Hello my lovelies! This is part of the thingy thing! If you've forgotten, I am chaser #1 for the Wasps! This round I got to write about someone doing their homework for the subject, and the Wasp's subject was Astronomy.

Prompts
1.(word) Hangover
2.(dialogue) "This was the most fun I've ever had"
15.(dialogue) "It happened again, what do I do?"

Disclaimer: I own nothing (except for a nice pair of socks)

Hangover Potions and Butt Jokes

Draco was currently suffering through one of the most horrendous, harrowing hangovers anyone, Muggles and wizards alike, had ever experienced.

No, he wasn't exaggerating.

No, he couldn't take a hangover potion. He was allergic to beets, one of the main ingredients in said potion.

Draco wouldn't even have bothered getting out of bed today, but he had a paper on Uranus due tonight for Astronomy.

It wasn't hard to find a few books in the Astronomy section of the Library to get started on his research. Draco decided that the thin, purple book was the best one to look at first. He wasn't sure of the title, as it was hidden under a layer of dust, but he was positive the book was about Uranus.

As soon as he tried to walk away with it, the book flew out of his hands and back to its place on the bookshelf.

"What the heck?" he muttered. Draco was positive that books didn't have the ability to look smug, but somehow, this one managed to do so.

"Alright, let's try this again." He grabbed the book off the shelf and held it tight to his chest, but again, the book flew out of his hands and back to its spot.

"It happened again, what do I do?"

"Having trouble with something, Malfoy?" came a voice from behind him. Draco whirled around to see the bloody Boy-Who-Lived watching him, eyebrow quirked, and a slight smile gracing his face.

The Slytherin sighed. He wasn't up for dealing with Potter's shit. "Somehow, Potter, I don't think it's any of your business," he snapped.

Potter looked taken aback. "Hey, I just wanted to help. Some of the books are a little tricky to handle, and Hermione's developed tricks for nearly all of them."

You want to help? Why? Draco thought, though he didn't say anything. He just scowled and crossed his arms.

"Oh, don't be so stubborn. Now, which book do you want?"

The grey-eyed boy rolled his eyes, but gave in. "The thin, purple one. About Uranus."

"Uranus, eh?"

"Potter, I swear to Merlin, if you make any butt jokes-"

"Okay, okay, I won't. But, Malfoy, it is Astronomy. ASStronomy."

Draco huffed. "I hate you," he muttered.

Potter ignored him. "Did you know that Uranus is tilted to one side because it got hit hard from behind?"

"Potter!"

"Fine, fine. The book. It's this one, yeah?" Potter pointed at the purple textbook. Draco nodded.

The other wizard pulled the book down from the shelf. "I don't see what trouble you were having with it," he said as he began to walk down the aisle. Draco turned to follow him, massaging his temple. Potter's cheery mood was not helping his hangover.

However, after not taking more than two steps, the book flew out of Potter's hands and nearly smacked Draco in the head as it flew back to its spot on the bookshelf.

"Oh, come on," Draco groaned.

"Huh," Potter grunted. "Well, I don't know what to do."

Draco huffed. "Brilliant," he moaned. "Just fucking brilliant."

"Hey, it's not that bad."

"Yes, it is. I'm suffering through the worst hangover in existence and I have to write a stupid paper on Uranus by tonight! I hate Uranus!"

"You're not even properly acquainted with my anus!"

"Again with the butt jokes?"

"Sorry," Potter blushed. "I do have a hangover potion, though."

"You just carry around hangover potions? Aren't you a bit young to be an alcoholic?"

The shorter boy shrugged. "Ever since the war ended, people have either been celebrating or drowning their sorrows in alcohol. Either way, they show up to breakfast in desperate need of a hangover potion, so I always carry around a couple in my bag. I'm sure I have one, if you want it."

"Can't," Draco said, "I'm allergic to beets."

The Boy-Who-Lived blinked. "And I hate the taste of butterscotch, which is why I buy an off-brand version. It works just the same, has no beets, and tastes like cinnamon! Here." Draco took the vial from the Gryffindor, eyeing it suspiciously.

"Go on, it won't hurt you," Potter encouraged.

