Just 1 Little Change...
Disclaimer: If you really think I'm Jk Rowling then you are seriously crazy. Either that or my writing it spectacular! :-) Seriously though, their Jk's, I do not own anything except my own rather twisted plot. :-D
A/N: Ok, a couple announcements. First of all, thanks to my friend midnight dragon, I now have a real plot back in my head. My other one seems to have run away. Oh well, no matter this one is better. So, although this doesn't change the story any, I may be speeding up a little bit. In the chapters to come, more than one day will pass. This means that it may seemed a little hurried. I apologize for this, but I assure you if I didn't speed up the story a little, it would get very boring. My story will now go into second year also. But don't worry, 1st year will still have a huge part in the plot. I just wanted to let u guys know! :-)
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Harry Potter woke up early the next day. He couldn't help it, today was his first real day in his new school. In the wizarding world, at Hogwarts! He lay in bed, thoughts wandering from topic to topic, trying to ease his way back into sleep. No such luck, he was too excited! Harry sighed, finally deciding that he would never get back to sleep. He looked at the clock next to his bed. 6:04. Oh well, he had wasted half an hour already just laying there, he might as well get up and get ready. Quietly Harry pulled the deep red curtains away from his bed and looked around. Everyone else was still sleeping, as Harry expected. After all, breakfast didn't start until 7:00 and he suspected not many people went down that early.
Harry walked over to his trunk and quietly started putting his stuff away in his dresser. After all, he had lots of time to kill. Soon he was done unpacking and his dresser looked almost as organized as a girls!
Harry looked at the clock again, 6:36. He sighed and got into his school robes. Then he walked into the bathroom, figuring he might as well look nice for the first day. He picked up his comb and tried to wrestle his ruffled, messy hair down. He lost the fight, as usual. Next he put on his small glasses, feeling very glad he had gotten rid of his huge round ones he had before. Not sure what else he could do, Harry finally walked back into the boys room and sat down on his bed.
Soon Ron and the others woke up and started getting ready as well. Ron looked up at Harry, who was already dressed and sitting idly on his bed.
"Hey Harry. So you're an early riser?" Ron commented, pulling on his school robes. Harry smiled.
"Na, not usually. I just woke up early today and couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided I might as well get ready."
"Ah. Well, I'm ready to eat, want to come down with me?"
Harry nodded and followed Ron downstairs.
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As Harry expected, there weren't many people in the Great hall this early. The only other Gryffindor was Hermione, who was reading one of their text books and eating a sausage.
Harry and Ron sat next to her and started eating quietly. Soon other early risers started straggling in, then, at 8:30 people began to come in groups, the Great Hall filling up and echoing with screams and animated talk.
Just then Draco came sauntering in, looking cool and composed even in the morning. Harry smiled admiringly, he could act so regal sometimes! Draco sat down at the Slytherin table without the slightest glance at anyone else, including Harry and Ron. Harry watched Draco eat placidly. Suddenly Draco looked up and straight at Harry. Harry smiled at Draco. Draco kept staring at him, then looked away and continued eating. Harry frowned, it seemed as if Draco was purposely ignoring them. Maybe he changed his mind about them still being friends, he probably didn't want all the Slytherin's going against him.
Harry looked down at his French toast, disappointed. Although he liked Ron and Hermione a lot, they were total Gryffindor's. And Harry wasn't. He liked Gryffindors and knew in his heart he would get tired of always being haughty and alone, but he was different than the rest of them and he knew it. He had a Slytherin side also that was almost as strong as the Gryffindor, and he wasn't sure if he could stand being a total Gryffindor all the time. He was so absorbed in his thoughts he barely noticed that the room seemed to have quieted down. It was only when he heard footsteps behind him did he realize it.
Harry turned around and saw a pale-headed boy walking composedly over to the Gryffindor table. Harry smiled. He should have known better. There was no way Draco would let Slytherin's, or anyone, stop him from doing what he felt like. Draco looked totally cool and collected as he walked up to Harry, acting as if he didn't realize the whole school was watching him with baited breath.
Draco reached the Gryffindor table and looked at Harry with a small smile playing at his face.
"Hi Harry. Can I sit here? The Slytherin's are getting rather boring."
Many of the Gryffindor's glared at Draco, totally mistrusting him. But Harry just smiled.
"Sure Draco, be my guest. You want a sausage?"
