Title: Potions Class (Part 2/?)
Author: Me (duh) rogue1221@hotmail.com
Pairing: Just read it, and you'll see! Ron's in it, Snape's in it, Fred and
George, Harry, and all the gang! Huzzah! (Not to mention Draco...)
Warnings: None, except that this is slash, so if homosexuals offend you
(Which they SHOULDN'T, you HOMOPHOBE!) just plain don't read it.
Summary: Heh, I don't want to give it away! Let's just say that Snape's
having a little fun in his potions class.... hehehehe....
Notes: PS. Karen - I'm aware that it is possibly one of the most predicable
plots EVER, but (hehe) you can live with it.
~~*~~
"Uh, just how long is this supposed to last, Proffesor?" Ron asked as Snape dismissed his class. Snape, who was now in a very (very scary) good mood, smirked at the redhead.
"Oh. I'd say about a week? It depends. You put in a lot of Dragon's Bane in it, Mr. Weasley."
"A week?" Ron felt his stomach drop.
"About. Worried, Mr. Weasley? Maybe this will teach you not to sleep in my class again!"
Ron, his spirits pummelling, sighed, said a short 'Yes, sir' and walked out of the dungeon to meet up with Harry in the hall. Harry was grinning, and Ron could tell that this was going to be a very long week.
"So? Who is it?" Harry said as the two boys started down the hall.
"Who what?" Ron played dumb. He wasn't up to this today.
"Oh come off it Ron! We all heard Snape! Who do you see?"
"No one." It was a pathetic lie, and Ron knew it was pathetic, and felt even more pathetic for saying it anyway.
"Come on Ron, you can tell me at least."
Ron's cheeks flushed without his consent. You're the only one I couldn't tell, Ron said silently to himself.
Harry noticed his friends blush and grinned wider. "Come on, tell me!"
"No." Ron whined.
"Yeeeesss."
"But -"
"Just tell me!"
"I can't."
"You can."
"You'll tell."
"Ron!"
"Fine." Ron paused, and then mumbled, "Hermione."
Harry laughed, falling for the lie. "I knew it!"
"You're going to tell her!!" Ron said, blushing furiously but secretly glad that his friend believed it so easily.
"I won't." Harry said seriously, and then couldn't help himself and began to laugh again, earning a glare from the redhead. As the two walked down the halls, Ron tried to preoccupy himself by making small talk, but soon just felt silent. His spirits were dropping into oblivion, as he passed more and more Harry Potter look-a-likes. He groaned, and shut his eyes. This was all a dream, all a horrible, horrible dream, and it was going to end NOW!
But it didn't. Instead, he found himself seated beside Harry at the Gryffindor table for dinner, which didn't help because the corn that said on his plate had tiny little Harry heads all over it, and frankly made him want to gag. So it was that he was hugely relieved when Hermione walked into the hall. So relieved that, when he saw her, he leapt from his seat and cried out her name in pure desperation. She raised an eyebrow and took the seat across from him.
"Ron?" She said with a slightly questioning tone, "What's wrong?"
"Please, please, PLEASE tell me there is a cure! Please!" His eyes were wide and desperate, and he was very aware that she looked nothing like Harry at all, which was much to his relief.
"A cure to what?" She asked, with a slight glance at Harry, who grinned at her.
"Ron fell asleep in potions." Harry replied, still grinning, which earned him a kick from Ron under the table. Harry winced, but Hermione didn't seem to notice as she turned back to Ron.
"Again? You're hopeless! And then you always complain that you will never pass your final! Of COURSE you won't, you never STUDY."
"It's not THAT." Ron said desperately, "Snape saw and made me make the potion, only I didn't know how, so I made it wrong, but he made me drink it anyway, and anything that I REMOTELY like looks exactly like - -" But at that point he managed to stop himself from saying 'Harry' and merely gave a pathetic dog-whimper look, and mumbled, "Who I really like."
"Oh! You actually made it?" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yes..?" Ron said quietly, slowly getting confused.
"I did a project on it for my advanced Potions, that's all. It's not easy to make, I'm surprised you managed to do it."
"That's not the point! Tell me how to fix it! What's the cure?"
"Oh, there is none."
Ron let out a very long groan, and dropped his head into his arms upon the table.
"Why," Hermione continued with a small smirk upon her lips, "Who do you see?"
Ron lifted his head just enough to glare sufficiently at Hermione, while Harry snickered in the background.
"I'm going to BED." Ron said grouchily, grabbing his books and standing up from the table.
"Oh, come on Ron, we're only - -"
"BED." Ron said again, interrupting Harry mid-sentence. He left the table quickly, but did not make it to the Gryffindor common room. Realising that a quick trip to the bathroom was a much better idea, he turned down the hall to the nearest boy's bathroom and stepped in. When he stepped out, however, he nearly ran into Harry.
"Oh, sorry Harry. Didn't see you there."
Harry blinked at him, frowned, and then slowly smiled, all unbeknownst to Ron, who was busily picking up the books that he had dropped in surprise.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked as Ron stood up once again.
"Uh, nature called. Didn't quite make it to the common room." Ron answered sheepishly, vaguely aware that Harry's green eyes were extremely intense this close up. Had he ever noticed before?
A small smile played on Harry's lips for a second, before widening.
"Doesn't matter, I wanted to talk to you anyway."