"Against my better judgement, I'm going to trust you," Draco announced before uncorking the vial and drinking the potion in one gulp. The cinnamon taste was nice, and the potion instantly relieved him of his hangover.

"Thanks, Potter. Now, what am I going to do about that book?"

"Why can't you just use another book?"

Draco looked at Potter like he was crazy. "Because honor," he said.

Potter sighed. "Alright… Hey, have you tried asking?"

"Asking the librarian?"

"No, the book."

"Of all the crazy things you've said, I think this might be one of the craziest."

"No, I'm serious. Trust me."

"Why should I?"

"You trusted me with the hangover potion."

Draco didn't respond for a minute. "Why can't you ask the book?" he finally asked.

"Because," Potter said, "I'm not the one who wants to use it."

Draco huffed and crossed his arms. "Fine. I'll ask the bloody book." He turned his attention to the book and, feeling rather ridiculous, he asked, "May I use you for my project?"

The book didn't do anything, so, not know if that was a good sign or a bad one, Draco removed the book from the shelf then tried to walk away. Like every other time, the book flew back to its spot on the shelf.

"Fucking damn it!" Draco swore. Potter frowned.

"Funny," he said, "that usually works."

"Well, it didn't this time, Potter," Draco sneered.

"No need to be so testy, Malfoy."

The blonde pouted.

"What's the book about, anyway?" Potter asked.

"Uranus," Draco responded.

Thankfully, the other wizard didn't make any butt jokes, though he did ask, "What type of information about Uranus?"

Draco blinked. "I- I'll admit that I don't know."

"Why don't you check before you work yourself into a fit trying to get the book off the shelf?"

"Huh," Draco grunted. "You would think I'd have thought of that."

He cautiously took the book off the shelf and opened it on the first page. The title read, 101 Jokes About Uranus.

Draco let out a long string of curses before he burst out laughing.

"Malfoy?" Potter asked cautiously. "Are you okay?"

"Peachy keen," Draco responded, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he laughed himself into a mess. "I have to say, this was the most fun I've ever had. In the library, that is. Coincidentally, it was also the biggest waste of time, but I guess that's life." He let out a long sigh, his laughter coming to an end, as sank to the floor, his knees curled up to his chest.

After several minutes of silence, he let out a quiet, "I'm fucked," and banged his head back against the shelf.

Potter knelt beside him. "Hey," he said, "there are other books."

Draco looked at the Gryffindor, bewildered. Potter shifted, uncomfortable under the Slytherin's intense stare.

Suddenly, Draco sprang forward, tackling Potter with a hug.

"Umph!" Potter grunted, as he fell back to the floor.

"You really are the Saviour!" Draco squealed. He stood up and brushed the imaginary dust off his clothes. After helping the other up, he selected a couple of other books on Uranus and set off to start his essay.

The only problem was that the Boy-Who-Lived decided to follow him.

Sure, Potter had been helpful, but Draco had just thought that it was his hero complex. This was turning into sixth year, but this time, Potter was being more obvious about his stalking.

Draco hoped that when he sat down and began to work on his essay, Potter would go away.

That didn't happen.

After an introductory paragraph and half of the first main body paragraph, Potter still hadn't left. Instead, he was sitting across from Draco, working on what looked like a Charms assignment.

"Potter," Draco said softly. The Boy-Who-Lived looked up, blinking.

"Yes?"

"Why are you still here?"

Potter blushed. "I'm working on my homework, like you are."

"Yes, I see that, but… there are other tables."

Somehow, Potter's face turned even more red. "Oh. I- I can move." He stood up to move.

"No!" Draco exclaimed. "No, you can stay, I was just wondering why you wanted to sit with me. I mean, we've never really gotten along."

"I- I know," Potter stammered, "but the war is over, and everybody's trying to move on. I thought that it might be easier if you and I were to make amends and become friends."

"While that does sound lovely, I don't know if either of us would be able to let go of our history."

"We'll never know until we try."

Draco thought about this. "Fine," he said, "we'll give it a go. Now, if you don't mind, I really need to get my Astronomy homework done."

Potter smiled, and Draco went back to his essay. The day had not gone how he planned, but perhaps it was for the better.

Thanks to my lovely team mates for helping to edit this monster.

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~Al (littlebluespacemoth)