Title: The Dragon
Pendant
Chapter: Eight
Author: DaemonGirl or aka
Phoenix
Rating: bordering between R and NC-17 for sexual
relations and violence, maybe language.
Disclaimer: I do not
own Harry Potter and Co, just borrowing them for a little while then
putting them back where they belong. I also do not own any songs
mentioned either.
Everyone
was working on the potion quietly until Neville accidentally tipped
his cauldron over. Snape was there immediately.
"Well,
well, Longbottom. I see you haven't lost your touch for ruining
everything you touch. And here I thought you were actually doing
quite well for a change."
Neville sputtered, "I-I'm
sorry, Professor Snape. I'll clean it up immediately." Then
started to clean up the mess he had created.
"Longbottom,
I will give you a tutor. Mr. Malfoy, I assume you can tutor Mr.
Longbottom in the art of potions, can you not?" Snape
asked.
"But Professor, there is no help for him. Everyone
knows that," Draco protested.
"That may be so, Mr.
Malfoy, but you are to do as I instruct or you will be docked
points." Snape replied.
Draco made another attempt to try
and persuade Snape to change his mind, but was cut off.
"Draco,
You will help Longbottom with his potions, is that clear."
"Yes,
Professor." Draco replied glaring at Neville. Then thought to
himself, "I thought you favored me, and especially Slytherins,
in this class. You really are an ugly slimy greasy git!"
"You
two can stay after class to discuss meeting arrangements. You may use
this dungeon."
"Thank you, Professor," Draco
drawled then shot evil stares into the back of Snape's head as he
turned to talk to Neville. Neville just whimpered a "yes, Sir."
Then looked pleadingly at Draco, as to seem to ask forgiveness for
his clumsiness.
After Snape went back to terrorizing the other
students, Draco remarked to Harry, "Great, now what did I do to
deserve to tutor that sniveling imbecile. "
"He
isn't an imbecile, you moron," replied Harry. "Snape just
intimidates him. He is actually quite intelligent once, especially in
Herbology. But that is once you get to talking to him and get to know
him."
"Oh Merlins," Draco whimpered. "I
have to talk to him to teach him don't I?" Draco asked no one in
particular."
"Yup, 'fraid so," Harry replied as
he added more dragons blood to the brewing mixture. "Who knows,
maybe you you would actually will make another friend, other then
those in Slytherin."
"Yeah right! Like that would
happen in a million years. A Malfoy being friends with someone in
Gryffindor! I would rather become the next Dark Lord then become
friends with Longbottom."
"Oh, should I write to
Lord Voldemort and tell him you said that," Harry jeered
back.
Draco laughed. "Yeah, I can see the letter now.
Dear Voldie, though you hate me and have been trying to kill me since
I was born, I just thought you would like to know that Draco Malfoy
wants to become the heir to the Dark Lord reign of terror. Sincerely,
Harry Potter, The Boy-Who-Lived."
"Yeah, that sounds
about right. I'm glad you thought of it instead of me," Harry
replied. "Oh, what do we add next?"
"We are
done adding stuff. We just have to let it simmer for the next twenty
minutes then, it should be ready."
"Okay."
They
spent the remainder of the time in silence observing how the rest of
the class was getting on with their projects. Neville had just
finished cleaning up his spilled cauldron.
Hermione looked
like she wanted to strangle Goyle with her own hands. Apparently he
added the ingredients in the wrong order and now it was a bright
purple instead of a light pink liquid that is supposed to be turning
clear.
Ron was trying to get Crabbe to measure the last of
their ingredients. It also seemed he wasn't having any luck because
he grabbed them from Crabbe and started to measure himself.
Harry
looked a Draco and asked, "How can you stand those two idiots
being around you all the time?"
"What do you mean,
Potter?" Draco asked back.
"What I mean is how do
you stand to have Crabbe and Goyle around you all the time. It seems
that they can't even follow the simplest of orders from one of the
smartest people in our level without messing up," Harry asked
again.
"Oh, I only keep them around because they are big
and dumb. I usually don't pay too much attention to them," Draco
said. "That, and the fact most people wont touch me if they are
around because they are bigger then everyone else." At this he
let out a little laugh.
"If you say so, Draco."
Harry looked around the dungeon once more. "I think the potion
is ready."
"It looks it. Now, who is going to take
it first?" Draco looked at Harry.
"I sure as well
don't, what if you put something in it while I wasn't looking, trying
to kill me?" Harry asked looking back. He was thinking about
taking the potion and how he didn't want the entire school finding
out that he was gay, and not only that, but about the guy he liked or
the fact that he thought that Draco was attractive and had a cute
ass.
"That is what I thought. Now what are we going to
do?" Draco looked perplexed. He sure as well didn't want to fail
this part of potions class. "How about if we drink it at the
same time, then we will either both be dead, or we will be under the
effects of the truth potion."
Harry thought about this
for a moment, the agreed. They measured out the liquid then looked
each other in the eye.
"One," Draco said.
"Two,"
Harry replied.
"Three," they both downed the potion
in one fell gulp.
