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A/N: Hey peeps I know you'll love this story..So keep reading. Shout out to Stephie for being such an awesome friend. Oh by the way, Someone tell me if it's ok to not write a disclaimer every chapter. I want to just get to the story. Is it ok? As long as it's in the first chapter right?
Chapter 4: Awry Potion
Altus Mentis, A potion not to be taken lightly. Draco just would not stop messing around with the ingredients. We had been making this potion for twenty minutes now, and we are finally almost done, but somehow he finds purposely messing up funny. I can't yell at him, or even strongly assert him because I'm trying to kill with kindness. I swear, if he messes up one more time I will burst!
Pop! The potion started to bubble. This didn't shock anyone because it was supposed to bubble for twenty seconds, and then simmer for another half of a minute. After we finished watching it simmer, we added the Turtle-weed Flower and stirred it in. The final directions were to wait five minutes and stir it again until it turns an orane color.
"So now we wait." I moved the book an inch towards Draco so he could read what we had to do.
He made an annoyed face and complained, "Why do have to wait five minutes before we stir? Why can't we just do it now? I'm getting impatient."
Knowing he was trying my patience, I only answered with, "Well, If we rush the potion we won't pass. So, just relax for a few minutes."
"Relax?" His eyes met mine, but they didn't give off good vibes, "Why should I take advice from a mudblood?"
"Just because you call me names doesn't mean you can't take any advice from me. I was just trying to help." My words meant nothing to him.
"I don't want help from someone with filthy blood. You disgust me. Acting all happy and perky when inside you actually have no friends and you are so...so...pathetic." his words meant nothing to me. That was a lie. Those words stung my heart like a damned bumblebee. I did no cry, nor did I show my hurt feelings. After all, I never did cry.
If I never cried then why did I feel like doing so? Probably because of all the years I held in those watery pain-relievers. I lifted my chin, looked at the potion and then back into Draco's mean, blue eyes. I opened my mouth, but I did not speak. Professor Snape stood up and announced that the class would have to test the potions.
Why did he pick our potion to be tested again? Snape had picked us yesterday. He said that Draco and I made a skillful team and that he wanted to use us again. How did we make a skillful team when I ended up pouring goop all over Draco yesterday? Perhaps Snape just wanted me to humiliate myself again. That wasn't going to happen. I had control this time because there was no sticky glue stuff to get stuck to. It was a simple relaxation potion and wouldn't affect anyone harmfully unless overdosed. I didn't plan on overdosing, so I guess I was safe.
Stepping in front of the class behind the 'testing table,' Draco and I set our cauldron down. We yet again felt eyes on us and faced each other.
"I'm not testing it, Maguire." Draco raised his eyebrow.
I sighed and took a spoon of the potion, but before I drank some, Professor Snape cut in.
"You will both try it." Severus directed.
Taking a spoon of the minty tasting potion, I handed the spoon to Malfoy. He took a quick slurp of it and placed the spoon back in the cauldron. Feeling a bit woozy, I hunched over and Malfoy followed. He must have been feeling the same way. Suddenly, I couldn't see. Everything turned blurry and confused. I felt completely weird. My insides were churning, my head was light, my knees were weak, and I couldn't do anything about it. I heard a thump as though someone fell over. I tried to stay standing, but couldn't. I doubled over and felt arms wrap around me as I blacked out.
Ooooh....pink bunnies...
Blurry, my sight was blurry, but not as blurry as before. Before, what happened before? All I can remember is hearing a thump and then everything went blank. Alright, not everything went blank. I still remember someone catching me before.....Did I fall?
"...She's just fine, don't worry about it Professor. Just a little woozy from the fall. Malfoy, on the other hand, has a splitting headache." Someone was talking to someone else.. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet though. I wanted the mystery of who was talking to whom. I wanted to guess.
"The potion was perfect," Snape's voice...Snape's silky but rough voice spoke, "I don't understand it. I even tested it and I'm fine."
"Did you taste it from another cauldron, or use a different spoon, or anything?" Apparently this other person Snape was talking to was female, an older female.
"I," Snape cleared his throat, "I used a different spoon, but I took the potion from the same cauldron as they did. What are you suggesting?"
"Perhaps the spoon had something on it. Another potion or ingredient that didn't mix well with the Altus Mentis. Was the spoon clean?" The female sounded upset.
"No," Draco's voice joined in on the conversation, "It wasn't clean. I checked. I think Maranda forgot to wash it yesterday."
What was he talking about? He told me he would clean the cauldron and spoon yesterday. I know he said it!
"Very well then," There went Snape's voice again, "I must have a word with her when she awakes. Teach her a lesson or two about responsibilities. If they had taken anymore of that potion with that dirty spoon who knows what could've happened."
"...But Draco said he was going to clean it yesterday!" I shot up from the bed, which I regretted, and opposed.
My sight now clear, I could see that the female was Madame Pomfrey, Professor Snape, and Draco Malfoy...The ferret. Snape gave me his usual evil glare at me and Draco crossed his arms.
"I did not say I was going to clean anything!" Draco wanted to argue..
"Yes, you did! You told me to put the bottles of ingredients away and you would take care of the cauldron and spoon. You told me you would," I wasn't in the mood to be nice anymore, "and now all of a sudden you have to pretend you didn't say it just so I can get in trouble for something I didn't do? What is wrong with you?" Getting up from the bed, I walked over to face Draco and continued yelling at him. "How can you lie so much and get away with it? How can you do this all the time? I did nothing to deserve the crap you give me. Just because you're a Slytherin doesn't mean you have to get others in trouble to suck up to Snape!"
