Harry awoke slowly, opening one lid enough to see the soft light
entering through the window. The sun hadn't fully risen yet, but provided
enough light for him to see the snoring form of his best friend. He smiled
seeing the mussed red mop that brushed his freckled skin. He frowned
slightly, as images from his odd dreams came to mind. He had been dreaming
like this since he had gotten back to Hogwarts, and they always ended the
same way. Seeing Ron stir, he rolled over, back to him, for the fear that
he would catch him watching. He sighed as he heard the buzz saw begin
again. He lay there, letting his thoughts wonder until it was time to get
up for breakfast.
Harry and Ron rushed down to the Great Hall, just barely in time for breakfast. Their entry gained them a distasteful look from Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor house. The bowed their heads as they plopped down into their usual seats across from their other best friend Hermione. She smiled at them, Harry smiled back, but Ron merely blushed and looked down at his bowl of porridge. This for some reason unknown by Harry, he was bothered by it. He shook it off, and dug into his own porridge.
Across the Hall, at the Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle were visibly making fun of the Gryffindor trio. Their self titled leader, Draco Malfoy, however wasn't paying attention to their antics. He was focusing, rather slyly on another Slytherin student, Alora Quinn. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other then at Malfoy, and shrugged, downing their second bowl of porridge. Draco sighed, and stared hard at his bowl, absently swirling his spoon in the thick mush. He tossed his spoon down on the table as if in disgust, and stood up, and walked out of the Great Hall, toward the Slytherin common rooms.
Watching from the teachers table, Snape scowled. 'I wonder when he's going to actually pursue that girl. He's been circling her since the term started. Perhaps I should take him under my wing, and train him in the true Dark Arts.' He sneered, one of the few facial expressions he was wonderfully good at, and looked at Alora. 'Such a good potions student. Perhaps she would be worthy enough for consideration of the Art,' he thought to himself. He nodded to himself, the scowled as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Minx Raine, was talking to him. He merely grunted disinterested in what was sure to be the newest failure for DADA at Hogwarts.
Soon enough the houses filed out of the Great Hall and headed back to their common rooms to pick up their books and supplies and headed for their respected classes. The Gryffindors headed for the dungeons for another session of double potions with the Slytherins. Hermione sat at one of the tables at the front of the class room next to Neville, while Harry and Ron sat in the table behind. Normally they would have sat toward the back of the class, but Ron had absently followed Hermione down toward the front. Harry was puzzled, and in a way, bothered by Ron's sudden interest in Hermione. It was.well, weird. He sighed and sat down, pulling out his cauldron and with a wave of his wand brought it to full size.
Draco, followed by his 'gang', which included Crabbe, Goyle and Millicent Bulstrode, entered the class and sat on the other side of the room, not wishing to mix with the Gryffindors. Draco didn't even spare a glance at them as he sat down, a brooding scowl on his face already. Millicent sat beside him, a pleased smile on her face, as if she had been awarded some prize, with Crabbe and Goyle behind them, confused looks on their chubby faces. The rest of the students filtered in and took their seats, and all waited for Snape's arrival. No sooner had Harry turned to say something to Ron, than the potions master burst through the doors, his black cloak billowing behind him. He spun and faced the class, his usual static expression on his face. He neither sneered nor frowned, his mouth just a simple straight line on his face.
He looked around the room, his dark eyes touching each Gryffindor with distain, and each Slytherin with slight pride. He strode to the middle of his blackboard and stood behind his cauldron.
"Today class, we will be making two separate potions. Half of the class shall make a complicated sleeping draught, and the other shall make a equally as complicated waking elixir. I," he paused as he looked over his students. "Will chose who makes which potion."
The Gryffindors collectively groaned, and the Slytherins sneered, all except the brooding Draco, who's gaze was transfixed on his parchment, seemingly not paying attention. This didn't go unnoticed by Snape, but being his 'protégé' he would let it slide until he could have a talk with him. He paired them off one by one, finally getting to the front rows. He sneered, 'Hmm, I had better split Potter and Weasley up, they can't really seem to think without each other these days.' "Weasley with Granger, Potter with Longbottom." He continued on, a smile in his head at the look of disappointment on Harry's face. 'Now to teach Malfoy to take the lead.' "Crabbe and Bulstrode, Goyle with Marian, Malfoy with Quinn."
