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Chapter 4 – Potions with a lemon twist
It wasn't his fault. It never was. But he got the detention anyway.
He glared at Snape when the potions professor turned his back, quickly resetting his face into a blank mask of indifference as the man span back, evidently trying to catch him at something or other. He smirked as he noticed that Dean still hadn't been dismissed to the hospital wing yet, there were some perks about Snape always favouring the Slytherins after all! He quickly added the fire beetle legs to the cauldron, making sure that the temperature was right before lounging back and staring at the potion, deep in thought.
"Potter!" he whipped around at the sound of his potion teachers voice.
"Yes Professor, what can I do for you?" he wasn't surprised when Snape's eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. He could see the man's hands balling themselves into fists and glanced around the room. The whole class was watching him. He mentally rated what he could get away with and grinned.
"What do you want Potter?" the class had seen their teachers lips move and the surprised expression that had flashed over Harry's face, but they didn't hear the words that Snape had spoken. They leaned forward eagerly; waiting for Harry's response, knowing there would be one and it was likely to be highly embarrassing and awkward for Snape. Harry grinned. The class grinned with him.
"A lemon sir; I've run out of lemons. There is never enough lemons sir, never enough. Do you know why I like lemons professor?" he answered himself "I like lemons because there so bitter yet so sweet, they seem so insignificant, but really they represent so much and yet so little; they show us that good can be found in bad" he paused and all joking left his face "and that in bad there can be good. And they taste nice too, can't forget they taste nice sir. Yes, that's right, I'd like a lemon if you have one" he held out his hands, as if honestly expecting Snape to simply pull a lemon out his pockets and say in a joyful voice 'Here you are Harry! A lemon!' if that was what he was expecting (which is highly unlikely) then he was disappointed. After Snape had picked up his jaw from the ground he glared at Harry.
"20 points from Gryffindor!" The Slytherins cheered and the Gryffindors glared at him. Harry grinned and play bowed towards the Slytherins blowing kisses from his hands as if he was thanking an audience, turning his back on his furious professor. Instead of watching him however, Snape's eyes had homed down onto his potion.
A second before Snape could open his mouth to take more points or give another detention; Harry had turned around, grabbed the caterpillar hairs and chucked them into the potion, turning up the heat so that the cauldron bubbled ominously and just as quickly had taken it off the heat, putting it on a carefully placed board. Snape snapped his mouth shut and simply walked off, ignoring the perfect potion that Harry was bottling.
The Slytherins and Gryffindor alike were staring a Harry as he grabbed his rucksack, the five potion vials filled with liquid and moved to the front of the room where Snape now stood.
He placed one of the vials on the desk carefully, making sure that his name was marked and walked out of the classroom just as the bell rang around the castle. The students blinked and Snape inspected the potion carefully. Perfect. It was damn perfect.
He didn't however notice the little picture of lemon that was drawn on the label. He wouldn't for quite a while, and by then, things would be very different.
~*~
It took a while for him to notice it, but eventually he did. It came to such a shock to him that he stopped dead in the middle of a busy Defence Against the Dark Arts corridor, causing Malfoy, who had been behind him to run straight into him. They both fell down in a tangle of limbs, effectively completely blocking the narrow hallway. Almost absently Harry grabbed his rucksack, stood up in one fluid movement that got most of the ladies thinking, apologised to Draco and continued walking along the passageway.
Furious that he had been knocked to the ground and even angrier over the fact that Potter had apologised he followed.
I will tell you here that following a person who hates you and doesn't really give a damn about what happens to you to a place you have no idea about is a bad idea at the best of times. Blend in magic, power and rivalry and it gets explosive. If Draco had been thinking clearly, he might have realised this.
It turned out Harry wasn't going to the DADA class they had next, because he slowly, but surely made his way towards the library, occasionally bumping into things as he went. Draco smirked at that.
Once inside Draco felt sure that Harry was going to wander over to a corner and sit down, pull out his book on beetles and start reading. This did not happen however, he shouldn't really have been surprised when Potter went over to a bookshelf, triggered a switch and walked through the doorway that appeared; Typical.
Walking up to the same shelf he calmly pulled every book out one by one. It was, of course, the last one. As Draco saw it, sitting comfortable between Fog and how to see it and sports of the century: 679 he glared at it and addressed it in matter-of-fact voice.