"Miss Maguire, that is enough!" Snape grabbed my arm and pulled me away from Malfoy, "You have detention tonight in my room from seven to ten. Now, If I were you I'd leave this room at once before you lose anymore of your temper."
Yanking my arm from Snape's grip, I left the Hospital wing and slowly paced towards the dungeon. I had to get my school supplies after all. On the way down I heard footsteps behind me. Sure enough, it was 'the Ferret.' Draco called my name, I turned around, and he smiled devilishly.
"Now, Mudblood, you not only got yourself in trouble, but you got me in trouble too! Snape gave me a detention with you because he doesn't know what to believe. He thinks you didn't clean the spoon, but he says I should've checked everything before leaving the class. Stupid girl, It was only supposed to be you to get in trouble. Thanks a lot, Mudblood." Malfoy left towards the dungeon. He had to get his belongings as well. I stayed in the hall for a moment though, just thinking.
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Seven p.m. came faster than a flying broomstick on full speed. I wasn't ready for detention, but I dropped my books and backpack in the common room before I went to detention.I did bring one notebook in case though. As I walked in the dungeon hall, a horrible chill passed over me. I opened the Potion room's door and walked in without a word. Draco was already there, and Snape was at his desk apparently reading something. lifting his head, Snape told me to sit next to Draco. Was this my punishment?
"Sitting by him is essential because I won't have to keep looking all over the room. You will sit there, and not speak a word. Three hours until you both are released from this room. you may work on homework or anything you'd like, but no talking. I wasn't prepared to have a detention tonight, so you aren't assigned any punishment or community service for the school. Now, I'm going to be in and out of the classroom at times and I want best behavior. Otherwise I will be at my desk correcting papers and getting tomorrow's lesson together." Professor Snape finished speaking to us and looked back at whatever he was reading.
Taking my notebook and quill out, I started to draw a flower. I hadn't anything else to do. Draco sneered at me and then took out his own notebook. He started to write something...I couldn't see what, and I didn't care either. A thought popped up in my head; Hermione and Harry were discussing something earlier in Transfiguration class. Harry said that there would be a Halloween dance on Halloween night, and the students and faculty would have to dress up in full costume in order to attend. The thought that popped in my head was quickly written down next to my flower; If I could make a costume, I could probably persue plans that swam in my brain.
Now if I found a sewing machine somewhere in the school I would seriously create a costume that would blow everyone away. I already had an image in my head. Turning to a new page in my clean notebook, I drew the costume I had in mind. A black tutu, a black corset, and my knee-high black boots with very high heels. I loved my boots! They looked like combat boots. I hadn't worn them for three years though, so I'd be surprised if they still fit.
Feeling a poke on my shoulder, I saw Draco hand me a paper folded in half. I unfolded it and read, You are a filthy mudblood. I shook my head and brought my quill to the parchment.
If I am a mudblood, then you are a ferret.
Malfoy responded with, I am not a ferret. You stupid little child!
I held back a laugh as I wrote back to him, I'm not a child...I'm the same damn age as you!
So? Was Malfoy's one-word answer. I took the paper and crumpled it up. I didn't want to write to him any longer. I had plans to make.
Time went by slower than molasses. I was so bored after a half hour went by. I made the plans and more drawings of my costume. Draco was busy reading a book about dragons, so there wasn't any fun in fighting with him at the moment. Yes, I have fun fighting with him...I was being sarcastic. Tired...So very tired...
Tick....tick....Tick....tick...
Damn clock annoyed me too much. I started to hum to myself but I got a horrible look from Snape. I stopped without questioning him. Draco closed his dragon book and coughed. Then he cleared his throat.
"Yes, Mister Malfoy, what is it?" Snape asked Malfoy.
Draco stretched his arms and complained, "It's really boring in here, Professor. I have finished all of my homework and read ahead in one of my classes. I have nothing to do."
"I suppose you could leave early since you were working. Go ahead Mister Malfoy, I'm relieving you." Snape was honestly confusing me. How could he just let Draco leave like that? I asked if I could leave, and I got a question for a reply.
"Did you work on any homework, Miss Maguire? Have you done anything to better your education?" Professor Snape waited for my answer.
"No...." I couldn't lie.
"Then," Snape pointed at me, "You have to stay." He put his hand down and continued his job.
My sanity was wearing thin. I had nothing to keep myself busy with and Snape wouldn't let me leave. Soon, time was going by even slower, which is something I didn't understand, and I was falling rather groggy and tired. I put my head on my arms and closed my eyes. I wasn't going to fall asleep. I told myself not to, but usually I never take my own advice so I did start to fall asleep. How ironic.
Miss Maguire...Miss Maguire wake up... Who was calling me? My guess it was Snape. I could tell by the way he said my name; He said it as though I had killed someone. He always called me with such a temper it could scare anyone.
Opening my eyes, I saw Professor Snape standing before me. His arms were crossed and his sneer was crystal clear. I yawned and stretched my arms out, then sat normally again.
"Miss Maguire you were sleeping." He tends to tell me things I'm already aware of.
Yawning again, I let out, "Uh-huh. I know...I was tired...Needed a nap."
"Go," He instructed, "Go back to your common room. It's almost midnight. Next detention, if you get one sooner or later, will be better prepared so don't expect a naptime. Now leave before I do find something you can do."
Without any further delays, I left the room with my notebook in hand. I dashed up to the Gryffindor common room and jumped into my bed after changing into my pajamas. I was going to need as much sleep as possible if I were to initiate the plan soon. Halloween was only a few weeks away and I needed to get supplies, my costume, a boombox, and a cassette tape of some hard metal music. I had such a perfect plan! But first, sleep.....