"Oh?"
"You don't see Hermione, do you?" Harry asked quietly, and Ron was suddenly very aware that Harry was a little too intense to be normal, and suddenly realized his horrible mistake.
"Go away, Draco." Ron said, his voice cracking, but he already knew he was in too much trouble.
T.B.C.
~~*~~
"Uh, just how long is this supposed to last, Proffesor?" Ron asked as Snape dismissed his class. Snape, who was now in a very (very scary) good mood, smirked at the redhead.
"Oh. I'd say about a week? It depends. You put in a lot of Dragon's Bane in it, Mr. Weasley."
"A week?" Ron felt his stomach drop.
"About. Worried, Mr. Weasley? Maybe this will teach you not to sleep in my class again!"
Ron, his spirits pummelling, sighed, said a short 'Yes, sir' and walked out of the dungeon to meet up with Harry in the hall. Harry was grinning, and Ron could tell that this was going to be a very long week.
"So? Who is it?" Harry said as the two boys started down the hall.
"Who what?" Ron played dumb. He wasn't up to this today.
"Oh come off it Ron! We all heard Snape! Who do you see?"
"No one." It was a pathetic lie, and Ron knew it was pathetic, and felt even more pathetic for saying it anyway.
"Come on Ron, you can tell me at least."
Ron's cheeks flushed without his consent. You're the only one I couldn't tell, Ron said silently to himself.
Harry noticed his friends blush and grinned wider. "Come on, tell me!"
"No." Ron whined.
"Yeeeesss."
"But -"
"Just tell me!"
"I can't."
"You can."
"You'll tell."
"Ron!"
"Fine." Ron paused, and then mumbled, "Hermione."
Harry laughed, falling for the lie. "I knew it!"
"You're going to tell her!!" Ron said, blushing furiously but secretly glad that his friend believed it so easily.
"I won't." Harry said seriously, and then couldn't help himself and began to laugh again, earning a glare from the redhead. As the two walked down the halls, Ron tried to preoccupy himself by making small talk, but soon just felt silent. His spirits were dropping into oblivion, as he passed more and more Harry Potter look-a-likes. He groaned, and shut his eyes. This was all a dream, all a horrible, horrible dream, and it was going to end NOW!
But it didn't. Instead, he found himself seated beside Harry at the Gryffindor table for dinner, which didn't help because the corn that said on his plate had tiny little Harry heads all over it, and frankly made him want to gag. So it was that he was hugely relieved when Hermione walked into the hall. So relieved that, when he saw her, he leapt from his seat and cried out her name in pure desperation. She raised an eyebrow and took the seat across from him.
"Ron?" She said with a slightly questioning tone, "What's wrong?"
"Please, please, PLEASE tell me there is a cure! Please!" His eyes were wide and desperate, and he was very aware that she looked nothing like Harry at all, which was much to his relief.
"A cure to what?" She asked, with a slight glance at Harry, who grinned at her.
"Ron fell asleep in potions." Harry replied, still grinning, which earned him a kick from Ron under the table. Harry winced, but Hermione didn't seem to notice as she turned back to Ron.
"Again? You're hopeless! And then you always complain that you will never pass your final! Of COURSE you won't, you never STUDY."
"It's not THAT." Ron said desperately, "Snape saw and made me make the potion, only I didn't know how, so I made it wrong, but he made me drink it anyway, and anything that I REMOTELY like looks exactly like - -" But at that point he managed to stop himself from saying 'Harry' and merely gave a pathetic dog-whimper look, and mumbled, "Who I really like."
"Oh! You actually made it?" Hermione exclaimed.
"Yes..?" Ron said quietly, slowly getting confused.
"I did a project on it for my advanced Potions, that's all. It's not easy to make, I'm surprised you managed to do it."
"That's not the point! Tell me how to fix it! What's the cure?"
"Oh, there is none."
Ron let out a very long groan, and dropped his head into his arms upon the table.
"Why," Hermione continued with a small smirk upon her lips, "Who do you see?"
Ron lifted his head just enough to glare sufficiently at Hermione, while Harry snickered in the background.
"I'm going to BED." Ron said grouchily, grabbing his books and standing up from the table.
"Oh, come on Ron, we're only - -"
"BED." Ron said again, interrupting Harry mid-sentence. He left the table quickly, but did not make it to the Gryffindor common room. Realising that a quick trip to the bathroom was a much better idea, he turned down the hall to the nearest boy's bathroom and stepped in. When he stepped out, however, he nearly ran into Harry.
"Oh, sorry Harry. Didn't see you there."
Harry blinked at him, frowned, and then slowly smiled, all unbeknownst to Ron, who was busily picking up the books that he had dropped in surprise.
"Why are you here?" Harry asked as Ron stood up once again.
"Uh, nature called. Didn't quite make it to the common room." Ron answered sheepishly, vaguely aware that Harry's green eyes were extremely intense this close up. Had he ever noticed before?
A small smile played on Harry's lips for a second, before widening.
"Doesn't matter, I wanted to talk to you anyway."
"Oh?"
"You don't see Hermione, do you?" Harry asked quietly, and Ron was suddenly very aware that Harry was a little too intense to be normal, and suddenly realized his horrible mistake.
"Go away, Draco." Ron said, his voice cracking, but he already knew he was in too much trouble.
T.B.C.