It's too good to be true
Chapter 12 (I suppose)
Slytherin Prince?
The bell rang. "Damn, time for potions. Yipee."
Hermione sighed. "Oh, Ron. Potions isn't that bad if you actually listen to what Snape is teaching, and not end up causing an explosion right after you put the first ingredient in the cauldron."
Harry coughed to cover up a laugh.
A familiar drawl was heard from the back of the trio. "Hello losers. If you could make way for the Slytherin Prince, aka me, then you shall be blessed with a whole's day peace." Hermione, Harry and Ron whipped around.
Harry snorted. "Oh please! You? Slytherin Prince? HA! You know, even Crabbe stands a better chance than you."
All the teenagers looked at Crabbe together instinctively. He was, in fact, picking his nose at that time. (Everyone! All together now, EW!) Draco Malfoy smirked. "Hey, Potter, you have a very unique taste. Good for you." With that, Draco, Goyle and, well, the "Slytherin Prince" headed towards the dungeons.
Shaking her head, Hermione made her way with Harry and Ron to Potions too. "That git, wait till I tear him a new arse!" Hermione stared at Ron, appalled. "Ron! Watch your language!" She walked into the dungeons and sat in the front row. Ron mumbled under his breath, so only Harry could hear him. "Yes, mum."
Snape swung open the dungeons door and strode in. "Students to work in pairs. We'll be making the Polyjuice Potion today. It's a complicated potion, so…" Harry, Hermione and Ron gave each other mischievous grins. Ron was exceptionally happy. "Well, since I've got practice with this before, the risk of blowing up my third cauldron is lowered. Oh, and even if I blow it up, Neville will most likely do the same. Such a complex potion, I would like to see him walking out of this classroom slim-free." Hermione and Harry burst outs laughing. Snape glared at them, "Ten points off Gryffindor! Such behavior! From a Head Girl too! Dumbledore should be informed."
The trio kept a straight face throughout the lesson.
Draco Malfoy was at the other end of the classroom. Crabbe? Better than me? Come on, Potter must have been kidding. He stole a glance at Crabbe. He HAS to be.
Not to anyone's surprise, there was a loud explosion at the back of the classroom. The students were used to it as it happened almost every lesson, and did not bother to turn back to look. Snape sighed, and said boredly, "You are excused, Longbottom. Go to the hospital wing. The temperature of the Polyjuice Potion can be quite high sometimes."
Before the end of the lesson, Hermion, Harry and Ron had finished with their potions. Grinning, they proudly took it to Snape. The professor looked at the Gryffindors, and smirked. "Ahh, Potter. Fine, I shall grade the three of yours right now." He tested the potion using animals. The three Gryffindors let a sigh of relief when each of their Potions were able to turn the frogs into looking like a cup. Snape frowned with disappointment. "You three get an O each." Grinning broadly, they went back to their seats, feeling extremely satisfied with themselves. Draco Malfoy finished his with ease too. He, also, got an O.
The Gryffindors could hear Pansy's sickeningly high voice across the classroom. "OH! Draco! You're soo smart!"
Harry, Ron and Hermione could not contain their laughter. Harry made a retching sound in his throat, and astonishingly, it could be heard by Malfoy right at the other end. Draco glared at his arch enemy fiercely. Harry covered his mouth and gasped in mock fear. "Oh, I'm really sorry! You know, I just couldn't help it. Spare me, oh royal one!" The Grffindors cheered their lungs out, and only stopped when Snape shouted, "Fifty points from Gryffindor!"
Ron shrugged his shoulders. "Oh well, it was worth it."
Hermione's mood that day was fairly good. At night, right after dinner, she went back to the Head's Room to have an early night. Draco was sitting near the fire reading a book. She peered over his shoulder. "What are you reading?" He looked up at her, "How to kill a mocking bird." She gasped. "Oh my goodness. Malfoy! That's a muggle's book!"
"So? Do you have a problem with that?"
She shook her head immediately, unable to hide the smile on her face. "No no, of course not. Glad you are enjoying it."
Hermione turned to walk into her bedroom, before Draco called out, "Good night Hermione. Sweet dreams."
She turned to face him. It surprised her sometimes at how nice a person Draco Malfoy can turn out to be. Smiling, Hermione walked towards the Slytherin Prince, and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "Good night to you too."
Slowly, she walked back into her bedroom, and shut the door softly with a soft "click".
Draco Malfoy smiled to himself, as he rubbed the spot on his forehead. No one has ever made him feel this way before, and shockingly enough, he liked it.
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