"You were trying to hide from me you stupid book! Never do that again" the book didn't do anything and Draco felt extremely stupid, which was not a common feat for the Malfoy heir. Glaring at the book and snorting at the cover, he pulled it and walked through the doorway that appeared.
Before he had even taken five steps beyond the entrance the door slammed shut behind him and Draco began to remember his lessons of 'don't walk down strange passage ways unless I tell you to' he gulped unconsciously.
Another five steps and he found himself being held up at wand point.
"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?" Draco frowned, and looked surprisingly sulky, although his captor did not see this.
"I'm following you, duh" Harry growled and Draco shut up.
There was a pause as Harry pushed Draco along the black passage before Harry sneezed.
"Bless you"
"Thankyou"
"'K"
"So, what's your name again? I mean you can't really be Draco Malfoy" It was done with such casualness that Draco was momentarily lost, and, had he been some impostor felt sure he actually would have told Potter as much. Still, it had been stupid saying 'bless you' in the first place. He played along.
"Nuh, I'm Draco Malfoy alright, must admit, I'm beginning to think you might not be Harry Potter, I don't remember him seeking out dark corridors and exploring the dungeons"
"We're not in the bloody dungeons Malfoy, we're on the eighth floor" Draco grinned and Harry growled as he realised what he had said.
1 ~ Harry Potter 0 ~ Them 1 ~ Draco Malfoy
"So... Nice hallway" Harry growled, all the while thinking that Malfoy must be under a cheerful charm or something similar, since when did Slytherins say 'nice hallway?'
"Yes, very, I've had it redone. Used to be pink, but I liked black better, if you come back next week I might have changed it again, I'm thinking red..." Draco scoffed.
"Red? Nah, wouldn't suit it, you need something that suits your personality... what about... green?"
"Too stereotype. It's been done before"
"Not here it hasn't!"
"True... You might have a point"
"It'd go with your eyes"
"Maybe..."
"Definitely"
"But I don't like green"
"Oh..."
"In fact, I hate it"
"Might be a problem..."
"Worst colour to ever exist"
"Bother..."
"Despise the damn thing"
"Mm, me too"
"You hate green?"
"Yes"
"Wow, there is a similarity between us!"
"Scary thought!"
"You bet... We're here!" Wherever here was, Draco was not sure. They had emerged into a baby blue coloured room that had soft rays of light falling into it from a multitude of windows. There were several tables mostly all cluttered with papers and notes, some, Draco could see, were plans for pranks. He paused when he saw these, trying to see it there was anything planned for him.
Harry, clearly seeing what he was thinking sniggered.
"Nup, not one for you" he paused and a sly look came over his face "Yet" Draco gulped.
"Nice place... Cosy" Harry paused.
"What I'd like to know Malfoy, is why you were following me" Draco looked decidedly shifty.
"Well, mainly, I was bored... and you weren't, and of course I was curious as to why you were bludging DADA, but apart from that I guess... instinct" Harry looked slightly surprised.
"Instinct?"
"Ok, not instinct. Boredom"
"Ok, that I can sympathise with" Harry looked anything but sympathetic. Draco gulped again.
"Wait... You said that I was missing DADA...?" Draco nodded.
"Yup, you're-a-missing DADA"
"CRAP!" He shot up from the slouched position he had taken in out of the pale blue arm chairs. Draco didn't move.
"It's too late to go now, it'll be half over, just stay here and tell me about what you plan to do to the Gyffindors. I'm interested" Harry glared at him, his voice was so cold when he spoke that Draco shivered and decided that he should leave as soon as possible.
"Why where you following me?" Draco did a double take.
"I've told you already" Harry leaned forward angrily, all coldness was gone, pure anger replaced anything that had been there before.
"You've told me a lie Malfoy. Do I look stupid? I can tell when you're not telling the truth you bastard! WHY WERE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!" Draco flinched away from him, eyes wide with an unexplainable fear. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before answering.
"Snape" Harry leant back in his chair; satisfied.
"Bastard. He'll pay"
~*~
A/N: Yay! Longest yet... I think. PLEASE REVIEW! Tell me what you think!
A/N: Thankyou for your reviews.
