Classes
Same disclaimers. thanks for all the reviews! I'm glad you're enjoying it.
Oh, and Moi, although genetic percentages like 9/10 and 2/3 are unlikely
they are possible. It just takes multiple generations, and probably some
kind of guide, making sure the right pairings are made. If you're curious,
see the Dune series. Leto II does it quite well. Thanks again!
The next day began bright and early, with the eight part Veela waking up to find their belongings had been neatly folded and placed into the various dressers, trunks, and closets by house elves in the night. When the first students who had stayed in their rooms, came out, Draco and Harry woke up, and looked sheepishly at the other.
At some time in the night, Draco had moved over to Harry's couch, and the two had their arms wrapped around each other. Draco practically dropped Harry, and they both turned red at the knowing looks they received from their new tower-mates. They turned even redder at the looks that Seamus and Andy gave them.
"Nothing happened. right Harry? I don't remember much after we agreed to be friends. er. to have a truce. did we do anything?" Draco managed to turn a delicate pink, all the way to his ears. 'I would have remembered something that wonderful. Nothing could have happened. I would definitely have remembered that!'
"Not that I know of. I don't remember anything past the.Truce. either." Harry was surprised that he felt as excited as he did. about Draco. So excited that he wondered what kind of dreams he'd been having right before he woke up, and it looked like Draco had a similar problem. Harry smiled reassurance at Draco. He Harry Potter was smiling at Draco Malfoy his former archrival, now almost friend. Weird!
"Well, I guess I'll go get changed now, um, Draco? Do you want to switch roommates again? I don't know about you, but finding Seamus that close again, is not how I want to spend my nights!" then to himself, 'I'd rather spend them with you.'
Draco smirked, "Sure, Potter, do whatever you can to get closer to me!" the smile on his face ruined what normally would have been a decent insult. "I guess Lennox'll just have to get used to a horny Irishman in his bed."
The two boys went to their respective rooms laughing while maintaining a look out for the other two boys.
Harry couldn't concentrate all through potions, and Snape was just lecturing on three almost mundane potions that only Hermione found interesting, and somehow, whenever his mind drifted, his eyes wandered to Draco. Unfortunately, whenever Harry's eyes wandered, Snape's moved directly to Harry. He had already lost 18 points for Gryffindor, and Snape was itching to take more.
"Mr. Potter, if you can not pay attention to my lecture, perhaps you should pick which of these potions would help cure a chronic daydreamer. Mmmmmm, Mr. Potter?" Snape moved to the side and motioned to three bottles sitting on his desk with labels in front of each. There was a large green bottle that had a seething liquid inside it marked pontificus clarificus. The second bottle was a small pink flask that smelled sweet, and made Harry think of the cotton candy Dudley had had at his last birthday party; it was labeled sonerus bonis. On the far left of the desk was a square shaped blue bottle that smelled faintly of mint, with its label petrificia neecia.
Harry looked at each of them, and started to reach for the second one, and then took his hand back. Those names had a latin ring to them, petri- means frozen, soner- means something like dreaming, and pontifi- means to think. Clarificus-clear, bonis-good, neecia- heck if Harry knew. So the logical choice is thinking clear, not dreaming good, or frozen heck if he knew. So Harry pointed to the large green bottle, and made to sit back at his desk.
"Not just yet Mr. Potter. drink it." his oily grin seeped all over Harry.
"Ok.. Umm." Harry reached for the bottle, and took a swig. Little spots of color danced before his eyes, and then a huge grin crossed his face, and then he bounced back to his seat.
"Wow! I can't believe how good I feel! I'm soooooo awake! I think I need to do some homework! Nope. can't sit still long enough! Wow!"
"Mr. Potter! Calm yourself, and sit quietly! For those of you who are curious, that potion contains the distilled magical form of a muggle plant called the coffee bean plant. The magical plant, if eaten raw, can keep a person awake for more than a week. Since I used distilled coffee, Mr. Potter will only be hyper for the next 18 hours or so."
Snape was furious that his trick had backfired on himself; he had doubted that Harry would have been able to figure out which bottle was the correct one. "Now, we shall be having new lab partners, seeing as some of you are allowing your current partners to do all of the work. I have paired you with partners of your own level of skill; hopefully this will make those of you who haven't been working so hard, work harder. Now here is the list, find your partners, and move seats to the desks indicated on the parchment."
