A Harry Potter fanficiton
By Silver and Suchan deFamine
Category: Ficlet. Well, I made it to chapter 2, guys. Maybe three! WHOO!
Warnings: Slash-a-holic at your service. Don't like, don't read. Flames, as always, will be used to melt off your face.
Rating: PG-13. Oh, the SLASHINESS! Please escort the kiddies out the nearest door and resume your comfortable position in front of the screen.
Silver: And so it goes…
Chapter 2: Basic Instructions
"Now, pay close attention, please. No goofing off. These are the tools we will be using to aid us in our cookingmisterflintyouputthatknifebackrightnowthankyou." Mrs. Weasley led them through basic cooking utensils and some odd ones that "we won't be using very much."
And throughout the whole class, never again was a single glance exchanged between the two rivals.
"Headmaster, I'm no cook! I couldn't possibly—"
"You will do what is needed. Molly is feeling very poorly and has decided that because of her illness should not be around food until she is completely cured."
"But, sir—"
"It has been decided."
Ron hummed merrily to himself as he skipped down to the kitchens for the last cooking class before Christmas break. Harry was feeling poorly as well and was staying in the dormitories. Hermione was giggling with Lavender and Parvati about something Ron felt he probably didn't want to know about.
Sometimes being alone doesn't mean you're lonely.
And sometimes, it does.
"SNAPE?!"
The greasy-haired potions master looked up from the counter in the kitchen. "That's Professor Snape, Weasley and if you don't remember your manners from now on, I'm afraid I'll have to give you a detention."
"But where's my mum?"
"She is feeling under the weather, Weasley, so the headmaster appointed me as a substitute teacher until she is feeling better." By the look on Snape's face, he wasn't enjoying the change any more than Ron.
"Now. Mrs. Weasley has assigned a project to be completed over Christmas break—l" Groans from all over the room. "—but, they are due on the Thursday afterwards so if you'd like to slack off, you have four extra days to complete it." Cheers. "Quiet down, Granger, Brown. Miss Patil, PLEASE quit laughing…."
And the class continued. Snape outlined the project, over the correct way to concoct any sauce to be used on grilled fish. "You are already sorted into pairs… Finnigan and Zabini." Blaise grinned evilly as Seamus groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Patil and Parkinson." Pansy and Parvati stuck their tongues out at each other. "Potter and Goyle. Weasley, make sure Potter is notified of this, will you?" Goyle did nothing. "Crabbe and Thomas…" Dean rolled his eyes and muttered something.
Hermione was paired with Millicent Bulstrode, and finally… "Weasley…and Malfoy."
"WHAT?!"
"Weasley, keep your voice down."
The red haired boy fumed. Malfoy, however, scribbled something in his ever-present notebook and stared right through Ron.
How incredibly weird. It's like he doesn't even see me!
But the fun was only just beginning….
"Harry, you got paired up with the troll."
"Which one?" Harry made a point of sitting up, but groaned from the pain in his head and went back down.
"Goyle."
"Fucktastic."
Ron's eyebrows raised in amusement. "That's a new one."
"There's a lot of amount of time in fourteen hours, you know."
"…………."
"Right."
Ron blinked as a great eagle owl perched precariously on the edge of his toast. "What do you want?" he muttered, untying the letter from its leg. The owl flew off and left Ron with a mutilated piece of toast and droppings in his orange juice.
Meet me in the library at 7 pm Wednesday.
"That's it?"
Harry, now recovered, looked over at his friend's note. "What's it?"
"Just says to meet someone in the library."
A spoon was put to a mouth in thought. "Who'd you get paired up with, Ron?"
"Malfoy."
"Probly him then."
"Probly." And no more was said.
End Chapter 2.
I swore I'd get this up! WOOO! I am on SUCH a roll! Okay, next chapter coming soon, don't forget me!