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Seven Minutes in Heaven
Chapter two
The Memory Potion
Harry sighed taking his usual seat next to Ron. Potions was one class he'd be able to live without, after all he was an amateur when it came to potions. He'd either end up knocking the ingredients off the table or mutate a potion horribly. Then there was Snape, who breathed down his back constantly waiting for the perfect slip-up and haul him into detention. He glanced at the black board, pulling out his parchment, ink, and quill.
"You will copy every single line, word for word. Five minutes. Begin."
"Bloody perfectionist." Ron muttered, hurriedly copying the board's contents. He chewed the tip of his quill, reviewing his written words.
'A Memory Potion?'
Why in the hells would Snape do something as simple as a Memory Potion? The instructions seemed easy enough that even he, Potion-cock-up-Potter, would be able to complete. Rememberalls and Memory charms suited people nowadays, they were much more convenient to use. He shrugged, maybe this potion could improve the landslide in his grades.
"Today, we will make something simple. A memory potion if you will. I expect that you all pass this with flying colors. Isn't that right Potter?" The potion master said.
"Yes sir." He muttered, catching the taunts and various jeers from the Slytherins.
He could hear Ron swearing under his breath, stating a thousand different things he'd like to do to with Hogwart's Resident Potion professor. The Gryffindor snickered, hearing about Snape tied upside down wrapped in assorted amounts of the Weasley twins' all purpose trick wrapping paper.
"Something funny Potter?"
"No sir."
Snape looked skeptical but dismissed it. "The ingredients are on the shelves. You may begin."
Harry sighed, slugging his way onto the shelves, Ron following closely behind him. After gathering Dragonsblood, Willow roots, and newt eyes, the pair set to work.
After carefully preparing and adding the ingredients, the duo waited, silently hoping that Potion-cock-up-Potter or Whack-up-Weasel hadn't struck again. Harry crossed his fingers whilst Ron chewed his fingernails, waiting in silence suspense on the outcome of their potion.
They sighed in relief, the potion simmering to a thick maroon-like hue, just as the recipe on the board said it would. While others weren't so lucky, Lavender Brown's cauldron exploded as well as like Parvati Patil and Dean Thomas. Snape was seething, the potion was simple enough, couldn't they get it through their thick skulls?
"Enough you incompetent fools! As punishment for your outrageous failure, you will drink your damned potions. If you have failed I will personally see to it that you'd be sent to Madame Pomfrey."
The Gryffindor's stared at their potions in horror.
"We will start with..." The potion master's beetle black eyes swept across the room. "Longbottom."
Neville gulped, his fingers shaking as he raised the vial to his lips, the dark purple liquid sliding down his throat. The vial slipped through his fingers and fell to the floor now shattered. Hermione looked worried, Ron looked tense, and Harry was dumbstruck, while the Slytherins roared with laughter.
He opened his mouth to speak, only to have a slug ooze it's way from his lips. Everyone scrunched their noses in distaste while Hermione stood up from her seat to help the boy.
"That will not be necessary Miss Granger." Snape reprimanded. "Pansy will you please take Neville to the infirmary?"
The Slytherin frowned, another slug popping out of Neville's mouth. Snape made a sweeping motion, ushering the disgruntled Gryffindor and unwilling Slytherin out the door.
Once again, Snape's eyes browsed through the unwilling faces landing on a particularly confident Draco Malfoy. His lips curled into a smirk.
"Mr. Malfoy if you will?"
The blonde sneered at the Gryffindors before plucking the vial and pouring it's contents into his mouth, in a dignified fashion or so he'd like to call it.
"Mr. Malfoy would you please quote me on yesterday's lesson on Dragons blood?"
The blonde did just that. Snape gave a pleased smile, "Fifty points for Slytherin for that wonderful recitation."
Gryffindors stared in disbelief. Fifty points? What was Snape playing at? The greasy git was handing out points like favors!
