of this would have happened!" Hermione insisted.

"Oh and punching him in 3rd year was ignoring him?" Ron retorted.

"Well…" Hermione blushed.

Harry sighed and decided it was time for a change of subject
"Hey 'Mione, what class have we got first?" Harry said through a yawn.

"Hmm, let me see… Yep, we've got Potions."

Harry groaned. There was no getting away from the ferret was there…
"We'd better get there then; I know I don't want to have Snape in a bad mood right before he sees my essay."

The three of them got up from the table and made their way from the Great Hall, down to the dungeons, and into the classroom, sitting down at their usual places. Luck was on their side however, as Snape appeared seconds after, his robes dramatically trailing behind.

"Page one hundred and sixty nine." Snape began. "Today we will be brewing the Invigoration Draught. Can anyone tell me the purpose of this potion?"

Of course Hermione's hand went straight up. The Potions Master ignored her as usual.

"Ah Potter, would you so kindly stop daydreaming and answer the question?" Snape sneered.

Harry glanced up at him immediately.
"Erm..." Harry frowned "...Boosts the takers energy?"

Snape scowled. "Correct Potter, we currently have a shortage of the draught at the Hospital Wing so any mistakes will not be tolerated."

Neville gulped and glanced at Hermione pleadingly.

"And I will be sorting you into your pairs" Snape smirked.
"Longbottom and Nott, Weasley and Zabini…" Harry had gone back to daydreaming at this point, as Snape continued to pair everyone up until only Malfoy and himself were left.
"…and that leaves Malfoy and Potter." The Professor finished and walked back to his desk smirking.

Harry sat in his seat and scowled. Malfoy could come over to where he was sitting, he wasn't moving for that git.

"Oi Potter, get off your arse!" Malfoy called out.

"I'm not going anywhere Malfoy, maybe you should get off yours." Harry growled.

"5 points from Gryffindor for-" Malfoy began.
"Alright, alright, I'm coming!" Harry snarled, grabbed his books roughly and made his way over by Malfoy. Hermione sent him a sympathetic look.

"You set the cauldron up and I'll get the ingredients. Knowing you, you'd get the wrong ones." Malfoy drawled.
Harry scowled but said nothing, only another half an hour of this and then he was free of the git. Reluctantly Harry set out the utensils just as Malfoy was coming back.

"You better not go messing this up Potter." Malfoy sneered coldly at him and began measuring out the Wormwood.

Harry ground his teeth together to stop himself from arguing. Hermione's method of dealing with Malfoy really wasn't working but he had to try.
He began chopping up the Valerian roots with the small knife. Just as he was about to throw them in Malfoy grabbed his wrist firmly but not as rough as Harry expected.

"Malfoy, what the- Harry blinked at him.

*****

Draco raised an eyebrow at Potter. "Unless you want this Potion blowing up in our faces, I suggest you dispose of them."

Potter scowled. "Theres nothing wrong with the roots Malfoy, I cut them just how the book said."

Draco smirked and simply pointed at the instructions. Firmly cut the Valerian roots with the flat side of your knife. Potter truly was a complete idiot.
Draco smirked victoriously as Potter's mouth dropped open, a light blush on his face. In fact Potter looked quite cute-
No. Potter was not cute. Draco pushed the thoughts right to the back of his mind and let go of Harry's wrist. Definitely not missing the loss of warmth.

He glanced at the time, they only had 10minites of the class left and thanks to Potter they were quite far behind.
Draco continued to add the ingredients into the cauldron, motioning for Harry to stir the draught every now and then. Grudgingly the two of them co-operated; nobody liked Snape in a bad mood. Finally the draught was complete; Draco grasped a vial and scooped up some of the potion, heading up to Snape's desk to place it.

"Class dismissed." Snape drawled, just as Draco had sat down. "Any of you who have incompletely or failed to brew this will receive zero marks."

Potter sent a nervous glance at Neville who was shaking in his seat before sliding off it and hoisting his bag onto his shoulder.

*****

Harry glanced at Malfoy and nodded slightly; he had to admit, if it wasn't for Malfoy he'd be in the Hospital Wing right now and proceeded to make his way out of the dungeons to catch up with Ron.

"Hey Harry when's then next Quidditch trials?" Ron yawned.

"Sometime tomorrow, you gonna try out for Keeper?" replied Harry, slightly worried about Ron's nerves on a broom.

"Yep, tough competition though…" Ron frowned.

Harry placed a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry mate, I'm sure you'll do fine."

Ron grinned at him.
"Bloody hell, I forgot!" Ron swore. "We're meant to be going to Hogsmeade to see Hermione!"


Sorry if it's a bit short D:
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