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A/N: I'm not sure where I'm going with this so... I'm gonna let people vote at the end. I've gotten lots of reviews for it and I'm very happy. This is the last chappy I actually had an idea for... although I do know there will be Harry singing in later chapters. I just need to get to that point! ^_^ Anywho, I'm gonna post this soon so you can read it! You're options are gonna be down at the bottom of the page so review and let me know what you want done!
The Art of Potion Making Ch. 2
From last chapter: "Well well Mr. Potter. It seems you can do something right for once," said a silky voice behind him. He turned to see Professor Snape.
Harry looked up at the Potions Professor. After he didn't say anything, Snape glared at him.
"Everyone, take a sample of it and put it in a vial. Then bring it to me and I will grade it. Mr. Potter will stay after class. That is all." Snape growled at the entire class. Everyone rushed to fill up a vial of their potions and to put it in a container on the Professor's desk. Hermoine and Ron looked at him sympathetically but left the room with everyone else. Harry remained in his seat, letting his public mask drop a little. He knew Snape would be able to see the jaded look in his eye, the expression on his face was one of boredom. He hadn't let it slip enough to see the black circles under his eyes, or the haunted expression on his face. He kept up the charms that made it look like he was alright, when in fact he wasn't sleeping more than four hours a week. He was becoming exhausted and he knew it.
"So, Potter, how did you manage to do this potion right, when every other one you've done recently has been horribly mangled?" Snape asked in his silky voice. Harry just looked at him like he'd lost his mind and then smiled.
"I knew this potion. Sir," he added belatedly. "I had nothing to do over the summer and I read the book. I taught myself how to do it, I did it in my mind. I could remember the steps since I'd already done it, albeitly in my head." Harry could see Snape's mouth squirm with what looked like a smile when he said that. He knew that the potion's professor did the same thing. He made the potion in his head then made it in his cauldron.
"Well, it's good to know you've finally decided to start studying. You're N.E.W.T.S are later this year after all, wouldn't want you to fail them now would we?" When Harry shook his head, Snape did smile. "Well then, Potter, I've been asked by the Headmaster to... give you extra lessons. Would you like that?"
Harry just looked at him, suprise evident in his eyes. "I... I would... like that, sir," Harry stuttered. He was astonished that Snape was asking his opinion.
"Very well then, Potter. I'll expect you on Wednesday and Friday at 5:30 pm. Don't be late. Or else," Snape said with a smirk on his face.
"Sir?" Harry asked, quietly. When Snape nodded he continued, "Could you please call me by my given name? Instead of Potter?" That earned him an odd look and a half smile. Snape nodded again then busyied himself with something on his desk. It was a clear dismissal, even Harry could sense that. He turned and walked out of the room to where Ron and Hermoine were waiting.
"So what'd he want?" Ron asked, impatiently. Harry just stood there with an odd little smile on his face. Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's eyes. "Well, mate? What'd he want?"
"He... he wanted to know if I'd like extra lessons. To help me. He was... I dunno... nice!" Harry said slowly. Ron just looked at him.
"Snape? Nice? You can use those two words in the same sentance? Wow," Ron said.
A/N I have to leave it here, cuz I just ran out of ideas. What would you like to happen?
Harry goes to his first lesson and Snape's flirting with him? Harry runs into Draco and is teased for the look on his face? Harry is late for his meeting? Something else?
Review and vote! I don't know where this is going unless you talk to me!
A/N: I'm not sure where I'm going with this so... I'm gonna let people vote at the end. I've gotten lots of reviews for it and I'm very happy. This is the last chappy I actually had an idea for... although I do know there will be Harry singing in later chapters. I just need to get to that point! ^_^ Anywho, I'm gonna post this soon so you can read it! You're options are gonna be down at the bottom of the page so review and let me know what you want done!
The Art of Potion Making Ch. 2
From last chapter: "Well well Mr. Potter. It seems you can do something right for once," said a silky voice behind him. He turned to see Professor Snape.
Harry looked up at the Potions Professor. After he didn't say anything, Snape glared at him.
"Everyone, take a sample of it and put it in a vial. Then bring it to me and I will grade it. Mr. Potter will stay after class. That is all." Snape growled at the entire class. Everyone rushed to fill up a vial of their potions and to put it in a container on the Professor's desk. Hermoine and Ron looked at him sympathetically but left the room with everyone else. Harry remained in his seat, letting his public mask drop a little. He knew Snape would be able to see the jaded look in his eye, the expression on his face was one of boredom. He hadn't let it slip enough to see the black circles under his eyes, or the haunted expression on his face. He kept up the charms that made it look like he was alright, when in fact he wasn't sleeping more than four hours a week. He was becoming exhausted and he knew it.
"So, Potter, how did you manage to do this potion right, when every other one you've done recently has been horribly mangled?" Snape asked in his silky voice. Harry just looked at him like he'd lost his mind and then smiled.
"I knew this potion. Sir," he added belatedly. "I had nothing to do over the summer and I read the book. I taught myself how to do it, I did it in my mind. I could remember the steps since I'd already done it, albeitly in my head." Harry could see Snape's mouth squirm with what looked like a smile when he said that. He knew that the potion's professor did the same thing. He made the potion in his head then made it in his cauldron.
"Well, it's good to know you've finally decided to start studying. You're N.E.W.T.S are later this year after all, wouldn't want you to fail them now would we?" When Harry shook his head, Snape did smile. "Well then, Potter, I've been asked by the Headmaster to... give you extra lessons. Would you like that?"
Harry just looked at him, suprise evident in his eyes. "I... I would... like that, sir," Harry stuttered. He was astonished that Snape was asking his opinion.
"Very well then, Potter. I'll expect you on Wednesday and Friday at 5:30 pm. Don't be late. Or else," Snape said with a smirk on his face.
"Sir?" Harry asked, quietly. When Snape nodded he continued, "Could you please call me by my given name? Instead of Potter?" That earned him an odd look and a half smile. Snape nodded again then busyied himself with something on his desk. It was a clear dismissal, even Harry could sense that. He turned and walked out of the room to where Ron and Hermoine were waiting.
"So what'd he want?" Ron asked, impatiently. Harry just stood there with an odd little smile on his face. Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's eyes. "Well, mate? What'd he want?"
"He... he wanted to know if I'd like extra lessons. To help me. He was... I dunno... nice!" Harry said slowly. Ron just looked at him.
"Snape? Nice? You can use those two words in the same sentance? Wow," Ron said.
A/N I have to leave it here, cuz I just ran out of ideas. What would you like to happen?
Harry goes to his first lesson and Snape's flirting with him? Harry runs into Draco and is teased for the look on his face? Harry is late for his meeting? Something else?
Review and vote! I don't know where this is going unless you talk to me!