I walk into potions, the last lesson of the day on Monday. Professor Snape does not look happy. Uh oh.

"Students, turn to page 367 in your books," he drawls, in his usual, bored sounding voice. I look at Harry, who is close to falling asleep on his desk. Guess he must've been up late last night worrying about the tournament.

"You have an hour to make the potion displayed on your textbooks starting now. I will be tasting and whoever concucts the worst Drought will have detention with me tonight at 6. Do I make myself clear?" With this last sentence he leans over Harry who has now fallen asleep on his desk. Seeing he is not awake and does not look even on the verge of waking, Professor Snape pulls us his sleeves and shoves Harry's head, disrupting Harry from his dreams. Looking confused as to where he is, Harry's eyes whirl around the room to try comprehend his position. He sees me and his face clears, and then a look of realisation passes over it and he turns to look back at Professor Snape who is glaring down at him.

"Do not dissapoint me, Potter," he says, and walks off without another glance. Harry looks confused and I see Ron whispering instructions to him. A rushed look comes over his face and he sets to work, and I realise that whilst I was watching him and Ron I lost five minutes of my precious preparation time.

I set to work, hurriedly chopping ingredients and stirring the mixture. The hour passes quickly, and in what feels like no time at all Snape is announcing that we have five minutes to complete our concoctions. I am nearly done, and glancing over I see that Luna, my partner, is almost finished too. Harry and Ron however are not. Uh oh. I am worried for them. Oh well, maybe Snape will go easy on them because of Harry's current dilemma? I doubt it though, he does not strike me as the sort of professor who would do that, especially not this mood.

"And your time is up." Snape's bored voice reaches me from the other side of the classroom, where he is standing over Harry and Ron's cauldron. The corners of his mouth turn up in a sort of half smile, half sneer.

"I think we've found our losing team. Potter, Weasley, detention. Meet me in my office at 6 o'clock."

A/N: Hey guys! I cannot believe I have so many views! Even though I know it really is not many I am so happy. If anyone has actually managed to read through what I have written thank you, and I promise I will try to make the chapters longer and the story more interesting.

Maybe Harry will get drunk again?

Do not worry, I do have a place I am trying to reach with this story, but in feedback I have been given over the few years I have been writing, I have been told that my stories are a bit too much to the point. Basically, I need more fluff, which is what I am trying to write with this story.

Bear with me guys, it is my first time writing all this random stuff in between major events! It is also my first time writing fanfiction and I actually have not read a lot of it either, but my friend is basically living a fanfiction story so I have some first hand experience.

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