There was an almost silent gasp throughout the room. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, friends? A Gryffindor and A Slytherin friends?! It had to be a joke! But no, Harry and Draco were talking happily together with even Ron chipping in sometimes. And everyone knew that the Weasley's and Malfoy's hated each other with a vengeance! What was going on? But Draco didn't leave the table, nor did Harry start screaming at him or anything like that. They were simply talking like old friends, a slight smile on both of their faces. Finally everyone stopped staring at Draco, well besides the Gryffindors, who couldn't believe Malfoy was sitting at their table! The rest of the meal finished rather quietly, everyone contemplating the Harry/Draco friendship. Finally near the end of the meal Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.
Everyone stopped speaking immediately, some expecting Dumbledore to say something to Harry and Draco. But he didn't. Instead he smiled at them and said loudly.
"Sorry for the interruption on your delicious meal, but I have an announcement I forgot to make yesterday at the opening feast. We have a new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. This is Professor Lupin. He shall be teaching here for at least one year. I know all you students will be kind to our new teacher. You may continue eating now."
Harry looked at the man sitting next to Dumbledore. He hadn't noticed him yesterday, he supposed it was because he didn't know any of the teachers yet. Professor Lupin looked different than the rest of the teachers. His robes were patched a little and didn't look quite as nice as the other teachers. He also seemed awful thin, it looked as though he hadn't had a proper meal in awhile. Although Harry couldn't see Lupin's face, he seemed to be around 50 as he had some gray streaks in his hair.
Harry shrugged and looked down at his schedule for the first time. Soon everyone was comparing schedules. Harry, Ron and Hermione, naturally had every class together. But they were happy to find that they would be in Potions and Transfiguration with Draco on Monday and Wednesdays. They also had History of Magic with the Slytherins on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Harry found it rather funny that the trio was very excited about having so many classes with the Slytherins while the rest of their house were muttering ominously about Dumbledore and how he always tried to stop the impossible. Draco finished breakfast and, after talking for awhile with the Gryffindors, he walked back to the Slytherin table, head held high. Although all of the Slytherins stared at Malfoy with anger, most of them weren't dumb enough to speak up. Anyone with any sense knew they should never pick a fight with a Malfoy, either verbally or physically. Blaise was stupid enough to try verbally. He lasted 2 sentences before Malfoy cut in. The fight ended there.
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The first couple days of Hogwarts was very hard on Harry, and all of the first years. He hardly ever got to classes on time, it was simply to hard to find his way around. In a normal school the first days can be hard, but in a magical school it was near impossible! The people in the pictures kept on leaving their frames to visit other people. The staircases moved around, some disappeared on Fridays, others had a trick stair on Wednesday. Many doors wouldn't open unless you asked politely and some weren't doors at all, but simply walls pretending to be doors. Harry was almost beside himself in frustration. And it didn't help that he was being goggled at by every occupant of the school. He got awfully tired of people whispering around him whenever he was in the corridors.
"There he is!"
"The guy with glasses and the messy hair."
"ooh, he's a real cutie!"
Harry was very tired of it. Then there were the classes. The first class he had was potions. The teacher, Snape, was rumored to be very mean to Gryffindors and love Slytherins, his house.
Harry was a little nervous about Potions, he had seen the teacher and was sure all the rumors were true about him. Well, except the one with Professor McGonagall. That seemed a little far-fetched. Still, he decided that he would skim the potions book a little the night before he had the class.
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Harry rushed towards Potions, not wanting to be late. Ron and Hermione were just behind him, arguing about some homework assignment Ron hadn't done yet. Harry smiled. They sure fought a lot, but they seemed to like it. He didn't mind though, it was fun listening to their heated conversations.
The trio rushed to Potions right before the bell rang. Harry smiled in relief and took a seat next to Draco, who smiled at him before returning to his scroll. Harry looked over at it.
"Hey, watchya writing Draco?" Harry asked, curious.
Draco smiled at Harry. "Nothing. Just my DADA homework. You had that class yet?"
Harry shook his head.
"Well its great! Lupin is a great teacher, really knows his stuff. Although he wears pretty crappy clothes, don't he? He looks like he is in his 50's if you just glance at him, but if you look at his face, he only looks like he is in his early 40's. Kind of weird, I wonder why he is aged so much?"
