Disclaimer: I obviously don't own Ms. Rowling or Mark Schultz, so these
lyrics and characters are not mine, I have just borrowed them!
Potions Fiasco
"You're the only girl I'll ever love
And I'd do anything not to give you up.
If I could only stop the world
When you're standing by my side.
See, I'm having the time of my life
Yes, I'm having the time of my life."
Draco Malfoy sat in his seat in the cold Potions classroom, not paying attention. He never paid attention to Snape. Snape had to be nice, or Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, one of the most powerful Death Eaters out there, would have to have a little meeting with Snape. So Draco, luckily, could pay attention to a subject much more interesting to him.Hermione Granger.
Draco, even though he was pureblood, was absolutely in love with Muggle things. He especially loved Muggle music. To Draco, it was so much better than the banshees that are popular in the wizarding world. He had a computer, of course it had magically modified, but still, a computer. He would search the internet for Muggle songs and artists. He, back in his first year, had heard a song that had made him fond of Muggle music to begin with. It was called "Time of My Life" by Mark Schultz. Draco had immediately realized that the song remind him of how he had felt when he had first set eyes on Hermione Granger.
Thinking back to when he first met her, the scene that had played over and over in his head for seven years now. He and the stupid goons that he was forced to hang out with, Crabbe and Goyle, were leaving Potter and Weasley's compartment after Goyle, acting on the grumbling that was an ever present noise from his stomach, had tried to steal one of the Chocolate Frogs that were sitting unattended. The rat, Scabbers, if he could recall, had bitten Goyle on the hand, causing Crabbe and him to retreat. Draco followed, embarrassed by the buffoons. As he followed them down the hallway, a girl came walking, no, gliding, towards him. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Even with her bushy hair and slightly large teeth, Draco just knew she was the one for him.
"Mr. Malfoy," a malevolent voice snapped in his direction, "Are you trying to disrupt our new seating arrangements, or are you too attached to your current seat to move?"
"Hmm, oh, sorry Professor," he drawled lazily as he grabbed his things and headed back to the back of the room with the rest of the class.
Snape began calling out the new seats, and Draco drifted back into dreamland, with the words of Mark Schultz's song in his head.
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Hermione Granger was standing next to Harry and Ron, quite peeved. They really had gone too far this time.
"Stupid gits," she thought to herself. They had somehow managed to blow up their potion, causing Snape to go into a mad rage. Now, thanks to them, they were getting a new seating chart. Hermione couldn't even fathom which Slytherin he was going to put her next to. Probably Pansy Parkinson. That would figure.
She was brought back to reality with a very unpleasant bump. "Miss Granger, you will sit here, Mr. Malfoy, please take your seat next to Miss Granger. At the next table, Miss Zambini and Mr. Finnigan," Snape's voice was dripping with malice, and there was almost a smile on his face. Almost.
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"Yes, yes, YES!" Draco screamed to himself. In all his other classes, there were no seating charts and he had never had a chance to sit next to Hermione. "Hermione," he mused, "what a beautiful name." And then, in an instant, he realized that he wasn't acting like himself. He tried thinking of a cruel comment he could hurl at her, but nothing new sparked in his head.
"Gross, a mudblood!" He managed. Why did he have to be so mean to her? Why?
"Stuff it, you pigheaded moron," came from the delicate flower next to him. Her profile suggested that she was quite upset, with a hard look on her face. Her eyes were practically burning holes in the back of Snape's greasy head. And as Draco looked up at the board, he let out a breath of relief. He wasn't the reason Hermione was upset at all. Well, maybe he was part of it.
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She stared up at the board and read:
PARTNER STUDY POTIONS PROJECT
Assignment: Study one of the potions on the given list with the
person seated next to you. You will have two weeks. You will
study the potion, then brew it and bottle it. You also must
make the antidote, and then present it to me.
"Great, a project with Malfoy. Stupid Ron and Harry," she thought, "If only we still sat next to each other, then I would be partners with Harry." She started to drift off in thought of her boyfriend, forgetting the project and her anger. Then had been together for a while, since sixth year. She absolutely loved Harry. Even if he did get her stuck with Malfoy for the project. A goofy grin spread across her face as the class went on taking notes.
Her thoughts were sharply interrupted by Malfoy. "Granger, I will meet you outside on the front grounds by the swing, okay?" he said gently.
"Why?" she asked, wondering why she would be meeting him anywhere, especially in public.
His reply came complete with eye roll and his signature lazy drawl, which was actually quite attractive sounding. "To work on the project. You bring some books from the library and I will meet you there after Quidditch practice." He strolled out of the room before she could even protest.
This chapter is revised because I wrote it and found a few mistakes. Small ones. They didn't change the plot or anything. Well, thanks for reading!
