FIND YOU
"Why in Hell did you do that?!" Harry yelled across the table. Draco looked at him from shaded eyes and shrugged. The potion he had spilt dripped steadily to the cool dungeon floor.
"I spent hours working on that, you ass!" Harry hissed, making for the side of the table Draco was standing at, fists clenched and jaw set.
Ron rose with his friend, equally pissed. Hermione grabbed his robe, drawing him back. "He's not worth it, Harry," she said, though her anger was audible too. Harry glared at Draco, huffed, and began to relax.
"You're right."
For once, Snape had not been on Harry's case the whole class time. Instead, he was looming over Neville, who was cowering by his failed potion. The professor hadn't noticed the fiasco across the room, lucky for Harry.
The bell rang loud and clear, muffling the sloshing sounds of Harry's pooling Invisibility potion. Snape turned, waving his arms, miffed at Neville's helplessness. "Go. Out. Class dismissed." He waved everyone out.
Hermione and Ron offered to help Harry clean up his potion, but he refused. "No, you two go. I'll catch up," he looked down at the huge, and still growing, puddle. "Eventually."
"All right," Hermione said compassionately as she steered Ron out the door after a horribly trembling Neville.
The class poured out quickly, all but Harry and Draco. Harry dropped to his knees to soak up the spill with a rag while the blonde mosied past to Snape's desk.
"Can I talk to you a moment, sir?" He walked to Snape's side of the desk and began talking in a low voice. Snape answered just as quietly. Harry could hear the buzz of their conversation but could not make out any of their words.
Snake looked up as Harry bumped his head on the table above him and swore quietly. "What are you doing, Potter?"
"Cleaning up, Professor," Harry said with slight sarcasm, rubbing the top of his head. Snape made a noncommittal grunt and turned back to Draco.
Draco thanked the man as they wrapped up, grabbed his bag and left the room. Harry threw his supplies in his cauldron and stacked it with the rest in the back of the room. Grabbing his bag without looking at Snape, Harry turned and walked out.
He closed the door behind him and started down the hall. Looking up, he saw Draco leaning against the wall some ways down. Harry huffed, clenched his jaw, and started down the hall.
"Why in Hell did you do that?!" Harry yelled across the table. Draco looked at him from shaded eyes and shrugged. The potion he had spilt dripped steadily to the cool dungeon floor.
"I spent hours working on that, you ass!" Harry hissed, making for the side of the table Draco was standing at, fists clenched and jaw set.
Ron rose with his friend, equally pissed. Hermione grabbed his robe, drawing him back. "He's not worth it, Harry," she said, though her anger was audible too. Harry glared at Draco, huffed, and began to relax.
"You're right."
For once, Snape had not been on Harry's case the whole class time. Instead, he was looming over Neville, who was cowering by his failed potion. The professor hadn't noticed the fiasco across the room, lucky for Harry.
The bell rang loud and clear, muffling the sloshing sounds of Harry's pooling Invisibility potion. Snape turned, waving his arms, miffed at Neville's helplessness. "Go. Out. Class dismissed." He waved everyone out.
Hermione and Ron offered to help Harry clean up his potion, but he refused. "No, you two go. I'll catch up," he looked down at the huge, and still growing, puddle. "Eventually."
"All right," Hermione said compassionately as she steered Ron out the door after a horribly trembling Neville.
The class poured out quickly, all but Harry and Draco. Harry dropped to his knees to soak up the spill with a rag while the blonde mosied past to Snape's desk.
"Can I talk to you a moment, sir?" He walked to Snape's side of the desk and began talking in a low voice. Snape answered just as quietly. Harry could hear the buzz of their conversation but could not make out any of their words.
Snake looked up as Harry bumped his head on the table above him and swore quietly. "What are you doing, Potter?"
"Cleaning up, Professor," Harry said with slight sarcasm, rubbing the top of his head. Snape made a noncommittal grunt and turned back to Draco.
Draco thanked the man as they wrapped up, grabbed his bag and left the room. Harry threw his supplies in his cauldron and stacked it with the rest in the back of the room. Grabbing his bag without looking at Snape, Harry turned and walked out.
He closed the door behind him and started down the hall. Looking up, he saw Draco leaning against the wall some ways down. Harry huffed, clenched his jaw, and started down the hall.