Harry shrugged, then motioned Draco quiet because Snape had just walked in. He had greasy black hair and a crooked nose. His eyes were black and glittered with malice and slyness. Harry shuddered a little. He was a little scared of Snape, he was obviously very cunning and Harry didn't fancy getting on his bad side. He was glad he had skimmed his potions book the night before! Snape walked around the room, smiling at the Slytherins and glaring at the Gryffindors. Harry felt strangely exposed. It was like Snape could read his mind. As Snape fixed his gaze on Neville the poor boy gave a little shudder, as if terrified. Harry did his best to keep a calm expressionless face as Snape's quick eyes rested on him. Thankfully all he did was sneer before they moved on. Suddenly Snape spoke, his eyes seeming to focus on everyone at once. His voice was low, smooth and quiet. Still, nobody missed a single word of Snape's opening speech. It was impossible not to listen to that evil whispering, it was too hypnotizing.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death-if you aren't as big a bunch of fools as I usually teach."
The last part of his speech was a little louder and Snape sounded rather angry. Harry felt somehow excited about this speech. Potion brewing sounded so dangerous and sinister, part of him was totally thrilled with the idea. He decided he would try to do as well as he could. Draco too looked thrilled and excited. Suddenly Snape's voice rang out through the silence like a knife.
"Potter. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry's mind raced feverishly, he knew he had read this in the book yesterday, if only he could remember it... Yes! He looked at Snape, who was obviously expecting him to be stumped. Harry answered him clearly, making sure to keep his voice expressionless so not to anger Snape.
"I believe it makes a powerful sleeping potion Professor." Harry said, looking straight into Snape's eyes. Snape looked straight back, as if holding a staring contest. Harry felt that he was testing him. Finally Snape's lips lifted into a very small smile at Harry.
"Correct Potter. Very good."
Harry was elated. He wasn't sure, but he felt as if he had somehow won Snape's respect. And although he couldn't explain it, it felt as if Snape was giving something up. Suddenly Snape turned his eyes to Malfoy. They were full of hatred. Harry supposed it was because he was friends with Gryffindors.
"Well Malfoy. Lets see if your as smart as your little /friend/ here, Potter."
A couple Slytherins snickered, but most didn't dare to.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane Draco?"
Draco looked rather smug as he answered calmly.
"There is no difference between the two Professor, they are the same plant."
"Ah." Snape said sneeringly, "Well at least you have the brain of a Slytherin, even if you don't have the sense of one. Or at least not when it comes to friends."
He glared at Ron and Hermione. Then turned back to the whole class and soon they were starting on a potion to cure boils.
Neville had soon melted his cauldron and splashed a green potion all over him. Angry red boils sprung up immediately. Snape was furious.
"Oh great job Neville. Managed to melt a cauldron on such a harmless potion?! Outragous! 5 points from Gryffindor! Seamus, take him to the hospital wing!" Neville whimpered and ran out of the potions room. Snape continued his rounds, criticizing most of the Gryffindors and staring at most of the Slytherins with sadness on his face. One person he seemed to like though was Blaise.
"Everyone look at Zabini's concoction! Perfect Blaise. 2 points to Slytherin!"
Blaise beamed at the professor and kept cutting his dried needles. When he stopped at Draco and Harry's cauldron though he made a horrible grimace.
"What is this? The dried snake fangs are supposed to be powdered, not diced! Cant you guys do anything right? Draco, you did those didn't you? Yes I can see now, Harry's are quiet good actually. Still, 1 point from Gryffindor!"
Harry looked at Snape stonily. Why did he hate Draco so much? Was it that big of a deal that he was friends with him? And why did he keep complimenting me? I thought Snape hated all Gryffindors. Its like he has decided to be extra kind to me on purpose! Strange, why would he want to do that?!
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A/N: So, you guys like it? Tell me in a review! Great idea huh? ::Hint, hint:: Anyway, I'm sorry this chapter came out so late. I started writing it 2 weeks ago but school got kind of hectic. And yes, Snape is trying to be nice to Harry. We will hear why sometime soon, I think. He hates Draco because he became friends with Gryffindors and he kind of decided to aim his anger at Harry on Draco. They kind of switched places in his head. Yes, I still have a plot and no, 1st year wont only be like 2 chapters or something like that, don't worry. Please R&R!!! Thank you.
Read and Review!
