As new students, the first course the Slytherins and the Gryffindors had was transfiguration. Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor had made a note that Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley were late as the class had begun. About fifteen minutes into the class, a few of the students had turned their heads as footsteps had gotten closer to the classroom. Granger and Weasley attempted to sneak in, not noticing that their Professor was standing beside the door.

"Mr. Weasley! Mrs. Granger! Five points from Gryffindor for sheer lateness. Each." She noted to herself.

"What?! Each?! That's not fair Professor. We…. Just got lost." Hermione protested.

"No acceptations. If all the Slytherins and the rest of the Gryffindors got here on time, then so should you two. If you have to walk with the rest of them to get here on time, then do it." Professor McGonagall walked back over to her desk, then picked up her quill, jotting something down. Granger and Weasley hurried to their seats, coping down the class notes.

They were sitting down in their next class; Potter, Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle all sat next to one another. Waiting on their next teacher, Professor Snape, they all were chattering about with one another about small, insignificant things as the black haired Potions Professor walked briskly into the darkened dungeon. The main source of light was candles throughout the room, besides that, there was very little light coming from a few small windows.

"I doubt that many of you would appreciate this class, but for those few…" he stopped for a moment to look at the four Slytherins in front of him; then glanced back at the whole class. "… I can teach you to bewitch the mind, ensnare the mind, and even put a stopper in death." With that he noticed that Weasley wasn't paying attention in HIS class. "Then again, some of you may think you are beyond this class, and decide to not pay attention." By his voice alone you could tell his was rather furious that someone wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. With the look Hermione saw from the Professor, she quickly elbowed Ron to get him to stop. Immediately Ron looked up at Snape.

"Mr. Weasley, our new class clown. Tell me, what would you get if you added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Granger' hand shot up, as did Draco' Weasley only shook his head.

"Simple Professor. You would get a very strong sleeping potion; so strong it is known as the draft of the living dead." Draco smirked towards the red head.

"Correct Mr. Malfoy. Let's try this again Mr. Weasley. What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Ron shook his head once more; not knowing once again. Hermione' hand was still raised, this time; Harry had his hand raised up. Snape nodded to the boy to answer.

"Professor Snape, there is no difference between monkshood and wolfsbane. They are the same, but there is another name for them. It's akanite." A shimmer of glee, small, too small to be noticed by any of the students appeared in Severus' eyes. After a few seconds he cleared his throat and looked at Weasley.

"Last chance Mr. Weasley. Where would you look if I asked you to find a bezoar?" Snape pressed the times of his fingers together for a moment.

"I… I don't know sir. Why not ask Hermione, seems she knows the answers." Granger' hand was still raised.

"Put your hand down, you insufferable know it all of a girl." Harry and Draco both had their hands raised. They decide to both answer the question.

"Bezoar, Mr. Weasley…" Draco started; they took turns speaking after one another.

"…Is a small stone…"

"…Normally found in the stomach of a goat…"
"…and it can save you from most poisons." In unison they looked at their Professor and finished their statement.

"Are we correct Professor Snape?" They glanced back towards the redhead, then back and forth at each other.

"Yes, on all your answers. Sixty points to Slytherin for answering second year questions. As for you Mr. Weasley, I presume you know by now, being a class clown isn't everything." He walked back to his desk, writing down the extra sixty points that Slytherin would get. Only to then look back at Weasley.

"Gryffindors, note that ten points will be taken away for your classmate's cheek." They all groaned as they copied a few notes from the blackboard.

After class they all went to the Great Hall for a bit of a study period, where they could do homework, study, eat, drink and get their daily mail. Harry and Draco both received similar letters. It was Draco who noticed the "M.M." on the back.

"My father, I wonder what he would want now?" He mumbled as they both placed the letters in their cloaks to be read later when alone in their bedroom. Glancing at the commotion at the Gryffindor table, they realized that Longbottom had received a remembrall. Grinning to one another, they both had an idea, probably; the same evil idea crossed both minds at that point.