"Greedy bastard." Ron muttered darkly.
"Is there something you'd like to say Weasley?"
Color drained from Ron's face, "No Professor."
Harry shot Ron a sympathetic glance, the potion master's dark eyes giving him a heated stare. Snape's lips pursed into a frown, pacing around the nervous students. All wishing that they wouldn't leave this classroom, half bad as Neville had. No in hells way were they having slug mouth, that was just plain disgusting.
Meanwhile...
Madame Pomfrey shut her eyes in frustration as another teen was delivered to the Infirmary. It was Millicent Bulstrode, her bulldog-like face a sickly green littered with yellow and green spots, a dry croak escaping her lips. Her eyes widened in panic, uttering another shrill croak.
With a sigh, she patted the distressed girl on the arm and led her to a nearby chair, fetching a tangerine colored potion from the medicinal cabinet.
"There, there, dear. Drink this." Pushing the potion in the Slytherin's webbed hands.
She knitted her eyebrows in anger, Serverus was sure to get a yelling. Surely he knew it was hectic at this time with the various pranks and the unsuspecting first years always getting themselves into trouble.
The door opened with a creak, Seamus Finnegan bursting through the door, antlers sprouting out of his crown. She gestured to an empty seat before rushing to another patient. Blaise heaved a retch, his breakfast long gone. Pinching her nose, she pulled out her wand.
"Scourgify!"
The Golden trio watched as one by one as the students were rushed to the Infirmary, Snape inwardly cursing at his students' stupidity. Aware of the scolding he would receive from the other Professors as to why their students where missing not to mention Madame Pomfrey who had her hands filled, probably more than she imagined.
"Granger, it is your turn."
Almond brown eyes shining defiantly, Hermione drank her Maroon colored potion.
"Please tell me the potential uses of the Willow?"
"Willow itself is used to memory purposes. It's roots and leaves used for Memory potions, roots being more potent. It can also be used to for the Memorilia potion." Hermione replied smugly.
"Very good." Snape muttered turning his back.
Hermione stood from her chair enraged that she didn't recieve points as Draco did. "But that's not fair!"
"Are you questioning my methods Granger?" He snapped.
"No I-"
"40 points from Gryffindor."
Hermione looked stunned, sitting back down.
Slytherins smothered snickers, silently pointing and jeering at the flustered Hermione. Theodore Notts giving a Hermione-like impression, the rest clapping with mirth.
The rest of the remaining Gryffindors roared in protest quickly silenced by Snape's penetrating glare.
"Hermione? You okay?"
She managed a nod, digging a hole in her parchment with the tip of her quill.
Snape circled the classroom once more, his eyes trained on a certain brunette.
"Potter."
Hermione and Ron gave him a reassuring nod, he sent back a weak grin. Grabbing the vial, he poured the thick maroon liquid into his mouth, leaving a bitter taste on his tongue. He blinked rapidly, his eyes misting over, images of last night replaying before his eyes.
/Flashback/
Harry blinked owlishly as he stumbled into the closet. Draco cursed.
He watched in a childlike fashion as Draco slammed a fist against the door, turning the knob frantically. With another curse, Draco slid back down. Gray eyes lit up, an idea clearly on his lips.
"Psst Potter! Use Alohamora on the door!"
He payed no heed to the blonde's words, staring intently on the ripe pink lips from which the words came. He jerked forward, Draco's hand fisted into the collar of his shirt. He snaked his arms around his back, pushing him so that the Slytherin sat stiffly in his lap.
"What the hell Potter-"
Quickly he mashed his lips against his.
/End flashback/
Slowly the haze lifted, the images of the night spent in the closet sinking in. His eyes rolled back and he fell to the floor.
"Merlin, Harry!"
"Professor Snape he's-"
"I am perfectly aware of what happened Weasley."
"I'll take him to the infirmary." Hermione volunteered.
