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Only a week had passed since the match where he saved Harry's life. Did I just call him Harry?? Things were getting increasingly worse. His partner for the year, H- -Potter and he were to be working on Veritaserum, and they were to test it on their partner at the end of the term. Draco was not looking forward to this.
He stopped at the door to the Potions classroom, and sighed. He marched in, smirking. As he approached Potter's desk, his smirk wavered slightly. It seemed to have gone unnoticed, as had the frequent trouble breathing, and his unusual clumsiness around Potter. Thank Merlin it was unnoticed.
Snape marched in, glaring around at them all. Won't this be fun?
~*~
Harry looked across the room to see Malfoy enter the room. He had no time to puzzle over Malfoy's new attitude. Even if it HAD been a week without a single rude comment from Malfoy. Harry couldn't figure it out. But then, Snape entered the room before he had a chance to wonder.
Snape glared around and smirked. "It is time to begin making Veritaserum," he stated. "The strongest truth potion there is." Harry lost track after that, instead focusing on finding out why Ron was glaring much more hostilely at Draco. Draco? Ron kept looking towards them with fury, as if he was waiting, or wanting,[I] Malfoy to say something. Why, Harry couldn't understand.
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Ron glared across the dungeon at Malfoy. He was planning something, he [I]knew it. What, Ron didn't know. He had a feeling Malfoy had something to do with Harry's attack. That saving must have been some sort of... ploy to confuse everyone. Or maybe he knew that I would figure that out and genuinely tried to save Harry. Or he knew I was going to think it was a true act of kindness and really have cruel intentions... or... This must be some master plan. Well, he isn't going to fool me. I'm not going to let Harry be attacked.
Ron continued to glare, even more so now that he knew Malfoy's grand plan. Hermione looked across at him, puzzled. Ron turned to pay attention to Snape, for his ingredients. Then, it was back to glaring at Malfoy. He's up to something, He thought venomously. I know it.
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Hermione glanced at Harry on their way up the corridor, towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione didn't understand Harry's obliviousness to Malfoy, and the fact that Malfoy saved his life. She didn't understand Ron's increased hostility either. Or Malfoy's odd behavior for that matter. Ron and Harry were talking about Quidditch, ignoring Hermione's curious glances.
When they reached the Fat Lady, Harry said the password ("Carpe diem") and climbed in. Hermione was frustrated on not being able to figure out the three boys. She was normally very good at reading people. "Boys," she muttered as she climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitory. Then something struck her. And idea. She had a theory about Malfoy, and Harry wasn't going to like it. Hermione, you've done it again.
Only a week had passed since the match where he saved Harry's life. Did I just call him Harry?? Things were getting increasingly worse. His partner for the year, H- -Potter and he were to be working on Veritaserum, and they were to test it on their partner at the end of the term. Draco was not looking forward to this.
He stopped at the door to the Potions classroom, and sighed. He marched in, smirking. As he approached Potter's desk, his smirk wavered slightly. It seemed to have gone unnoticed, as had the frequent trouble breathing, and his unusual clumsiness around Potter. Thank Merlin it was unnoticed.
Snape marched in, glaring around at them all. Won't this be fun?
~*~
Harry looked across the room to see Malfoy enter the room. He had no time to puzzle over Malfoy's new attitude. Even if it HAD been a week without a single rude comment from Malfoy. Harry couldn't figure it out. But then, Snape entered the room before he had a chance to wonder.
Snape glared around and smirked. "It is time to begin making Veritaserum," he stated. "The strongest truth potion there is." Harry lost track after that, instead focusing on finding out why Ron was glaring much more hostilely at Draco. Draco? Ron kept looking towards them with fury, as if he was waiting, or wanting,[I] Malfoy to say something. Why, Harry couldn't understand.
~*~
Ron glared across the dungeon at Malfoy. He was planning something, he [I]knew it. What, Ron didn't know. He had a feeling Malfoy had something to do with Harry's attack. That saving must have been some sort of... ploy to confuse everyone. Or maybe he knew that I would figure that out and genuinely tried to save Harry. Or he knew I was going to think it was a true act of kindness and really have cruel intentions... or... This must be some master plan. Well, he isn't going to fool me. I'm not going to let Harry be attacked.
Ron continued to glare, even more so now that he knew Malfoy's grand plan. Hermione looked across at him, puzzled. Ron turned to pay attention to Snape, for his ingredients. Then, it was back to glaring at Malfoy. He's up to something, He thought venomously. I know it.
~*~
Hermione glanced at Harry on their way up the corridor, towards the portrait of the Fat Lady. Hermione didn't understand Harry's obliviousness to Malfoy, and the fact that Malfoy saved his life. She didn't understand Ron's increased hostility either. Or Malfoy's odd behavior for that matter. Ron and Harry were talking about Quidditch, ignoring Hermione's curious glances.
When they reached the Fat Lady, Harry said the password ("Carpe diem") and climbed in. Hermione was frustrated on not being able to figure out the three boys. She was normally very good at reading people. "Boys," she muttered as she climbed the stairs to the girls' dormitory. Then something struck her. And idea. She had a theory about Malfoy, and Harry wasn't going to like it. Hermione, you've done it again.