DiScLaImEr: Yet another HP fanfic. When will I ever get around to writing
Lord of the Rings? Anyways, anything Harry Potter is property of J.K.
Rowling and all associated companies. The plot line and character quirks
are mine and mine alone. I don't know why I am writing this, but its bound
to be interesting. The only profit being made from this story is a few
giggles, smiles, and quizzical looks from my friends. I hope you like it.
Chapter One: Snape and the Truth Serum Incident
Harry, Ron, and Hermione are standing outside the Potions classroom before another torturous Friday of double Potions, having yet another argument with Draco and his cronies. Hermione ducks as the argument gets more violent, and Draco hurls a curse at her. It hits the wall, shattering a few bricks. Draco taunts Hermione, once more playing on her lineage.
"What's the matter Mudblood? Can't block a common curse properly? I thought you knew every spell in the book." Malfoy teases, his voice silky smooth.
"Lay off, Malfoy. She wasn't a part of this argument. Incendio!" Harry retorts, the last part being a flame curse. It hits Malfoy's robes, which burst into flame. Malfoy puts them out with a countercurse, and who should arrive but Professor Snape. He swoops down upon them, like a starved vulture.
"Malfoy, what is going on here?" he says, clearly enjoying the look of hatred upon Harry's face.
"Professor, Potter set my robes on fire." Malfoy answers, sounding pitiful but looking very pleased with himself. Harry starts to tell his side of the story, but Snape cuts him off.
"Young Potter, I believe we have heard what happened. If I were you, I would close my mouth before things got worse. Fifty points from Gryffindor, each, and detentions for Potter, Weasley, and Granger. Ah, and for Potter's outburst, a silent class for the Gryffindors." Snape hissed, his mouth contorted in a grotesque smile.
The class files into the room, the Slytherins talking loudly, laughing, and even shouting amongst themselves, and the Gryffindors silently, shooting death-stares at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The trio sat at a set of three desks, removed from the rest of the class. Snape speaks, giving instructions for the day's potion as he writes them on the board.
"Today we will make a rather complicated Truth Serum. It has only three ingredients, but they must be brewed correctly or you may end up with a nasty poison, or even a potent love potion. The ingredients are ½ cup Wolfsbane, four chopped Shrivelfigs, and 1 pint of vampire saliva. As you do not carry the saliva in your kits, you may come up here to..." he spoke in a rather calm voice.
But at that point, Hermione wasn't listening, she was thinking about Draco, and, oddly, writing "I love Draco" all over the inside cover of her Arithmancy book. What she didn't know was that at the same time, Draco was staring across the room at her, and having equally odd thoughts. Hermione shook herself out of this day-dreamy state, and gaped at her book in horror. She frantically closed the book, and placed it in her bag. She looked up at Snape, and forced herself to pay attention. He was giving the vampire saliva to Goyle in pint-size cups, who was passing them out to the students. He shoved one at her roughly, and she smiled rather forcibly. She dumped it into her cauldron and got out some Shrivelfigs and Wolfsbane. She chopped the figs, threw them into the cauldron, and added the Wolfsbane. She stirred vigorously, not paying any attention to Harry's whisper in her ear: "If you add them that way, you'll get a love potion, Hermione. Be careful!"
Across the room, Draco was making the same obvious mistake for the same reasons; he hadn't paid attention to Snape, he was too busy daydreaming. Snape came around to the students, surveying their cauldrons. He looked into Hermione's cauldron and smirked.
"Granger, you've mixed the wrong potion. Go dump it out. Don't spill any on yourself, or you'll fall in love with the first person you see."
He moved along, gazed in horror at Malfoy's cauldron and gave similar instructions, only adding comments like "I am very disappointed in you."
Hermione walked toward the sin at the back to dump hers, but Malfoy pushed her as he walked by. He caused her to spill some on her robes, and, alternatively, he spilled a bit on his. Hermione gazed after him, not noticing it had spilled on her. Malfoy poured his out, and turned around, face-to-face with Hermione. Snape wasn't lying when he said the potion was potent; on top of their secret crushes already, they now had a deep love for the other. Draco was the first to break their silent stares.
"Oh, I'm really sorry I bumped into you, Hermione. Here, let me dump yours for you." He said, looking truly sorry as he gently took her cauldron and poured the potion down the drain. Hermione watched with a mounting affection. He returned, and again apologized to her. She finally opened her disbelieving mouth.
"It's alright, Draco. It's no big deal." Hermione replied sheepishly, blushing slightly. Draco smiled sweetly and walked back over to his seat, unable to do anything for the rest of class except stare over at Hermione. Hermione was equally unfocused, spending the rest of class covering all the inside covers of her books with "I love Draco", and drawing little red hearts in the D's. Naturally, Snape was fed up and eventually assigned Malfoy a detention as well. He instructed all those receiving them to stay after to arrange them.
"Now. All of you have received a detention from me. Time to assign! Draco and Granger, I'm going to pair you two to polish the trophies in the trophy room, and then you are to oil the joints on the armor on the fourth floor. Weasley, you are to scrub the bedpans in the hospital wing and Potter will report here to help me prepare for the next class. These detentions will occur tonight. You are to report to the assigned area at eight pm." Snape said in a rather smooth voice with a rather nasty grin.