Later on, they had their first flying lesson, with Madam Hooch. She instructed the students to step up to the left side of their brooms, then to extend their right hands over and with feeling, say "up". All of them did so. The only two students whose broomsticks immediately left the ground and went to their hands,, was Draco' and Harry'. Everyone else was struggling with the brooms.

"With feeling." Insisted Madam Hooch. Ron Weasley must have said "up" at least fifty times before the broom jumped up, and him squarely on the nose. Draco, Harry, Goyle and Crabbe all broke into laughter. By this point all the other students had finally gotten their brooms up.

"Now, mount your brooms and hold on. I want you to kick off from the ground, hover and touch back down." She instructed, all the students got on their brooms, but before anything else could happen, Longbottom had gotten himself into a bit more trouble that the Slytherins thought he was worth. The whole class watched as Longbottom rammed into the castle for what seemed to be an eternity. After a while, his broom took him around and back down through the class. Everyone, including Madam Hooch jumped out of the way. His broom soared over the wall, as he got hooked on a spear of a statue; only to fall moments later to a torch. Then finally his body slammed hard onto the ground. Whining about his wrist, Madam Hooch decided to take him to the hospital wing to be fixed up.

"If I see a single broom in the air while I take Mr. Longbottom to the hospital wing, that person will be out of Hogwarts before you can say Quidditch." She mentioned before she escorted Neville off. Draco bent over, seeing the remembrall, he picked it up.

"Maybe if he squeezed this, he would have remembered to land on his fat arse." The Slytherin laughed.

"Give it here, Malfoy." Harry asked, but more in a demand. Draco got on his broom and hurried off. Harry just followed the other into the air.

"I think I'll leave it on the roof. If he remembers, he'll find it there." He grinned that famous Malfoy grin, as he watched Harry. "Catch!" Draco tossed it quickly. Harry quickly took off on his broomstick after it. Professor Snape had been walking through the corridors at the moment Potter caught it. He hurried outside to see what was going on.

Meanwhile, Potter threw it back to Malfoy, who had caught it. Shrugging, they decided to play a game of catch with it. Until the doors swung open and a very unhappy looking Severus Snape had come storming out of the castle. Quickly, they had lowered themselves to the ground, Draco had dropped the remembrall during his descend.

"Mr. Potter, Come with me." Harry lowered his head, glancing back once to Draco, who hurried to his Head of House.

"Professor, it's my fault. Don't expel Harry for something I did." Snape only summoned Draco to follow. They walked down to the dungeons; both boys looked at one another, trying to figure out why they weren't at Dumbledore's office yet. Snape motioned for them to stop and wait.

"Professor Quirrell, I need to speak with Mr. Flint for a moment."

"Ye..yes of course." Professor Quirrell stuttered out. Marcus Flint got up and walked out, following Professor Snape to the two boys; glancing at the two, then back at Snape.

"Here is your new seeker." Snape pointed at Harry. "And your new keeper, understand?"

"But what about…" his voice got cut off.

"Don't disobey me Flint. They are much better than the two goons you have playing now. Trust me." Severus quickly walked off leaving the three males alone. The three of them just looked at one another in awe. Flint walked back into class and Draco and Harry walked off to the Slytherin Common Room. Looking around the Bloody Baron appeared going from one wall to another.

"Did you hear Harry Potter is the new Slytherin Seeker and Draco Malfoy is the new Slytherin Keeper?! They make a good team together." He zoomed on by. A smug smile on both faces, then they looked around. Shortly after, a few Slytherin Quidditch team members approached them.

"Flint told us. You must be the youngest players in a…"

"… Century. I heard Professor McGonagall tell Professor Snape earlier." Harry simply told the others. A few cheers erupted as they made it to the Common Room.

In the next few weeks, there was hard and long Quidditch practices. The first actual match was against the rival house, Gryffindor. It seemed like an eternity since either of the first years had gotten any sleep. They managed to stay on top of all their studies, mainly Potions though.

It was one class they enjoyed. It was taught by their favorite Professor and their Head of House, Professor Snape. They liked creating Potions that the Gryffindors would normally have to try in order to pass that days lesson and class.