Snape walked between the tables, finding faults in every Gryffindor potion, he finally made it to the front two tables.. Harry scowled slightly, Neville had accidentally added the powered wolfs bane too early, causing it to turn a little purple instead of a dark green.

"What is this Mr. Potter?" he asked snidely. He dipped a fingertip into the mixture, and rubbed his thumb against it. He shook his head, and sneered.

"You added the Wolf bane too early. Instead of a sleeping draught you created a numbing potion," he leaned over the two Gryffindors. "Perhaps next time Potter, you might think to have Longbottom simply watch you make your potions. 10 points from Gryffindor for such inability to follow simple instructions."

He turned and walked to the other side of the room, leaving a beat red Harry, and a disappointed Neville behind. He didn't even bother checking Hermione and Ron's potion, knowing that Hermione would indeed make it perfectly. He started at the back of the room, and worked his way down. He pointed out only few mistakes, but didn't scold his house. He gave a good job to Millicent and Crabbe, then approached Draco and Alora. He sneered slightly. Leaning in close, he looked at the perfect color and rotting scent of the potion.

"Magnificently done Quinn and Malfoy. You have just earned Slytherin 20 points," he said with a sneer toward Harry and the Gryffindor side of the room. Some Gryffindors groaned, while the Slytherins drowned them out with soft cheers. Draco smiled at Alora, and she smiled back. Millicent however was fuming behind them, breaking her third quill of the period. Snape walked to the front of the class room, and turned around, causing his robes to swish about.

"Now pour your potions into the vials and we shall test them during the next class," he sneered, as his gaze zeroed in on Harry. "And pray to Merlin that your potions are correct. You may go."

The class began to trickle out, and Snape watched from his desk. As Malfoy stood, and gathered his things, he decided it was time for a little talk. Draco motioned for Alora to go ahead of him, as they had been talking about making plans to study together. Snape cleared his throat.

"Mr. Malfoy," he stood. "My I have a word with you for a moment?" He sneered, knowing the boy would come. He looked more to Snape for guidance these days than his own bloody coward of a father.

"Of course Professor," Draco replied, shooting a slightly disappointed glance at Alora as she left the room. He walked up to Snape's desk, and shifted his books to his other arm.

"I have a project for you, if your interested," Snape said in a manipulative tone of voice.

"What kind of project Professor?" he asked, a bit weary.

"Its," he paused searching for the right words as to convince him to show up. "Training of sorts. Something that will come in handy in your future."

Draco pondered this for a moment. Anything that helped him become stronger or smarter would be worth some time. He sneered and nodded.

"Alright Professor, I will try this training of yours."

"Understand now, that it is based off of a strict discipline," he watched Draco nod, and he sneered in response. "Good. Meet me here in the dungeons after dinner."

Draco nodded, as did Snape, as he took out a small piece of parchment and scribbled a note to Draco's next instructor, knowing he was already late for his next class. He handed it to him without a word, and Malfoy was off to his next class.
The Gryffindors were in Herbology with the Hufflepuffs, Professor Sprout was discussing the importance of Ticklish Thornplants, but Hermione was in a deep conversation with Susan Bones. Harry and Ron were both trying to pay attention, but were distracted by their own thoughts. Ron couldn't keep from sneaking peaks at Hermione over the bright red Thornplant leaves. He was blushing slightly as he stared at her. Harry on the other hand looked quite peeved. He was still obsessing over the possible relationship brewing between the two best friends he'd ever had.

Ron can't like Hermione like that, can he? What will happen if they do get together? Maybe it won't happen, I mean Hermione hasn't shown any interest in Ron before anyway' he frowned, looking at the two. Hermione smiled at Ron, giving a slight blush before returning to her conversation with Susan. Ron grinned, not noticing the look on Harry's face. He shook his head, looking down at his plant, absently prodding his fingers into the damp soil kept within the pot.

Suddenly, just as Professor Sprout was stating the poisonous properties of the Ticklish Thornplant, one of the small tentacle like vines whipped around and smacked Harry on the back of the hand. He let out a yelp, and clutched his hand, which was quickly turning red, a small blue thorn poking out of his skin. Professor Sprout hurried over, muttering about not paying attention. Ron and Hermione both were looking concernedly at Harry.

"Mr. Weasley, will you escort Mr. Potter to the Hospital wing?" she asked.

Harry suddenly felt very dizzy, and soon enough everything went black. As Harry crumpled to the floor, Ron and Professor Sprout both dove down to his side, the rest of the students crowded around him. She took a closer look at his hand.

"Look here class, a blue thorn, Indicating what type of poison?" she asked the class, Ron looking up at her as if she were crazy.

"A tranquilizer, mostly used in strong sleeping draughts," a Hufflepuff student named William stated, as Hermione was too worried about Harry to answer.

"Correct, now Mr. Finnegan will you help Mr. Weasley carry Mr. Potter to the Hospital wing so that he may wake up a bit more quickly?" she asked as she looked at Seamus. He nodded and picked up Harry's feet as Ron grasped Harry's shoulders. They carried him out of the 2nd greenhouse, and toward the Hospital Wing.