And so our very interesting story begins.
Chapter One: Snape and the Truth Serum Incident
Harry, Ron, and Hermione are standing outside the Potions classroom before another torturous Friday of double Potions, having yet another argument with Draco and his cronies. Hermione ducks as the argument gets more violent, and Draco hurls a curse at her. It hits the wall, shattering a few bricks. Draco taunts Hermione, once more playing on her lineage.
"What's the matter Mudblood? Can't block a common curse properly? I thought you knew every spell in the book." Malfoy teases, his voice silky smooth.
"Lay off, Malfoy. She wasn't a part of this argument. Incendio!" Harry retorts, the last part being a flame curse. It hits Malfoy's robes, which burst into flame. Malfoy puts them out with a countercurse, and who should arrive but Professor Snape. He swoops down upon them, like a starved vulture.
"Malfoy, what is going on here?" he says, clearly enjoying the look of hatred upon Harry's face.
"Professor, Potter set my robes on fire." Malfoy answers, sounding pitiful but looking very pleased with himself. Harry starts to tell his side of the story, but Snape cuts him off.
"Young Potter, I believe we have heard what happened. If I were you, I would close my mouth before things got worse. Fifty points from Gryffindor, each, and detentions for Potter, Weasley, and Granger. Ah, and for Potter's outburst, a silent class for the Gryffindors." Snape hissed, his mouth contorted in a grotesque smile.
The class files into the room, the Slytherins talking loudly, laughing, and even shouting amongst themselves, and the Gryffindors silently, shooting death-stares at Harry, Ron, and Hermione. The trio sat at a set of three desks, removed from the rest of the class. Snape speaks, giving instructions for the day's potion as he writes them on the board.
"Today we will make a rather complicated Truth Serum. It has only three ingredients, but they must be brewed correctly or you may end up with a nasty poison, or even a potent love potion. The ingredients are ½ cup Wolfsbane, four chopped Shrivelfigs, and 1 pint of vampire saliva. As you do not carry the saliva in your kits, you may come up here to..." he spoke in a rather calm voice.
But at that point, Hermione wasn't listening, she was thinking about Draco, and, oddly, writing "I love Draco" all over the inside cover of her Arithmancy book. What she didn't know was that at the same time, Draco was staring across the room at her, and having equally odd thoughts. Hermione shook herself out of this day-dreamy state, and gaped at her book in horror. She frantically closed the book, and placed it in her bag. She looked up at Snape, and forced herself to pay attention. He was giving the vampire saliva to Goyle in pint-size cups, who was passing them out to the students. He shoved one at her roughly, and she smiled rather forcibly. She dumped it into her cauldron and got out some Shrivelfigs and Wolfsbane. She chopped the figs, threw them into the cauldron, and added the Wolfsbane. She stirred vigorously, not paying any attention to Harry's whisper in her ear: "If you add them that way, you'll get a love potion, Hermione. Be careful!"
Across the room, Draco was making the same obvious mistake for the same reasons; he hadn't paid attention to Snape, he was too busy daydreaming. Snape came around to the students, surveying their cauldrons. He looked into Hermione's cauldron and smirked.
"Granger, you've mixed the wrong potion. Go dump it out. Don't spill any on yourself, or you'll fall in love with the first person you see."
He moved along, gazed in horror at Malfoy's cauldron and gave similar instructions, only adding comments like "I am very disappointed in you."
Hermione walked toward the sin at the back to dump hers, but Malfoy pushed her as he walked by. He caused her to spill some on her robes, and, alternatively, he spilled a bit on his. Hermione gazed after him, not noticing it had spilled on her. Malfoy poured his out, and turned around, face-to-face with Hermione. Snape wasn't lying when he said the potion was potent; on top of their secret crushes already, they now had a deep love for the other. Draco was the first to break their silent stares.
"Oh, I'm really sorry I bumped into you, Hermione. Here, let me dump yours for you." He said, looking truly sorry as he gently took her cauldron and poured the potion down the drain. Hermione watched with a mounting affection. He returned, and again apologized to her. She finally opened her disbelieving mouth.
"It's alright, Draco. It's no big deal." Hermione replied sheepishly, blushing slightly. Draco smiled sweetly and walked back over to his seat, unable to do anything for the rest of class except stare over at Hermione. Hermione was equally unfocused, spending the rest of class covering all the inside covers of her books with "I love Draco", and drawing little red hearts in the D's. Naturally, Snape was fed up and eventually assigned Malfoy a detention as well. He instructed all those receiving them to stay after to arrange them.
"Now. All of you have received a detention from me. Time to assign! Draco and Granger, I'm going to pair you two to polish the trophies in the trophy room, and then you are to oil the joints on the armor on the fourth floor. Weasley, you are to scrub the bedpans in the hospital wing and Potter will report here to help me prepare for the next class. These detentions will occur tonight. You are to report to the assigned area at eight pm." Snape said in a rather smooth voice with a rather nasty grin.
And so our very interesting story begins.