Harry got up to look at the sheet just like everyone else, and was shocked to see what name was next to his. Draco Malfoy. He looked up and there were the silvery eyes of Draco Malfoy staring directly into his.
"Hello Draco. I guess we're working together for a while. I didn't really think I'd be paired with you, I was kind of afraid I'd be Neville's partner, just don't tell him that!" Harry had lowered his voice for the last half of his sentence, so only Draco could hear him. Both boys laughed at that thought, and looked to see who had been paired with Neville. On the other side of the room sat Neville Longbottom, and what Harry thought was a torch.
It turned out that it wasn't a torch, just Ron, who had turned red after being paired with the worst person in the class. Harry walked over, and was about to say something, when a harsh voice called across the room.
"Mr. Potter? If you cannot find a simply marked seat, I might need to reassign your partner. Perhaps you and Mr. Longbottom?" Snape's voice carried all its usual malice, and Harry found it difficult not to giggle.
Harry began to regret choosing the correct potion. With some hesitation, he walked over to his seat, which was as far from Ron and Hermione as Snape could have put him. Sitting next to the blonde was one of the hardest things Harry had ever done. Every other moment he either looked at the other boy, or he thought about him. Some very vivid thoughts. the blonde boy's tongue playing with his own. the blonde boy's hair, tousled and sexy. his hands probing all of the other boy's secret places.
". ter! Harry Potter! Have you taken leave of your senses? I have been trying, and failing, to get your attention for the last three minutes! That's 15 more points from Gryfindor! Argh! I cannot teach with students such as you all! Class dismissed, but I want a five foot essay on my desk on Wednesday from each set of partners. I will not accept late work, and if it is one inch short of five feet, I will not accept it! Miss Granger, I can see your hand, I'm just choosing to ignore it! So waving back and forth serves no purpose what so ever! The essay is to be on one of the three potions I taught on today. Since we did not finish our lesson, you will all need to go to the library and read pages 30-145, 200-350, and 376-423 in "Magical Mixtures, Conjured Concoctions, and Fairy Fix-it-alls" by Wrenia Wyrven. There are only five copies, so get going! I don't want to see any of your faces again, until Wednesday!"
Snape sat down behind his desk, and caught his breath. When he saw no one was leaving, his eyes sparked and he began again, "Are you waiting for engraved invitations? I said GO! I meant NOW! Get OUT!" All of the students were gone before Snape got to the 'OUT!'
Later in the library
"OK Draco, I'll go look over there. I saw Dean with a copy of the book, and now he's heading out the doors. You stay here, I'll be back." With that Harry walked away, and left Draco fuming. He hated it when the Gryffindorks ruined potions class. But, this did mean he got to spend more time with Harry. Dark hair, sparkling eyes, a fine, toned body. all the qualities the shining golden boy had. Draco was finding it more and more difficult to dislike the other boy, and he managed to get lost in his eyes, even when Harry wasn't looking at him. While Draco mused about Harry's eyes, his arms, and his butt, some one sneaked up behind him, and covered his eyes
"Hello Drakie. Miss me?" With that, the girl moved her hands from in front of his eyes. Once his eyes cleared, Draco recognized the face of Pansy Parkinson. Before Draco could get a response out, she plopped herself down onto his lap, and began to play with his hair. "You only called me once over the summer, and I mean to take each and every call you should have made to me, out of your hide Draco Malfoy. Though, I'm sure you'll enjoy that too. Well, aren't you going to say something? No 'I missed you Pansy' or 'Get your lard arse off of me!' Nothing? Are you feeling ok? Normally, you would either be yelling or kissing me by now. You don't feel like you have a fever, and you're no clammier than usual."
Draco finally got his act together, and was about to say something scathing, but then he saw Harry, who saw him and Pansy at the same moment. The Boy who lived, turned red, and then walked the other direction, almost as if he was hurt that Pansy was sitting where she was. Draco stood up, forgetting himself, for a moment, where Pansy was sitting, causing her to fall unceremoniously to the floor. The Slytherin boy started after Harry, but caught himself. 'Why do I care if he's hurt? Even if I caused it, it's not like we're great friends or anything. Then why do I hurt like this?'