Disclaimer: If you really think I'm Jk Rowling then you are seriously crazy. Either that or my writing it spectacular! :-) Seriously though, their Jk's, I do not own anything except my own rather twisted plot. :-D
A/N: Ok, a couple announcements. First of all, thanks to my friend midnight dragon, I now have a real plot back in my head. My other one seems to have run away. Oh well, no matter this one is better. So, although this doesn't change the story any, I may be speeding up a little bit. In the chapters to come, more than one day will pass. This means that it may seemed a little hurried. I apologize for this, but I assure you if I didn't speed up the story a little, it would get very boring. My story will now go into second year also. But don't worry, 1st year will still have a huge part in the plot. I just wanted to let u guys know! :-)
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Harry Potter woke up early the next day. He couldn't help it, today was his first real day in his new school. In the wizarding world, at Hogwarts! He lay in bed, thoughts wandering from topic to topic, trying to ease his way back into sleep. No such luck, he was too excited! Harry sighed, finally deciding that he would never get back to sleep. He looked at the clock next to his bed. 6:04. Oh well, he had wasted half an hour already just laying there, he might as well get up and get ready. Quietly Harry pulled the deep red curtains away from his bed and looked around. Everyone else was still sleeping, as Harry expected. After all, breakfast didn't start until 7:00 and he suspected not many people went down that early.
Harry walked over to his trunk and quietly started putting his stuff away in his dresser. After all, he had lots of time to kill. Soon he was done unpacking and his dresser looked almost as organized as a girls!
Harry looked at the clock again, 6:36. He sighed and got into his school robes. Then he walked into the bathroom, figuring he might as well look nice for the first day. He picked up his comb and tried to wrestle his ruffled, messy hair down. He lost the fight, as usual. Next he put on his small glasses, feeling very glad he had gotten rid of his huge round ones he had before. Not sure what else he could do, Harry finally walked back into the boys room and sat down on his bed.
Soon Ron and the others woke up and started getting ready as well. Ron looked up at Harry, who was already dressed and sitting idly on his bed.
"Hey Harry. So you're an early riser?" Ron commented, pulling on his school robes. Harry smiled.
"Na, not usually. I just woke up early today and couldn't go back to sleep, so I decided I might as well get ready."
"Ah. Well, I'm ready to eat, want to come down with me?"
Harry nodded and followed Ron downstairs.
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As Harry expected, there weren't many people in the Great hall this early. The only other Gryffindor was Hermione, who was reading one of their text books and eating a sausage.
Harry and Ron sat next to her and started eating quietly. Soon other early risers started straggling in, then, at 8:30 people began to come in groups, the Great Hall filling up and echoing with screams and animated talk.
Just then Draco came sauntering in, looking cool and composed even in the morning. Harry smiled admiringly, he could act so regal sometimes! Draco sat down at the Slytherin table without the slightest glance at anyone else, including Harry and Ron. Harry watched Draco eat placidly. Suddenly Draco looked up and straight at Harry. Harry smiled at Draco. Draco kept staring at him, then looked away and continued eating. Harry frowned, it seemed as if Draco was purposely ignoring them. Maybe he changed his mind about them still being friends, he probably didn't want all the Slytherin's going against him.
Harry looked down at his French toast, disappointed. Although he liked Ron and Hermione a lot, they were total Gryffindor's. And Harry wasn't. He liked Gryffindors and knew in his heart he would get tired of always being haughty and alone, but he was different than the rest of them and he knew it. He had a Slytherin side also that was almost as strong as the Gryffindor, and he wasn't sure if he could stand being a total Gryffindor all the time. He was so absorbed in his thoughts he barely noticed that the room seemed to have quieted down. It was only when he heard footsteps behind him did he realize it.
Harry turned around and saw a pale-headed boy walking composedly over to the Gryffindor table. Harry smiled. He should have known better. There was no way Draco would let Slytherin's, or anyone, stop him from doing what he felt like. Draco looked totally cool and collected as he walked up to Harry, acting as if he didn't realize the whole school was watching him with baited breath.
Draco reached the Gryffindor table and looked at Harry with a small smile playing at his face.
"Hi Harry. Can I sit here? The Slytherin's are getting rather boring."
Many of the Gryffindor's glared at Draco, totally mistrusting him. But Harry just smiled.
"Sure Draco, be my guest. You want a sausage?"