Chapter 4 – Potions with a lemon twist
It wasn't his fault. It never was. But he got the detention anyway.
He glared at Snape when the potions professor turned his back, quickly resetting his face into a blank mask of indifference as the man span back, evidently trying to catch him at something or other. He smirked as he noticed that Dean still hadn't been dismissed to the hospital wing yet, there were some perks about Snape always favouring the Slytherins after all! He quickly added the fire beetle legs to the cauldron, making sure that the temperature was right before lounging back and staring at the potion, deep in thought.
"Potter!" he whipped around at the sound of his potion teachers voice.
"Yes Professor, what can I do for you?" he wasn't surprised when Snape's eyes narrowed at him suspiciously. He could see the man's hands balling themselves into fists and glanced around the room. The whole class was watching him. He mentally rated what he could get away with and grinned.
"What do you want Potter?" the class had seen their teachers lips move and the surprised expression that had flashed over Harry's face, but they didn't hear the words that Snape had spoken. They leaned forward eagerly; waiting for Harry's response, knowing there would be one and it was likely to be highly embarrassing and awkward for Snape. Harry grinned. The class grinned with him.
"A lemon sir; I've run out of lemons. There is never enough lemons sir, never enough. Do you know why I like lemons professor?" he answered himself "I like lemons because there so bitter yet so sweet, they seem so insignificant, but really they represent so much and yet so little; they show us that good can be found in bad" he paused and all joking left his face "and that in bad there can be good. And they taste nice too, can't forget they taste nice sir. Yes, that's right, I'd like a lemon if you have one" he held out his hands, as if honestly expecting Snape to simply pull a lemon out his pockets and say in a joyful voice 'Here you are Harry! A lemon!' if that was what he was expecting (which is highly unlikely) then he was disappointed. After Snape had picked up his jaw from the ground he glared at Harry.
"20 points from Gryffindor!" The Slytherins cheered and the Gryffindors glared at him. Harry grinned and play bowed towards the Slytherins blowing kisses from his hands as if he was thanking an audience, turning his back on his furious professor. Instead of watching him however, Snape's eyes had homed down onto his potion.
A second before Snape could open his mouth to take more points or give another detention; Harry had turned around, grabbed the caterpillar hairs and chucked them into the potion, turning up the heat so that the cauldron bubbled ominously and just as quickly had taken it off the heat, putting it on a carefully placed board. Snape snapped his mouth shut and simply walked off, ignoring the perfect potion that Harry was bottling.
The Slytherins and Gryffindor alike were staring a Harry as he grabbed his rucksack, the five potion vials filled with liquid and moved to the front of the room where Snape now stood.
He placed one of the vials on the desk carefully, making sure that his name was marked and walked out of the classroom just as the bell rang around the castle. The students blinked and Snape inspected the potion carefully. Perfect. It was damn perfect.
He didn't however notice the little picture of lemon that was drawn on the label. He wouldn't for quite a while, and by then, things would be very different.
~*~
It took a while for him to notice it, but eventually he did. It came to such a shock to him that he stopped dead in the middle of a busy Defence Against the Dark Arts corridor, causing Malfoy, who had been behind him to run straight into him. They both fell down in a tangle of limbs, effectively completely blocking the narrow hallway. Almost absently Harry grabbed his rucksack, stood up in one fluid movement that got most of the ladies thinking, apologised to Draco and continued walking along the passageway.
Furious that he had been knocked to the ground and even angrier over the fact that Potter had apologised he followed.
I will tell you here that following a person who hates you and doesn't really give a damn about what happens to you to a place you have no idea about is a bad idea at the best of times. Blend in magic, power and rivalry and it gets explosive. If Draco had been thinking clearly, he might have realised this.
It turned out Harry wasn't going to the DADA class they had next, because he slowly, but surely made his way towards the library, occasionally bumping into things as he went. Draco smirked at that.
Once inside Draco felt sure that Harry was going to wander over to a corner and sit down, pull out his book on beetles and start reading. This did not happen however, he shouldn't really have been surprised when Potter went over to a bookshelf, triggered a switch and walked through the doorway that appeared; Typical.
Walking up to the same shelf he calmly pulled every book out one by one. It was, of course, the last one. As Draco saw it, sitting comfortable between Fog and how to see it and sports of the century: 679 he glared at it and addressed it in matter-of-fact voice.