"Good bye Pansy. I'll be seeing you later, I guess. Try not to slip into too many beds before I see you again." The blonde left the library before she could respond, but not before she could start thinking. Before long, Pansy had a good idea of what was going on, even if the two Veelas didn't. With a laugh that could have chilled the blood, if anyone had been with her, Pansy began to make plans of her own.
The next day began bright and early, with the eight part Veela waking up to find their belongings had been neatly folded and placed into the various dressers, trunks, and closets by house elves in the night. When the first students who had stayed in their rooms, came out, Draco and Harry woke up, and looked sheepishly at the other.
At some time in the night, Draco had moved over to Harry's couch, and the two had their arms wrapped around each other. Draco practically dropped Harry, and they both turned red at the knowing looks they received from their new tower-mates. They turned even redder at the looks that Seamus and Andy gave them.
"Nothing happened. right Harry? I don't remember much after we agreed to be friends. er. to have a truce. did we do anything?" Draco managed to turn a delicate pink, all the way to his ears. 'I would have remembered something that wonderful. Nothing could have happened. I would definitely have remembered that!'
"Not that I know of. I don't remember anything past the.Truce. either." Harry was surprised that he felt as excited as he did. about Draco. So excited that he wondered what kind of dreams he'd been having right before he woke up, and it looked like Draco had a similar problem. Harry smiled reassurance at Draco. He Harry Potter was smiling at Draco Malfoy his former archrival, now almost friend. Weird!
"Well, I guess I'll go get changed now, um, Draco? Do you want to switch roommates again? I don't know about you, but finding Seamus that close again, is not how I want to spend my nights!" then to himself, 'I'd rather spend them with you.'
Draco smirked, "Sure, Potter, do whatever you can to get closer to me!" the smile on his face ruined what normally would have been a decent insult. "I guess Lennox'll just have to get used to a horny Irishman in his bed."
The two boys went to their respective rooms laughing while maintaining a look out for the other two boys.
Harry couldn't concentrate all through potions, and Snape was just lecturing on three almost mundane potions that only Hermione found interesting, and somehow, whenever his mind drifted, his eyes wandered to Draco. Unfortunately, whenever Harry's eyes wandered, Snape's moved directly to Harry. He had already lost 18 points for Gryffindor, and Snape was itching to take more.
"Mr. Potter, if you can not pay attention to my lecture, perhaps you should pick which of these potions would help cure a chronic daydreamer. Mmmmmm, Mr. Potter?" Snape moved to the side and motioned to three bottles sitting on his desk with labels in front of each. There was a large green bottle that had a seething liquid inside it marked pontificus clarificus. The second bottle was a small pink flask that smelled sweet, and made Harry think of the cotton candy Dudley had had at his last birthday party; it was labeled sonerus bonis. On the far left of the desk was a square shaped blue bottle that smelled faintly of mint, with its label petrificia neecia.
Harry looked at each of them, and started to reach for the second one, and then took his hand back. Those names had a latin ring to them, petri- means frozen, soner- means something like dreaming, and pontifi- means to think. Clarificus-clear, bonis-good, neecia- heck if Harry knew. So the logical choice is thinking clear, not dreaming good, or frozen heck if he knew. So Harry pointed to the large green bottle, and made to sit back at his desk.
"Not just yet Mr. Potter. drink it." his oily grin seeped all over Harry.
"Ok.. Umm." Harry reached for the bottle, and took a swig. Little spots of color danced before his eyes, and then a huge grin crossed his face, and then he bounced back to his seat.
"Wow! I can't believe how good I feel! I'm soooooo awake! I think I need to do some homework! Nope. can't sit still long enough! Wow!"
"Mr. Potter! Calm yourself, and sit quietly! For those of you who are curious, that potion contains the distilled magical form of a muggle plant called the coffee bean plant. The magical plant, if eaten raw, can keep a person awake for more than a week. Since I used distilled coffee, Mr. Potter will only be hyper for the next 18 hours or so."
Snape was furious that his trick had backfired on himself; he had doubted that Harry would have been able to figure out which bottle was the correct one. "Now, we shall be having new lab partners, seeing as some of you are allowing your current partners to do all of the work. I have paired you with partners of your own level of skill; hopefully this will make those of you who haven't been working so hard, work harder. Now here is the list, find your partners, and move seats to the desks indicated on the parchment."
Harry got up to look at the sheet just like everyone else, and was shocked to see what name was next to his. Draco Malfoy. He looked up and there were the silvery eyes of Draco Malfoy staring directly into his.
