6:00 a.m., Wednesday.
Harry felt hands shaking him violently as he slept and slapped at them with his own hands before looking up into Severus' angry face. "Whassit?"
The other boy frowned. "We've got Potions class. I've got to teach and I don't even have my lesson planned!"
"Uhm…didn't Professor Dumbledore say that we would have a substitute?"
There was a long silence, then, "Oh, yes. That's right…"
Severus looked forlornly at the papers he had clutched to his chest and Harry immediately felt bad.
"I'm sorry."
"You had better be, Potter. This is all your fault."
Harry muttered to himself and pulled the covers over his head, hoping to get back to sleep.
8:00 a.m., Wednesday,
The Dungeons,
Professor Grubbly-Plank droned on about the many uses of spagyric mixtures from the front of the class. On the board, she drew a diagram and had several labels and compounds listed. She also didn't seem to notice that half of the class was asleep while she was lecturing. Even Severus looked bored by her never ending lecture.
"I wish she'd just shut up." He muttered under his breath.
After another 20 minutes, Professor Grubbly-Plank finally settled on pairing them together for the lab work. They would be creating a less potent version of the Drought of Living Death. Of course, Harry got paired with Severus. In order to reach the table and stir the cauldron, both stood on stools. Severus had insisted on measuring and preparing the ingredients while Harry would put them in and stir. Quite a few of the girls around them were giggling and watching them.
"What do they find so amusing?" Severus seethed quietly.
"I dunno, maybe you should ask them."
"I refuse to ask them. You should, after all, they are your classmates." He shoved Harry lightly.
"Why should I? And they're YOUR classmates too now." Harry shoved back.
They began shoving each other until both toppled off of their stools. Everyone in the class started laughing as Professor Grubbly-Plank bustled over to them.
"Are you two alright? You should know better than to act like children!" She scurried back off as more laughter greeted her words. She'd forgotten that Harry and Severus WERE children at the moment.
Finally, the class was dismissed and Harry and Severus packed up their (Harry's, but he had to share for the time being) things. Severus was muttering something about incapable substitutes and boring speeches. For once Harry agreed.
10:00 a.m., Wednesday,
Hogwart's Grounds,
Harry had dragged Severus outside to visit the Quidditch Pitch while they ate a small lunch of corned beef sandwiches. They both sat in the stands and watched Fred and George Weasley flying overhead and batting the bludger back and forth between them. Harry sighed and drank some pumpkin juice.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Why did you sigh?" Severus asked irritably.
"Oh, well.." Harry looked down at his sandwich. "I won't be able to play on the team like this and our first match is this week. We'll have to forfeit to Hufflepuff." He looked utterly miserable.
"Well, maybe we could talk to Minerva or Albus about it." Severus finally replied grudgingly.
"Really? Do you think they'd let me play like this?" He looked hopeful.
"I guess…" Severus shrugged. They would just have to find out for themselves.
(TBC – once again, sorry for the short chapter. ^.^; I'm currently trying to do several projects at once and it hasn't helped that one of my computers' monitors blew up recently. I should have another chapter up later this week, though. I already have most of the story written down (here and there on sheets of paper I had with me at the times I thought this all up) and so it may take a while for me to type it all up (at this rate it may end up being longer than I had originally planned. I like to hear feedback, please let me know what you think!)
Harry felt hands shaking him violently as he slept and slapped at them with his own hands before looking up into Severus' angry face. "Whassit?"
The other boy frowned. "We've got Potions class. I've got to teach and I don't even have my lesson planned!"
"Uhm…didn't Professor Dumbledore say that we would have a substitute?"
There was a long silence, then, "Oh, yes. That's right…"
Severus looked forlornly at the papers he had clutched to his chest and Harry immediately felt bad.
"I'm sorry."
"You had better be, Potter. This is all your fault."
Harry muttered to himself and pulled the covers over his head, hoping to get back to sleep.
8:00 a.m., Wednesday,
The Dungeons,
Professor Grubbly-Plank droned on about the many uses of spagyric mixtures from the front of the class. On the board, she drew a diagram and had several labels and compounds listed. She also didn't seem to notice that half of the class was asleep while she was lecturing. Even Severus looked bored by her never ending lecture.
"I wish she'd just shut up." He muttered under his breath.
After another 20 minutes, Professor Grubbly-Plank finally settled on pairing them together for the lab work. They would be creating a less potent version of the Drought of Living Death. Of course, Harry got paired with Severus. In order to reach the table and stir the cauldron, both stood on stools. Severus had insisted on measuring and preparing the ingredients while Harry would put them in and stir. Quite a few of the girls around them were giggling and watching them.
"What do they find so amusing?" Severus seethed quietly.
"I dunno, maybe you should ask them."
"I refuse to ask them. You should, after all, they are your classmates." He shoved Harry lightly.
"Why should I? And they're YOUR classmates too now." Harry shoved back.
They began shoving each other until both toppled off of their stools. Everyone in the class started laughing as Professor Grubbly-Plank bustled over to them.
"Are you two alright? You should know better than to act like children!" She scurried back off as more laughter greeted her words. She'd forgotten that Harry and Severus WERE children at the moment.
Finally, the class was dismissed and Harry and Severus packed up their (Harry's, but he had to share for the time being) things. Severus was muttering something about incapable substitutes and boring speeches. For once Harry agreed.
10:00 a.m., Wednesday,
Hogwart's Grounds,
Harry had dragged Severus outside to visit the Quidditch Pitch while they ate a small lunch of corned beef sandwiches. They both sat in the stands and watched Fred and George Weasley flying overhead and batting the bludger back and forth between them. Harry sighed and drank some pumpkin juice.
"What?"
"Huh?"
"Why did you sigh?" Severus asked irritably.
"Oh, well.." Harry looked down at his sandwich. "I won't be able to play on the team like this and our first match is this week. We'll have to forfeit to Hufflepuff." He looked utterly miserable.
"Well, maybe we could talk to Minerva or Albus about it." Severus finally replied grudgingly.
"Really? Do you think they'd let me play like this?" He looked hopeful.
"I guess…" Severus shrugged. They would just have to find out for themselves.
(TBC – once again, sorry for the short chapter. ^.^; I'm currently trying to do several projects at once and it hasn't helped that one of my computers' monitors blew up recently. I should have another chapter up later this week, though. I already have most of the story written down (here and there on sheets of paper I had with me at the times I thought this all up) and so it may take a while for me to type it all up (at this rate it may end up being longer than I had originally planned. I like to hear feedback, please let me know what you think!)