Millicent looked ready to kill, Crabbe and Goyle continued looking confused, while Malfoy looked.scared. They all shifted about the room and sat down with their respective partners. Harry looked at Neville, knowing something would inevitably go wrong with their potion, as Neville had a terrible habit of forgetting something, and or fainting. He looked to the table in front of him, where Hermione was showing Ron the ingredients for the two potions, and Ron was just staring at her, looking like a redheaded puppy. 'What's with Ron lately? He can't seem to keep his eyes off of Hermione.' He sighed and took a look at their ingredients list. 'He can't like her like that.can he?' He suddenly felt very angry toward his friend, almost, jealous.
Draco swallowed hard as Alora was leading him through the ingredients. He couldn't help but look at her, and admire her beautiful skin, dark hair, and intelligent eyes. He could tell she was the type of person who would be a powerful ally but if an enemy, she would be even more powerful.
"Now, you crush the Maina Root, and I'll start melting the Fur Berries," she said as she looked up at him. She came up to his chin when they stood. She raised a delicately thin brow at him. "Hello? Earth to Malfoy," she said with a bit of a quizzical look. He shook his head, "Yes, sorry Alora," he said, and a slight blush came to his pale skin. He began to crush the roots with a bit too much force, trying to erase his stupidity with the action. Millicent Bulstrode was burning holes into the back of Alora's head with her icy glare. She was shocked however when Alora turned around on her.
"Can I help you with something Millicent?" she asked none too sweetly. She shook her head, a bit taken aback that she had replied to her in such a way. "Well then, quit starin' at the back of my head, I'm not your type," she said, staring her down. Her dark and cold eyes said all they needed to about one not to be messed with. Millicent looked at her partner Crabbe, and started talking quietly with him about the potion. Draco was impressed, for he had never seen anyone handle Millicent that way. He had to smile. When Alora looked back at him, she flashed him a mischievous smirk and began to stir the mixture. He slowly added the crushed root, while she stirred, causing them to touch at the elbow, and hip.
Snape sneered from his desk, happy that his plans were indeed working the way he wanted. 'Hmm, she is indeed a fiery one. Young Alora may just be willing enough a subject for young Malfoy.' He chuckled softly under his breath. 'Those two have no idea what is in store for them.'
End of Chapter 1
OOC Note: Please read and review, it gets better I promise, this is just to get you started into the plot. And yes there is a plot.
Harry and Ron rushed down to the Great Hall, just barely in time for breakfast. Their entry gained them a distasteful look from Professor McGonagall, the head of Gryffindor house. The bowed their heads as they plopped down into their usual seats across from their other best friend Hermione. She smiled at them, Harry smiled back, but Ron merely blushed and looked down at his bowl of porridge. This for some reason unknown by Harry, he was bothered by it. He shook it off, and dug into his own porridge.
Across the Hall, at the Slytherin table, Crabbe and Goyle were visibly making fun of the Gryffindor trio. Their self titled leader, Draco Malfoy, however wasn't paying attention to their antics. He was focusing, rather slyly on another Slytherin student, Alora Quinn. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other then at Malfoy, and shrugged, downing their second bowl of porridge. Draco sighed, and stared hard at his bowl, absently swirling his spoon in the thick mush. He tossed his spoon down on the table as if in disgust, and stood up, and walked out of the Great Hall, toward the Slytherin common rooms.
Watching from the teachers table, Snape scowled. 'I wonder when he's going to actually pursue that girl. He's been circling her since the term started. Perhaps I should take him under my wing, and train him in the true Dark Arts.' He sneered, one of the few facial expressions he was wonderfully good at, and looked at Alora. 'Such a good potions student. Perhaps she would be worthy enough for consideration of the Art,' he thought to himself. He nodded to himself, the scowled as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Minx Raine, was talking to him. He merely grunted disinterested in what was sure to be the newest failure for DADA at Hogwarts.
Soon enough the houses filed out of the Great Hall and headed back to their common rooms to pick up their books and supplies and headed for their respected classes. The Gryffindors headed for the dungeons for another session of double potions with the Slytherins. Hermione sat at one of the tables at the front of the class room next to Neville, while Harry and Ron sat in the table behind. Normally they would have sat toward the back of the class, but Ron had absently followed Hermione down toward the front. Harry was puzzled, and in a way, bothered by Ron's sudden interest in Hermione. It was.well, weird. He sighed and sat down, pulling out his cauldron and with a wave of his wand brought it to full size.
