Another chapter! I have gotten some comments from people who really don't
like where my fanfic is going. I would really like to apologize to those of
you that don't like shounen-ai or related material, but as you might have
guessed, that is where this fic is headed. I'm sorry for not giving a fair
warning that this will be a Harry+Draco fic, but it will be very tame. I'm
not going to take this completely out of line and have them having mad sex
or anything like that. However, if you don't like any indication of two
boys being in love with each other, I must sadly say that I recommend you
do not continue to read my fic ( Otherwise, please do read on! I love
getting your comments and I will take them all to heart! Thanks to all
those that have commented so far! Also, if there are any couples that my
readers would like to see, please just place a comment! If I see the same
couple a fair amount of times, I'll add them to my fic!
Harry's eye twitched as he felt the poke of Malfoy's pen on the back of his head for the seventh time. He clasped his fists tightly under the desk and seethed through clenched teeth "What...do you...want, Malfoy?"
"My potion needs three more drops of armadillo bile, Potter. Would you be so kind?" Malfoy chuckled under his breath as Harry spun around angrily.
He glared at Malfoy, staring straight into his opaque eyes and grabbed a dropper. He had to pause a moment to steady his hand, so as not to mess up Malfoy's potion. The transparent Snape was staring beadily down his crooked nose at Harry. He exhaled loudly, hurriedly adding three drops of bile to Malfoy's simmering potion. "Much thanks, Potter." He said, grinning wickedly.
"No. Problem." Harry seethed, growling at him.
"Just let it go, Harry. Let it go." Hermione whispered under her breath. "I'll give that filthy, loathsome prick his next ingredient." She remained calm in her demeanor but her eyes were flashing with concealed anger.
"Oooo, Potter!" Rang Malfoy's taunting voice. Harry practically pulled his hair out in handfuls, but Hermione walked briskly over and said "What is it this time."
"Who asked for you, Granger." He said smoothly. "I want Potter to mix my potion for me."
"Oh? And why is that." Said Hermione, her eyes narrowing. She was seeing something even Draco himself hadn't realized.
Draco raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Fine then. Why don't you mix it, wise ass."
Hermione's hands quivered and Malfoy grinned broadly. "Want to hit me, do you, Granger?" he whispered, lowering his voice so that only she could hear him. "Go right ahead. Make a fool of yourself. Or you can just mix my potion and get on with it."
She glowered angrily at him, but quickly and sloppily added the remaining ingredients to his potion.
"Way to go, Hermione!" Ron whispered when she returned. "Putting all the ingredients in like that, something is bound to explode in his spoiled, ugly face!"
"No...It won't." Hermione sighed heavily. "His potion just won't be very powerful, that's all. Seeping just makes a more potent potion."
"Ah..."said Ron, also sighing. "Well, bugger. That doesn't help us any."
"Oh Potter...It needs stirre - -"
Malfoy was cut off as a rather large dung beetle was chucked right through his nose. "You don't ever quit, do you!" growled Harry angrily.
"Potter, what's all this about." Snape's oily voice sounded in the ensuing silence.
Harry glared at him, breathing heavily, trying to calm his rage.
"It was my fault, Professor."
The entire class turned in awe to stare open mouthed at Malfoy, who was looking Snape straight in the eye. "Potter was getting a little agitated because this is a very demanding potion, and he has to mix his as well as mine."
"Very well." Said Snape, giving him an odd look. He turned to Harry and said "Be that as it may, keep your temper in check, Potter."
"Right." Said Harry, a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks. He glanced sideways over at Malfoy, his expression clearly reading 'what the hell?' Malfoy turned away. Hr folded his arms once again, putting the usual unimpressed look back on his face. He turned towards his potion, seemly very interesting in it's boiling surface.
Harry stared at the side of his face for a while, his thoughts still running about in confusion.
Harry's eye twitched as he felt the poke of Malfoy's pen on the back of his head for the seventh time. He clasped his fists tightly under the desk and seethed through clenched teeth "What...do you...want, Malfoy?"
"My potion needs three more drops of armadillo bile, Potter. Would you be so kind?" Malfoy chuckled under his breath as Harry spun around angrily.
He glared at Malfoy, staring straight into his opaque eyes and grabbed a dropper. He had to pause a moment to steady his hand, so as not to mess up Malfoy's potion. The transparent Snape was staring beadily down his crooked nose at Harry. He exhaled loudly, hurriedly adding three drops of bile to Malfoy's simmering potion. "Much thanks, Potter." He said, grinning wickedly.
"No. Problem." Harry seethed, growling at him.
"Just let it go, Harry. Let it go." Hermione whispered under her breath. "I'll give that filthy, loathsome prick his next ingredient." She remained calm in her demeanor but her eyes were flashing with concealed anger.
"Oooo, Potter!" Rang Malfoy's taunting voice. Harry practically pulled his hair out in handfuls, but Hermione walked briskly over and said "What is it this time."
"Who asked for you, Granger." He said smoothly. "I want Potter to mix my potion for me."
"Oh? And why is that." Said Hermione, her eyes narrowing. She was seeing something even Draco himself hadn't realized.
Draco raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. "Fine then. Why don't you mix it, wise ass."
Hermione's hands quivered and Malfoy grinned broadly. "Want to hit me, do you, Granger?" he whispered, lowering his voice so that only she could hear him. "Go right ahead. Make a fool of yourself. Or you can just mix my potion and get on with it."
She glowered angrily at him, but quickly and sloppily added the remaining ingredients to his potion.
"Way to go, Hermione!" Ron whispered when she returned. "Putting all the ingredients in like that, something is bound to explode in his spoiled, ugly face!"
"No...It won't." Hermione sighed heavily. "His potion just won't be very powerful, that's all. Seeping just makes a more potent potion."
"Ah..."said Ron, also sighing. "Well, bugger. That doesn't help us any."
"Oh Potter...It needs stirre - -"
Malfoy was cut off as a rather large dung beetle was chucked right through his nose. "You don't ever quit, do you!" growled Harry angrily.
"Potter, what's all this about." Snape's oily voice sounded in the ensuing silence.
Harry glared at him, breathing heavily, trying to calm his rage.
"It was my fault, Professor."
The entire class turned in awe to stare open mouthed at Malfoy, who was looking Snape straight in the eye. "Potter was getting a little agitated because this is a very demanding potion, and he has to mix his as well as mine."
"Very well." Said Snape, giving him an odd look. He turned to Harry and said "Be that as it may, keep your temper in check, Potter."
"Right." Said Harry, a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks. He glanced sideways over at Malfoy, his expression clearly reading 'what the hell?' Malfoy turned away. Hr folded his arms once again, putting the usual unimpressed look back on his face. He turned towards his potion, seemly very interesting in it's boiling surface.
Harry stared at the side of his face for a while, his thoughts still running about in confusion.