"Malfoy! Go!" He ordered, blatantly ignoring Hermione's request. He placed a levitating charm on the unconscious Gryffindor. Malfoy's eyes widened in suprise quickly masking it as he walked out the door, Harry floating behind him.
Draco cursed, shoving his hands in his pocket, turning sharply around the corner. Just his luck, he was stuck with the sole person he was intent on avoiding for the next few hours. He had a clue on the reason why Harry had fainted, after all he had just took Memory Potion. So Harry knew, and would probably be pressing for an answer the next time he saw him. He racked his brain for different way to approach this.
He got it! He'd take the easy way out. Denial. Denial. Denial.
No questions, no answers, no problems.
Draco was home free.
He veered to the left, staring at the paintings that lined the wall with faint interest. He sighed, getting to the infirmary would take awhile.
Back at the classroom...
Snape sat at his desk, surveying the class. Many of the Gryffindors and some Slytherins were missing, a total of 12 students still left in the class. After Potter had fainted, he had had put the class to work on the next lesson, hoping it would keep them quiet for the next fifteen minutes.
He was quite eager for this class to end, today's events were a little more than overwhelming for the Potion's master. Sighing, he pinched the area between his eyes, dreading for the headache to come. A little of Madame Malin's Headache preventer would do some good right about now.
- - - -
A few right turns and many minutes later, Draco arrived at the infirmary, flinging the door open and pointing the unconscious levitating Harry Potter a few feet away from him. Sighing, Madame Pomfrey lead him to an empty room, using her wand to levitate Harry safely onto the bed. Sensing his job was done, he turned towards the exit. Madame Pomfrey laid a hand on his shoulder, Draco halting to a stop.
"Hold on just a minute Dear. Could you stay awhile until he wakes up? I need you to give this to him." She placed a small blue potion in his empty hand. "Terribly sorry. I can't stay to watch him. I've got to tend to the other seventeen dearie." She gestured to the various other doors.
He nodded, Madame Pomfrey placing a sweet kiss on his forehead and giving him a grateful smile. His cheeks flushed from the sudden affection. She laughed, bounding out the door. Draco pulled up a chair next to the bed staring at the bluish potion, the glass feeling cold against his palm.
- - - -
Pansy grinned, her face pressed up against the glass of one of the door windows. This would be the perfect opportunity for him and sleeping beauty to live happily ever after. She noted his pink cheeks, stifling a giggle. All she had to do was watch and let everything unfold, then the planning would begin.
"Pansy? What are you doing standing on the stool?" Millicent muttered blearily, sitting up.
"Quiet! Or Drakey will notice us." Giving her a dismissive wave.
"All right." Millicent yawned. "But you know he'll kill you if he finds out."
She scoffed. "That's why you won't tell him."
"Whatever."
Harry groaned, his insides feeling as if they had done a three-sixty. He opened his eyes, Draco Malfoy staring at him expectantly. He tossed a potion towards him, catching it with his seeker skills.
"For your stomach." Draco stated bluntly, folding his arms crossly.
He eyed the cerulean liquid suspiciously, the Slytherin snorted.
"It's not poison. Straight from Madame Pomfrey herself."
He pulled the cork out and downed it, the potion immediately soothing his upset stomach.
"What are you doing here?"
"Pomfrey."
"About last night, Did I really kiss you?" Harry asked, his eyes boring into Draco's gray ones.
Draco stood up, head towards the door. He paused, his hand barely touching the doorknob. "Don't kid yourself Potter." Before he turned the knob and shut the door behind him.
Harry ran a hand through his messy raven locks, Malfoy was hiding something and he was determined to find out.
At that exact moment, a door swung open, Pansy tumbling out with a stool toppled over to the side, a sheepish expression on her face.
"Oops?"
AN: ::sigh:: There we go! Another chapter! A tad longer than the first but hopefully an improvement. ::grins sheepishly:: Third chapter is going to be so much more fun, The Long Waited Detention!! Thanks for reading! Review Dahlings!
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