I don't feel like writing an opening paragraph.
Chapter 7- Brewing Potions
Our golden trio rushed to potions class, joined by Anne and Haley. Ron and Haley had become quite close friends. They were arm-in-arm as the walked down into the dungeons. Anne and Hermione were talking and laughing. Harry walked ahead and felt himself pulled sharply into a nook after turning a corner. He almost let out a scream, but then realized who had pulled him over.
"Draco?" he asked.
"Yeah, Potty?" Draco said.
"Why'd you do that? We don't need to talk, do we, ferret-boy?" Harry grinned upon calling Draco his nickname.
"Just listen, Potty. It's about Hermione," Draco said slowly, "I. I think I have a serious crush on her". Harry gasped.
"Come on, not that big a deal, is it?" Draco asked, "I mean, you saw us at the Truth or Dare game. Pansy still seems pretty ticked off about that."
"Holy shit, Malfoy, I just realized something," Harry said, "But we're going to be late. I'll tell you later" And with that thought he rushed off. Malfoy worried as he walked towards the Potions classroom. It wasn't often that The Boy Who Lived cursed, not to mention in that tone. Draco wasn't sure if he had ever heard the tone before. He arrived at Potions five minutes late, but Professor Snape didn't take any points off- after all, Malfoy was his star pupil. Potions was the one class that his grades rose higher than that of Hermione.
"Today we will be brewing love potions," Snape said, "Please get a partner of the opposite sex from the opposite house". Won't this be interesting, he thought, "I suggest that the two in this class with the best grades pair up and show the others how it's done. Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, please come up to the front." Hermione blushed.
"We don't need a love potion, do we 'Mione?" Draco whispered in her ear as they walked up.
"Now," Snape continued, "Who can tell me the most important ingredient in any love potion?"
Melissa raised her hand. Pansy and she were studying for the revenge potion. "The most important ingredient is purple fig root, usually powdered," she stated. Professor Snape stared. "Why, they do teach well in America!" he said to himself.
"Yes, Miss." he trailed off, forgetting her last name.
"Erlison, Professor," Melissa said.
"Yes, yes Miss Erlison," the potions master said.
I know it's a short chapter I accidentally wrote chapter 8 already, and half to cut this one off. I found out in the fifth book that J. K. Rowling has her own ingredient to be used in Love Potions, but I couldn't find it when I went to look it up, so I'm sticking to the purple fig root.
Chapter 7- Brewing Potions
Our golden trio rushed to potions class, joined by Anne and Haley. Ron and Haley had become quite close friends. They were arm-in-arm as the walked down into the dungeons. Anne and Hermione were talking and laughing. Harry walked ahead and felt himself pulled sharply into a nook after turning a corner. He almost let out a scream, but then realized who had pulled him over.
"Draco?" he asked.
"Yeah, Potty?" Draco said.
"Why'd you do that? We don't need to talk, do we, ferret-boy?" Harry grinned upon calling Draco his nickname.
"Just listen, Potty. It's about Hermione," Draco said slowly, "I. I think I have a serious crush on her". Harry gasped.
"Come on, not that big a deal, is it?" Draco asked, "I mean, you saw us at the Truth or Dare game. Pansy still seems pretty ticked off about that."
"Holy shit, Malfoy, I just realized something," Harry said, "But we're going to be late. I'll tell you later" And with that thought he rushed off. Malfoy worried as he walked towards the Potions classroom. It wasn't often that The Boy Who Lived cursed, not to mention in that tone. Draco wasn't sure if he had ever heard the tone before. He arrived at Potions five minutes late, but Professor Snape didn't take any points off- after all, Malfoy was his star pupil. Potions was the one class that his grades rose higher than that of Hermione.
"Today we will be brewing love potions," Snape said, "Please get a partner of the opposite sex from the opposite house". Won't this be interesting, he thought, "I suggest that the two in this class with the best grades pair up and show the others how it's done. Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy, please come up to the front." Hermione blushed.
"We don't need a love potion, do we 'Mione?" Draco whispered in her ear as they walked up.
"Now," Snape continued, "Who can tell me the most important ingredient in any love potion?"
Melissa raised her hand. Pansy and she were studying for the revenge potion. "The most important ingredient is purple fig root, usually powdered," she stated. Professor Snape stared. "Why, they do teach well in America!" he said to himself.
"Yes, Miss." he trailed off, forgetting her last name.
"Erlison, Professor," Melissa said.
"Yes, yes Miss Erlison," the potions master said.
I know it's a short chapter I accidentally wrote chapter 8 already, and half to cut this one off. I found out in the fifth book that J. K. Rowling has her own ingredient to be used in Love Potions, but I couldn't find it when I went to look it up, so I'm sticking to the purple fig root.
