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Inktober Prompt - Day 11) Disgusting
brewing feelings
The potions classroom was practically silent, students hunched over their work stations as they prepared their ingredients, no one daring to make a noise. Professor Snape prowled between the rows of children, watching as they diligently attempted to slice and crush each ingredient to his extremely high standards. Draco's hands moved swiftly as he diced away at the Adder's Tongue in front of him, Harry squirming next to him, gagging as he scooped Flobberworm Mucus into the brass scales sat between them.
"This is disgusting Draco!" He moaned quietly under his breath, dreading Snape's reaction if he heard him complaining about the tasks set. Ever since they had been paired together at the start of the year, they had grown close to one another. Finally reaching the point where out of frustration, Draco kissed the oblivious Harry and they had been quietly dating ever since.
"I know it is Harry, but you need to get a move on! Uncle Severus won't stand for you making a fuss," he mumbled softly, deftly stirring the potion inside the cauldron was simultaneously reading from the recipe before them. Harry had never been more thankful that Draco was so talented when it came to potions, because he definitely made up for Harry's ineptitude.
"More like he doesn't want me to distract you," Harry muttered watching as his boyfriend scraped the diced tongue into the cauldron. Almost immediately it transitioned from a bright buttercup yellow into a vivid fuchsia that Harry would have never expected. The art of brewing potions had never been his forte, something that Snape had no issue with picking up on.
"Potter! Stop watching as Malfoy does all the work, and for once in your life be useful!" The professor bellowed from the front of the classroom. Harry flinched, nodding his head rapidly as he hurried to try and make himself useful.
"See, I told you he had it out for me," Harry whispered sharply as Draco rolled his eyes, shoving the ladle into his hands while swapping places.
"Just stir the potion three times, in a clockwise direction this time while I finish prepping and you'll be fine," Draco reassured him, wiping some kind of gunk from his knife as he began to slice into a liver he produced from nowhere. Harry couldn't help but to gag, as much as he loved Hogwarts and all aspects of Magical schooling, there were some things that he struggled to adjust to, and the variety of disgusting and gruesome ingredients was definitely one of them.
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