Authors Notes: Here's part two! Now... I'll try to make this interesting, sexy, humorus and all that good stuff...just gimme time! ; . ; Deal? Goodie. ^_^
This chapter is dedicated to my two best guy friends (Who just got back together! Let's hear it for them! Wahoo! Knew you two'd finally hook up again!) And I give you both my best wishes, despite sacrifices and sufferings, you two always seem to manage to prosper and love each other more. Hugs and kisses to you both!
Brady
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"Herbalogy with a new teacher.." Draco said drolly, sighing. "With the Hufflepuff seventh years."
"...so we'll basically be the only sixth years."
"Took you that long to do the math? Congratuations, Potter."
"Oh...shut up, Malfoy." Harry snapped, but not truly angry, nor really that irritated. "We should go now before we're late."
Draco nodded sadly and followed the raven haired boy to the new Herbology greenhouse where seventh years worked. He and Draco were given new robes for their 'Tower', which were a glistening white. Which was a stark contrast to the drab black all the other students wore.
Draco, needless to say, loved them. He looked incredably innocent and vunrable in those robes, but as soon as he opened his mouth you could tell he was the same Malfoy we all know and love.
Harry, on the other hand, hated the robes. The white made his scarr and messy black hair all the more noticable, more likly to attract attention though most students were over the 'Harry Potter Craze' though he still received more invites to the dances then any other boy in the school.
The new Herbology teacher, a Mr. Flor A. Bouq, was a cheerful young man, right out of training. He had a faint lisp and round cheeks which flushed whenever a student looked at him directly. He was shy to a fault, preferring to write down the assignment on the board, direct with his head down, and watch carefully, careful not to answer any question to one specific person but the the whole class.
"Today," He began, "We will begin to explore the magical properties of dreamweed^."
As most of the boys and girls gasped and whispered in hushed tones, Harry and Draco exchanged looks and both mouthed 'dreamweed?' in complete unison. They hadn't even heard of the plant before, much less read about it, and now they were going to have to study it.
"Now, get into pairs and I'll hand out the plants." Mr. Bouq said firmly, and the seventh years all scuttled together, leaving Harry and Draco by theselves. Emerald and ice blue met and clashed as they realized what this meant.
Mr. Bouq, looking much too perky, passed out a plant that looked like a pine branch with no wood on each pairs table. "Now, class, I want you to make the most used tea used with this and drink it tonight in your dorms. *With* your partners there."
A girl with sleek black hair and green eyes raised her hand and called out, "But Mr. B, won't that make use want to sleep with our partner?!"
"Only if your preferance is towards the partner," Mr. B said, nodding. "If you're homosexual and your partner is of the same gender, then yes. If you are heterosexual and your partner is of the same gender, then no."
"..so I'm not getting laid tonight." A large boy said drolly from the back, glancing dryly at his partner, a mousy looking girl with thick blonde hair. The entire class started laughing and Mr. B grinned.
"Thank you, Mr. Turner, for that wonderful insight into your sexual life," He chuckled and turned to Draco and Harry. "Now, do either of you know how to make Dreamweed tea?"
"....no." They said, Harry in a somewhat frigtened tone, Draco's was bored.
"No, eh? You two know Hermione Granger?"
"She's the gits best friend." Draco said quickly before Harry could say a syllable, and the blonde boy jerked his head at the ebon haired boy. "The book worm, right?"
Mr. B's eyes narrowed, "Hermione is a very excellent student and a good friend to my son, young man. I would be careful of how you speak od her in my presence. Now, Mr. Potter..." He turned his eyes to Harry and smiled kindly at the Boy Who Lived. "Hermione is a friend of yours? Then maybe you should ask her for help on this assignment."
Harry nodded and the teacher dismissed them. The next period was a free period, so he and Draco both agreed to practice Quidditch on the field, make sure neither got out of practice. They would've been given hell by their Captians if they came back with no practice time in.
Draco was startling good, even though he was a bit bigger then an average Seeker, but still agile and able to catch the Snitch in the same amount of time or a split second after Harry caught his.
Before the free period ended, Draco and Harry had an actual conversation which stunned them both.
"...living together doesn't suck as bad as I thought it would be." Harry said after a pause, glancing at the blonde.
Draco glanced back and shrugged. "I guess I can live with it for the time being. Until you start sucking face with Hermione, then I'll have to kill myself from disgust."
Harry sneered at him and pulled the bag of dreamweed out of his robes. "What IS the simplest thing for this? Maybe we should ask Neville.."
"Why? He's just a toad-losingdork."
"He knows plants, Draco." Harry said coldly, looking over at the empty playing field. "He's good at them."
"...oh. Sorry." And the apology was not said snidly or sarcastically, but in a soft tone that might actually mean he was truly sorry.