Draco, followed by his 'gang', which included Crabbe, Goyle and Millicent Bulstrode, entered the class and sat on the other side of the room, not wishing to mix with the Gryffindors. Draco didn't even spare a glance at them as he sat down, a brooding scowl on his face already. Millicent sat beside him, a pleased smile on her face, as if she had been awarded some prize, with Crabbe and Goyle behind them, confused looks on their chubby faces. The rest of the students filtered in and took their seats, and all waited for Snape's arrival. No sooner had Harry turned to say something to Ron, than the potions master burst through the doors, his black cloak billowing behind him. He spun and faced the class, his usual static expression on his face. He neither sneered nor frowned, his mouth just a simple straight line on his face.
He looked around the room, his dark eyes touching each Gryffindor with distain, and each Slytherin with slight pride. He strode to the middle of his blackboard and stood behind his cauldron.
"Today class, we will be making two separate potions. Half of the class shall make a complicated sleeping draught, and the other shall make a equally as complicated waking elixir. I," he paused as he looked over his students. "Will chose who makes which potion."
The Gryffindors collectively groaned, and the Slytherins sneered, all except the brooding Draco, who's gaze was transfixed on his parchment, seemingly not paying attention. This didn't go unnoticed by Snape, but being his 'protégé' he would let it slide until he could have a talk with him. He paired them off one by one, finally getting to the front rows. He sneered, 'Hmm, I had better split Potter and Weasley up, they can't really seem to think without each other these days.' "Weasley with Granger, Potter with Longbottom." He continued on, a smile in his head at the look of disappointment on Harry's face. 'Now to teach Malfoy to take the lead.' "Crabbe and Bulstrode, Goyle with Marian, Malfoy with Quinn."
Millicent looked ready to kill, Crabbe and Goyle continued looking confused, while Malfoy looked.scared. They all shifted about the room and sat down with their respective partners. Harry looked at Neville, knowing something would inevitably go wrong with their potion, as Neville had a terrible habit of forgetting something, and or fainting. He looked to the table in front of him, where Hermione was showing Ron the ingredients for the two potions, and Ron was just staring at her, looking like a redheaded puppy. 'What's with Ron lately? He can't seem to keep his eyes off of Hermione.' He sighed and took a look at their ingredients list. 'He can't like her like that.can he?' He suddenly felt very angry toward his friend, almost, jealous.
Draco swallowed hard as Alora was leading him through the ingredients. He couldn't help but look at her, and admire her beautiful skin, dark hair, and intelligent eyes. He could tell she was the type of person who would be a powerful ally but if an enemy, she would be even more powerful.
"Now, you crush the Maina Root, and I'll start melting the Fur Berries," she said as she looked up at him. She came up to his chin when they stood. She raised a delicately thin brow at him. "Hello? Earth to Malfoy," she said with a bit of a quizzical look. He shook his head, "Yes, sorry Alora," he said, and a slight blush came to his pale skin. He began to crush the roots with a bit too much force, trying to erase his stupidity with the action. Millicent Bulstrode was burning holes into the back of Alora's head with her icy glare. She was shocked however when Alora turned around on her.
"Can I help you with something Millicent?" she asked none too sweetly. She shook her head, a bit taken aback that she had replied to her in such a way. "Well then, quit starin' at the back of my head, I'm not your type," she said, staring her down. Her dark and cold eyes said all they needed to about one not to be messed with. Millicent looked at her partner Crabbe, and started talking quietly with him about the potion. Draco was impressed, for he had never seen anyone handle Millicent that way. He had to smile. When Alora looked back at him, she flashed him a mischievous smirk and began to stir the mixture. He slowly added the crushed root, while she stirred, causing them to touch at the elbow, and hip.
Snape sneered from his desk, happy that his plans were indeed working the way he wanted. 'Hmm, she is indeed a fiery one. Young Alora may just be willing enough a subject for young Malfoy.' He chuckled softly under his breath. 'Those two have no idea what is in store for them.'
End of Chapter 1
OOC Note: Please read and review, it gets better I promise, this is just to get you started into the plot. And yes there is a plot.