There was an almost silent gasp throughout the room. Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, friends? A Gryffindor and A Slytherin friends?! It had to be a joke! But no, Harry and Draco were talking happily together with even Ron chipping in sometimes. And everyone knew that the Weasley's and Malfoy's hated each other with a vengeance! What was going on? But Draco didn't leave the table, nor did Harry start screaming at him or anything like that. They were simply talking like old friends, a slight smile on both of their faces. Finally everyone stopped staring at Draco, well besides the Gryffindors, who couldn't believe Malfoy was sitting at their table! The rest of the meal finished rather quietly, everyone contemplating the Harry/Draco friendship. Finally near the end of the meal Dumbledore stood up and cleared his throat.
Everyone stopped speaking immediately, some expecting Dumbledore to say something to Harry and Draco. But he didn't. Instead he smiled at them and said loudly.
"Sorry for the interruption on your delicious meal, but I have an announcement I forgot to make yesterday at the opening feast. We have a new Defense Against The Dark Arts teacher. This is Professor Lupin. He shall be teaching here for at least one year. I know all you students will be kind to our new teacher. You may continue eating now."
Harry looked at the man sitting next to Dumbledore. He hadn't noticed him yesterday, he supposed it was because he didn't know any of the teachers yet. Professor Lupin looked different than the rest of the teachers. His robes were patched a little and didn't look quite as nice as the other teachers. He also seemed awful thin, it looked as though he hadn't had a proper meal in awhile. Although Harry couldn't see Lupin's face, he seemed to be around 50 as he had some gray streaks in his hair.
Harry shrugged and looked down at his schedule for the first time. Soon everyone was comparing schedules. Harry, Ron and Hermione, naturally had every class together. But they were happy to find that they would be in Potions and Transfiguration with Draco on Monday and Wednesdays. They also had History of Magic with the Slytherins on Tuesdays and Thursdays. Harry found it rather funny that the trio was very excited about having so many classes with the Slytherins while the rest of their house were muttering ominously about Dumbledore and how he always tried to stop the impossible. Draco finished breakfast and, after talking for awhile with the Gryffindors, he walked back to the Slytherin table, head held high. Although all of the Slytherins stared at Malfoy with anger, most of them weren't dumb enough to speak up. Anyone with any sense knew they should never pick a fight with a Malfoy, either verbally or physically. Blaise was stupid enough to try verbally. He lasted 2 sentences before Malfoy cut in. The fight ended there.
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The first couple days of Hogwarts was very hard on Harry, and all of the first years. He hardly ever got to classes on time, it was simply to hard to find his way around. In a normal school the first days can be hard, but in a magical school it was near impossible! The people in the pictures kept on leaving their frames to visit other people. The staircases moved around, some disappeared on Fridays, others had a trick stair on Wednesday. Many doors wouldn't open unless you asked politely and some weren't doors at all, but simply walls pretending to be doors. Harry was almost beside himself in frustration. And it didn't help that he was being goggled at by every occupant of the school. He got awfully tired of people whispering around him whenever he was in the corridors.
"There he is!"
"The guy with glasses and the messy hair."
"ooh, he's a real cutie!"
Harry was very tired of it. Then there were the classes. The first class he had was potions. The teacher, Snape, was rumored to be very mean to Gryffindors and love Slytherins, his house.
Harry was a little nervous about Potions, he had seen the teacher and was sure all the rumors were true about him. Well, except the one with Professor McGonagall. That seemed a little far-fetched. Still, he decided that he would skim the potions book a little the night before he had the class.
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Harry rushed towards Potions, not wanting to be late. Ron and Hermione were just behind him, arguing about some homework assignment Ron hadn't done yet. Harry smiled. They sure fought a lot, but they seemed to like it. He didn't mind though, it was fun listening to their heated conversations.
The trio rushed to Potions right before the bell rang. Harry smiled in relief and took a seat next to Draco, who smiled at him before returning to his scroll. Harry looked over at it.
"Hey, watchya writing Draco?" Harry asked, curious.
Draco smiled at Harry. "Nothing. Just my DADA homework. You had that class yet?"
Harry shook his head.
"Well its great! Lupin is a great teacher, really knows his stuff. Although he wears pretty crappy clothes, don't he? He looks like he is in his 50's if you just glance at him, but if you look at his face, he only looks like he is in his early 40's. Kind of weird, I wonder why he is aged so much?"