Harry shrugged. It might have been a small step foreward, but, damnit, it was a step.
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Review and I'll write more. ^^
This chapter is dedicated to my two best guy friends (Who just got back together! Let's hear it for them! Wahoo! Knew you two'd finally hook up again!) And I give you both my best wishes, despite sacrifices and sufferings, you two always seem to manage to prosper and love each other more. Hugs and kisses to you both!
Brady
~*~*~
"Herbalogy with a new teacher.." Draco said drolly, sighing. "With the Hufflepuff seventh years."
"...so we'll basically be the only sixth years."
"Took you that long to do the math? Congratuations, Potter."
"Oh...shut up, Malfoy." Harry snapped, but not truly angry, nor really that irritated. "We should go now before we're late."
Draco nodded sadly and followed the raven haired boy to the new Herbology greenhouse where seventh years worked. He and Draco were given new robes for their 'Tower', which were a glistening white. Which was a stark contrast to the drab black all the other students wore.
Draco, needless to say, loved them. He looked incredably innocent and vunrable in those robes, but as soon as he opened his mouth you could tell he was the same Malfoy we all know and love.
Harry, on the other hand, hated the robes. The white made his scarr and messy black hair all the more noticable, more likly to attract attention though most students were over the 'Harry Potter Craze' though he still received more invites to the dances then any other boy in the school.
The new Herbology teacher, a Mr. Flor A. Bouq, was a cheerful young man, right out of training. He had a faint lisp and round cheeks which flushed whenever a student looked at him directly. He was shy to a fault, preferring to write down the assignment on the board, direct with his head down, and watch carefully, careful not to answer any question to one specific person but the the whole class.
"Today," He began, "We will begin to explore the magical properties of dreamweed^."
As most of the boys and girls gasped and whispered in hushed tones, Harry and Draco exchanged looks and both mouthed 'dreamweed?' in complete unison. They hadn't even heard of the plant before, much less read about it, and now they were going to have to study it.
"Now, get into pairs and I'll hand out the plants." Mr. Bouq said firmly, and the seventh years all scuttled together, leaving Harry and Draco by theselves. Emerald and ice blue met and clashed as they realized what this meant.
Mr. Bouq, looking much too perky, passed out a plant that looked like a pine branch with no wood on each pairs table. "Now, class, I want you to make the most used tea used with this and drink it tonight in your dorms. *With* your partners there."
A girl with sleek black hair and green eyes raised her hand and called out, "But Mr. B, won't that make use want to sleep with our partner?!"
"Only if your preferance is towards the partner," Mr. B said, nodding. "If you're homosexual and your partner is of the same gender, then yes. If you are heterosexual and your partner is of the same gender, then no."
"..so I'm not getting laid tonight." A large boy said drolly from the back, glancing dryly at his partner, a mousy looking girl with thick blonde hair. The entire class started laughing and Mr. B grinned.
"Thank you, Mr. Turner, for that wonderful insight into your sexual life," He chuckled and turned to Draco and Harry. "Now, do either of you know how to make Dreamweed tea?"
"....no." They said, Harry in a somewhat frigtened tone, Draco's was bored.
"No, eh? You two know Hermione Granger?"
"She's the gits best friend." Draco said quickly before Harry could say a syllable, and the blonde boy jerked his head at the ebon haired boy. "The book worm, right?"
Mr. B's eyes narrowed, "Hermione is a very excellent student and a good friend to my son, young man. I would be careful of how you speak od her in my presence. Now, Mr. Potter..." He turned his eyes to Harry and smiled kindly at the Boy Who Lived. "Hermione is a friend of yours? Then maybe you should ask her for help on this assignment."
Harry nodded and the teacher dismissed them. The next period was a free period, so he and Draco both agreed to practice Quidditch on the field, make sure neither got out of practice. They would've been given hell by their Captians if they came back with no practice time in.
Draco was startling good, even though he was a bit bigger then an average Seeker, but still agile and able to catch the Snitch in the same amount of time or a split second after Harry caught his.
Before the free period ended, Draco and Harry had an actual conversation which stunned them both.
"...living together doesn't suck as bad as I thought it would be." Harry said after a pause, glancing at the blonde.
Draco glanced back and shrugged. "I guess I can live with it for the time being. Until you start sucking face with Hermione, then I'll have to kill myself from disgust."
Harry sneered at him and pulled the bag of dreamweed out of his robes. "What IS the simplest thing for this? Maybe we should ask Neville.."
"Why? He's just a toad-losingdork."
"He knows plants, Draco." Harry said coldly, looking over at the empty playing field. "He's good at them."
"...oh. Sorry." And the apology was not said snidly or sarcastically, but in a soft tone that might actually mean he was truly sorry.
Harry shrugged. It might have been a small step foreward, but, damnit, it was a step.
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Review and I'll write more. ^^