"You were trying to hide from me you stupid book! Never do that again" the book didn't do anything and Draco felt extremely stupid, which was not a common feat for the Malfoy heir. Glaring at the book and snorting at the cover, he pulled it and walked through the doorway that appeared.
Before he had even taken five steps beyond the entrance the door slammed shut behind him and Draco began to remember his lessons of 'don't walk down strange passage ways unless I tell you to' he gulped unconsciously.
Another five steps and he found himself being held up at wand point.
"What the hell are you doing here Malfoy?" Draco frowned, and looked surprisingly sulky, although his captor did not see this.
"I'm following you, duh" Harry growled and Draco shut up.
There was a pause as Harry pushed Draco along the black passage before Harry sneezed.
"Bless you"
"Thankyou"
"'K"
"So, what's your name again? I mean you can't really be Draco Malfoy" It was done with such casualness that Draco was momentarily lost, and, had he been some impostor felt sure he actually would have told Potter as much. Still, it had been stupid saying 'bless you' in the first place. He played along.
"Nuh, I'm Draco Malfoy alright, must admit, I'm beginning to think you might not be Harry Potter, I don't remember him seeking out dark corridors and exploring the dungeons"
"We're not in the bloody dungeons Malfoy, we're on the eighth floor" Draco grinned and Harry growled as he realised what he had said.
1 ~ Harry Potter 0 ~ Them 1 ~ Draco Malfoy
"So... Nice hallway" Harry growled, all the while thinking that Malfoy must be under a cheerful charm or something similar, since when did Slytherins say 'nice hallway?'
"Yes, very, I've had it redone. Used to be pink, but I liked black better, if you come back next week I might have changed it again, I'm thinking red..." Draco scoffed.
"Red? Nah, wouldn't suit it, you need something that suits your personality... what about... green?"
"Too stereotype. It's been done before"
"Not here it hasn't!"
"True... You might have a point"
"It'd go with your eyes"
"Maybe..."
"Definitely"
"But I don't like green"
"Oh..."
"In fact, I hate it"
"Might be a problem..."
"Worst colour to ever exist"
"Bother..."
"Despise the damn thing"
"Mm, me too"
"You hate green?"
"Yes"
"Wow, there is a similarity between us!"
"Scary thought!"
"You bet... We're here!" Wherever here was, Draco was not sure. They had emerged into a baby blue coloured room that had soft rays of light falling into it from a multitude of windows. There were several tables mostly all cluttered with papers and notes, some, Draco could see, were plans for pranks. He paused when he saw these, trying to see it there was anything planned for him.
Harry, clearly seeing what he was thinking sniggered.
"Nup, not one for you" he paused and a sly look came over his face "Yet" Draco gulped.
"Nice place... Cosy" Harry paused.
"What I'd like to know Malfoy, is why you were following me" Draco looked decidedly shifty.
"Well, mainly, I was bored... and you weren't, and of course I was curious as to why you were bludging DADA, but apart from that I guess... instinct" Harry looked slightly surprised.
"Instinct?"
"Ok, not instinct. Boredom"
"Ok, that I can sympathise with" Harry looked anything but sympathetic. Draco gulped again.
"Wait... You said that I was missing DADA...?" Draco nodded.
"Yup, you're-a-missing DADA"
"CRAP!" He shot up from the slouched position he had taken in out of the pale blue arm chairs. Draco didn't move.
"It's too late to go now, it'll be half over, just stay here and tell me about what you plan to do to the Gyffindors. I'm interested" Harry glared at him, his voice was so cold when he spoke that Draco shivered and decided that he should leave as soon as possible.
"Why where you following me?" Draco did a double take.
"I've told you already" Harry leaned forward angrily, all coldness was gone, pure anger replaced anything that had been there before.
"You've told me a lie Malfoy. Do I look stupid? I can tell when you're not telling the truth you bastard! WHY WERE YOU FOLLOWING ME?!" Draco flinched away from him, eyes wide with an unexplainable fear. He opened and closed his mouth a few times before answering.
"Snape" Harry leant back in his chair; satisfied.
"Bastard. He'll pay"
~*~
A/N: Yay! Longest yet... I think. PLEASE REVIEW! Tell me what you think!