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Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. JK Rowling owns it all. I just want to play in her world for a while...
Warnings: Its a slash story, so if you don't like it don't read it.
The door swung open and students began to file in.
Professor Slughorn stood in front of the class, portly and pretentious as always, dressed in robes of fine material in some appalling shade of Green His hair and whiskers were a little fuller, their shade a little more on the ginger side; otherwise he was the Slughorn Harry knew.
Horace Slughorn smiled at them "Ah! Mr Patt and Mr Monroe! Come in, come in!."
Draco wanted to gag. Why was the man so cheerful? Slytherins were not supposed to be like this and not for the first time he wondered if Dumbledore had become so senile as to forget which house Slughorn had been in.
"Well, then, Mr Patt and Mr Munroe, if you would kindly take a seat… Don't get too comfortable in those seats," Slughorn said . "I have devised a seating chart for the rest of the term."
They walked slowly to the back of the room. Harry sank down into his seat, his head spinning. He was very nervous.
''Okay, class,' Slughorn said, clapping his hands to bring his sixth year Potions class to attention. 'Today we'll be attempting to make a difficult potion, and you'll be working with partners that I'll be assigning.''
A crash sounds, followed by heavy footsteps and laughter. Suddenly the classroom doors fling open - Harry huddles into himself, dreading what is to come -There was a tall, lean, chestnut haired boy standing at doorway. He had a handsome face and incredibly cold blue eyes, beside him there was another boy. He too was tall, had a lean but muscular build. This boy had neat black hair and royal blue eyes that really enhanced the natural beauty of his fair face. He was GORGEOUS, and two of them made their entrance, clearly raced their way up from the dorm. Exhaling a breath of relief, face pleasantly pink, both slides into the empty seat with a triumphant grin. "Made it," the first one breathes.
Slughorn took a moment to look at the two boys coldly and then he looked them all over swiftly and began to call out names. ''Black and Monre, Patt and Rabastan, Henning and Lastrange, Higgs and Dursley...''
Harry felt as though he'd given himself whiplash, jerking his head around to look at Slughorn. He must have been hearing things.' What the hell! Dursley!'
Harry looked at a boy with soft threads of platinum blonde swept down close to the ears and framed the slightly chubby face, charcoal gray eyes were gently dusted in pewter. His flesh was soft and creamy white. He was a strong figure and was cloaked in Slytherin robes over a white shirt.
Before he do anything the door to the dungeon classroom swung open again and the Twin Prewett brother walked in through the door, distracting Harry.
"I see that you have decided to grace us with your presence. Mr. Prewett and Mr Prewett" Slughorn glared down at the two Gryffindor "Since the loss of house points does not appear to be enough incentive to good timekeeping, let us see whether detention will improve your punctuality."
He picked up a quill and made a note on a sheet of parchment lying on his desk. "Report to Mr Filch at ten tomorrow morning. If I recall correctly, he is looking for someone to scrub the shower floors."
Harry didn't see Slughorn give detention to anybody before wondered what the twin could have done to angered him that much. The twin just laughed at the teacher toothly and walked over to the back of the class to take their seat and promptly started whispering loudly.
Slughorh watched them coldly few second then snapped at them "Since you have already missed ten minutes of my lesson, you would do well to refrain from wasting further time with idle chit-chat. Ten points – each – from Gryffindor." The twins exchanged glances, and then grinned and blew Slughorn a kiss who was glaring daggers at them for interrupting his lesson.
Harry didn't notice the rest of his potions class gathering their books around him and started to move to their assigned seat. All he could do was staring at that boy who was a Dursley.
'Dursley ! '
"Hei Patt?"
' At Hogwart! '
"Harry..."
"Patt!"
'A wizard!' he could not stop thinking 'could he be uncle Vernon's relative?'
"Harry?"
He jumped a metre high. Who the feck sneaks up on a bloke when he's clearly sitting there, thinking serious thoughts?
He turned around to find Draco staring at him amusedly.
"Hei Patt! Do you plan to move any time soon?" Came a drawling voice. Harry turn around and came face to face with a very handsome face with one of the bloke who made their enterence frist ditrupting Slughorn class. Their eyes locked, and Harry wasn't able to look away again. He had enticingly soft face with glowing pale skin, high cheekbones, slender eyebrows and perfectly symmetrical features. Those aristocratic looks had a marking of pureblood heredity. He looked familier! Where had he seen him? Harry's heart started hammering like crazy - with a zolt he realised it was Regulus Black.
A elbow at his ribs made him to come back to reality.
Harry huffed and went to the next vacant seat – which effectively partnered him with one Rabastan Harry's utter horror Rabastan looked beautiful, girlishly so, he had long Silky black hair and lithe, slender body with a exceptionally cute face.
'What the fuck! Why do every guy looks so much handsome in this time?'
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