Potions Fiasco
"You're the only girl I'll ever love
And I'd do anything not to give you up.
If I could only stop the world
When you're standing by my side.
See, I'm having the time of my life
Yes, I'm having the time of my life."
Draco Malfoy sat in his seat in the cold Potions classroom, not paying attention. He never paid attention to Snape. Snape had to be nice, or Draco's father, Lucius Malfoy, one of the most powerful Death Eaters out there, would have to have a little meeting with Snape. So Draco, luckily, could pay attention to a subject much more interesting to him.Hermione Granger.
Draco, even though he was pureblood, was absolutely in love with Muggle things. He especially loved Muggle music. To Draco, it was so much better than the banshees that are popular in the wizarding world. He had a computer, of course it had magically modified, but still, a computer. He would search the internet for Muggle songs and artists. He, back in his first year, had heard a song that had made him fond of Muggle music to begin with. It was called "Time of My Life" by Mark Schultz. Draco had immediately realized that the song remind him of how he had felt when he had first set eyes on Hermione Granger.
Thinking back to when he first met her, the scene that had played over and over in his head for seven years now. He and the stupid goons that he was forced to hang out with, Crabbe and Goyle, were leaving Potter and Weasley's compartment after Goyle, acting on the grumbling that was an ever present noise from his stomach, had tried to steal one of the Chocolate Frogs that were sitting unattended. The rat, Scabbers, if he could recall, had bitten Goyle on the hand, causing Crabbe and him to retreat. Draco followed, embarrassed by the buffoons. As he followed them down the hallway, a girl came walking, no, gliding, towards him. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Even with her bushy hair and slightly large teeth, Draco just knew she was the one for him.
"Mr. Malfoy," a malevolent voice snapped in his direction, "Are you trying to disrupt our new seating arrangements, or are you too attached to your current seat to move?"
"Hmm, oh, sorry Professor," he drawled lazily as he grabbed his things and headed back to the back of the room with the rest of the class.
Snape began calling out the new seats, and Draco drifted back into dreamland, with the words of Mark Schultz's song in his head.
~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~~*~~~~~
Hermione Granger was standing next to Harry and Ron, quite peeved. They really had gone too far this time.
"Stupid gits," she thought to herself. They had somehow managed to blow up their potion, causing Snape to go into a mad rage. Now, thanks to them, they were getting a new seating chart. Hermione couldn't even fathom which Slytherin he was going to put her next to. Probably Pansy Parkinson. That would figure.
She was brought back to reality with a very unpleasant bump. "Miss Granger, you will sit here, Mr. Malfoy, please take your seat next to Miss Granger. At the next table, Miss Zambini and Mr. Finnigan," Snape's voice was dripping with malice, and there was almost a smile on his face. Almost.
~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~
"Yes, yes, YES!" Draco screamed to himself. In all his other classes, there were no seating charts and he had never had a chance to sit next to Hermione. "Hermione," he mused, "what a beautiful name." And then, in an instant, he realized that he wasn't acting like himself. He tried thinking of a cruel comment he could hurl at her, but nothing new sparked in his head.
"Gross, a mudblood!" He managed. Why did he have to be so mean to her? Why?
"Stuff it, you pigheaded moron," came from the delicate flower next to him. Her profile suggested that she was quite upset, with a hard look on her face. Her eyes were practically burning holes in the back of Snape's greasy head. And as Draco looked up at the board, he let out a breath of relief. He wasn't the reason Hermione was upset at all. Well, maybe he was part of it.
~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~*~~~~~
She stared up at the board and read:
PARTNER STUDY POTIONS PROJECT
Assignment: Study one of the potions on the given list with the
person seated next to you. You will have two weeks. You will
study the potion, then brew it and bottle it. You also must
make the antidote, and then present it to me.
"Great, a project with Malfoy. Stupid Ron and Harry," she thought, "If only we still sat next to each other, then I would be partners with Harry." She started to drift off in thought of her boyfriend, forgetting the project and her anger. Then had been together for a while, since sixth year. She absolutely loved Harry. Even if he did get her stuck with Malfoy for the project. A goofy grin spread across her face as the class went on taking notes.
Her thoughts were sharply interrupted by Malfoy. "Granger, I will meet you outside on the front grounds by the swing, okay?" he said gently.
"Why?" she asked, wondering why she would be meeting him anywhere, especially in public.
His reply came complete with eye roll and his signature lazy drawl, which was actually quite attractive sounding. "To work on the project. You bring some books from the library and I will meet you there after Quidditch practice." He strolled out of the room before she could even protest.
This chapter is revised because I wrote it and found a few mistakes. Small ones. They didn't change the plot or anything. Well, thanks for reading!