Harry shrugged, then motioned Draco quiet because Snape had just walked in. He had greasy black hair and a crooked nose. His eyes were black and glittered with malice and slyness. Harry shuddered a little. He was a little scared of Snape, he was obviously very cunning and Harry didn't fancy getting on his bad side. He was glad he had skimmed his potions book the night before! Snape walked around the room, smiling at the Slytherins and glaring at the Gryffindors. Harry felt strangely exposed. It was like Snape could read his mind. As Snape fixed his gaze on Neville the poor boy gave a little shudder, as if terrified. Harry did his best to keep a calm expressionless face as Snape's quick eyes rested on him. Thankfully all he did was sneer before they moved on. Suddenly Snape spoke, his eyes seeming to focus on everyone at once. His voice was low, smooth and quiet. Still, nobody missed a single word of Snape's opening speech. It was impossible not to listen to that evil whispering, it was too hypnotizing.
"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death-if you aren't as big a bunch of fools as I usually teach."
The last part of his speech was a little louder and Snape sounded rather angry. Harry felt somehow excited about this speech. Potion brewing sounded so dangerous and sinister, part of him was totally thrilled with the idea. He decided he would try to do as well as he could. Draco too looked thrilled and excited. Suddenly Snape's voice rang out through the silence like a knife.
"Potter. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"
Harry's mind raced feverishly, he knew he had read this in the book yesterday, if only he could remember it... Yes! He looked at Snape, who was obviously expecting him to be stumped. Harry answered him clearly, making sure to keep his voice expressionless so not to anger Snape.
"I believe it makes a powerful sleeping potion Professor." Harry said, looking straight into Snape's eyes. Snape looked straight back, as if holding a staring contest. Harry felt that he was testing him. Finally Snape's lips lifted into a very small smile at Harry.
"Correct Potter. Very good."
Harry was elated. He wasn't sure, but he felt as if he had somehow won Snape's respect. And although he couldn't explain it, it felt as if Snape was giving something up. Suddenly Snape turned his eyes to Malfoy. They were full of hatred. Harry supposed it was because he was friends with Gryffindors.
"Well Malfoy. Lets see if your as smart as your little /friend/ here, Potter."
A couple Slytherins snickered, but most didn't dare to.
"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane Draco?"
Draco looked rather smug as he answered calmly.
"There is no difference between the two Professor, they are the same plant."
"Ah." Snape said sneeringly, "Well at least you have the brain of a Slytherin, even if you don't have the sense of one. Or at least not when it comes to friends."
He glared at Ron and Hermione. Then turned back to the whole class and soon they were starting on a potion to cure boils.
Neville had soon melted his cauldron and splashed a green potion all over him. Angry red boils sprung up immediately. Snape was furious.
"Oh great job Neville. Managed to melt a cauldron on such a harmless potion?! Outragous! 5 points from Gryffindor! Seamus, take him to the hospital wing!" Neville whimpered and ran out of the potions room. Snape continued his rounds, criticizing most of the Gryffindors and staring at most of the Slytherins with sadness on his face. One person he seemed to like though was Blaise.
"Everyone look at Zabini's concoction! Perfect Blaise. 2 points to Slytherin!"
Blaise beamed at the professor and kept cutting his dried needles. When he stopped at Draco and Harry's cauldron though he made a horrible grimace.
"What is this? The dried snake fangs are supposed to be powdered, not diced! Cant you guys do anything right? Draco, you did those didn't you? Yes I can see now, Harry's are quiet good actually. Still, 1 point from Gryffindor!"
Harry looked at Snape stonily. Why did he hate Draco so much? Was it that big of a deal that he was friends with him? And why did he keep complimenting me? I thought Snape hated all Gryffindors. Its like he has decided to be extra kind to me on purpose! Strange, why would he want to do that?!
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A/N: So, you guys like it? Tell me in a review! Great idea huh? ::Hint, hint:: Anyway, I'm sorry this chapter came out so late. I started writing it 2 weeks ago but school got kind of hectic. And yes, Snape is trying to be nice to Harry. We will hear why sometime soon, I think. He hates Draco because he became friends with Gryffindors and he kind of decided to aim his anger at Harry on Draco. They kind of switched places in his head. Yes, I still have a plot and no, 1st year wont only be like 2 chapters or something like that, don't worry. Please R&R!!! Thank you.
Read and Review!