"Hello Draco. I guess we're working together for a while. I didn't really think I'd be paired with you, I was kind of afraid I'd be Neville's partner, just don't tell him that!" Harry had lowered his voice for the last half of his sentence, so only Draco could hear him. Both boys laughed at that thought, and looked to see who had been paired with Neville. On the other side of the room sat Neville Longbottom, and what Harry thought was a torch.
It turned out that it wasn't a torch, just Ron, who had turned red after being paired with the worst person in the class. Harry walked over, and was about to say something, when a harsh voice called across the room.
"Mr. Potter? If you cannot find a simply marked seat, I might need to reassign your partner. Perhaps you and Mr. Longbottom?" Snape's voice carried all its usual malice, and Harry found it difficult not to giggle.
Harry began to regret choosing the correct potion. With some hesitation, he walked over to his seat, which was as far from Ron and Hermione as Snape could have put him. Sitting next to the blonde was one of the hardest things Harry had ever done. Every other moment he either looked at the other boy, or he thought about him. Some very vivid thoughts. the blonde boy's tongue playing with his own. the blonde boy's hair, tousled and sexy. his hands probing all of the other boy's secret places.
". ter! Harry Potter! Have you taken leave of your senses? I have been trying, and failing, to get your attention for the last three minutes! That's 15 more points from Gryfindor! Argh! I cannot teach with students such as you all! Class dismissed, but I want a five foot essay on my desk on Wednesday from each set of partners. I will not accept late work, and if it is one inch short of five feet, I will not accept it! Miss Granger, I can see your hand, I'm just choosing to ignore it! So waving back and forth serves no purpose what so ever! The essay is to be on one of the three potions I taught on today. Since we did not finish our lesson, you will all need to go to the library and read pages 30-145, 200-350, and 376-423 in "Magical Mixtures, Conjured Concoctions, and Fairy Fix-it-alls" by Wrenia Wyrven. There are only five copies, so get going! I don't want to see any of your faces again, until Wednesday!"
Snape sat down behind his desk, and caught his breath. When he saw no one was leaving, his eyes sparked and he began again, "Are you waiting for engraved invitations? I said GO! I meant NOW! Get OUT!" All of the students were gone before Snape got to the 'OUT!'
Later in the library
"OK Draco, I'll go look over there. I saw Dean with a copy of the book, and now he's heading out the doors. You stay here, I'll be back." With that Harry walked away, and left Draco fuming. He hated it when the Gryffindorks ruined potions class. But, this did mean he got to spend more time with Harry. Dark hair, sparkling eyes, a fine, toned body. all the qualities the shining golden boy had. Draco was finding it more and more difficult to dislike the other boy, and he managed to get lost in his eyes, even when Harry wasn't looking at him. While Draco mused about Harry's eyes, his arms, and his butt, some one sneaked up behind him, and covered his eyes
"Hello Drakie. Miss me?" With that, the girl moved her hands from in front of his eyes. Once his eyes cleared, Draco recognized the face of Pansy Parkinson. Before Draco could get a response out, she plopped herself down onto his lap, and began to play with his hair. "You only called me once over the summer, and I mean to take each and every call you should have made to me, out of your hide Draco Malfoy. Though, I'm sure you'll enjoy that too. Well, aren't you going to say something? No 'I missed you Pansy' or 'Get your lard arse off of me!' Nothing? Are you feeling ok? Normally, you would either be yelling or kissing me by now. You don't feel like you have a fever, and you're no clammier than usual."
Draco finally got his act together, and was about to say something scathing, but then he saw Harry, who saw him and Pansy at the same moment. The Boy who lived, turned red, and then walked the other direction, almost as if he was hurt that Pansy was sitting where she was. Draco stood up, forgetting himself, for a moment, where Pansy was sitting, causing her to fall unceremoniously to the floor. The Slytherin boy started after Harry, but caught himself. 'Why do I care if he's hurt? Even if I caused it, it's not like we're great friends or anything. Then why do I hurt like this?'
"Good bye Pansy. I'll be seeing you later, I guess. Try not to slip into too many beds before I see you again." The blonde left the library before she could respond, but not before she could start thinking. Before long, Pansy had a good idea of what was going on, even if the two Veelas didn't. With a laugh that could have chilled the blood, if anyone had been with her, Pansy began to make plans of her own.