A/N: Silly me! I had to repost this sucker because I forgot to put my disclaimer on! Also, be warned, the rating for this story may change later
Disclaimer: The Tiresian potion and the Magi-roni belong to me, but everything else isn't mine. Though I wish I owned the Malfoy-ness.
Chapter One: It begins
"LONGBOTTOM!" Professor Snape bellowed, "Why is your Tiresian Potion orange?!"
Flinching a bit, Neville stammered, "W-what color was it supposed to be P-proffessor?"
"Green, Longbottom! I don't know how you still manage to pass this class!"
As Snape continued his tirade, the Slytherin half of the class broke out in suppressed giggles. One boy didn't even try to hide his laughter, instead opting for open ridicule-Draco Malfoy.
"I don't know why he even bothers to come to class anymore-he'd never get even one potion right without the help of that stupid Granger. He probably couldn't even cook McPhearson's Magi-roni without burning it!"
Forgotten, Neville's potion began to simmer alarmingly. It boiled faster, and soon began to froth. Harry Potter, who was sitting next to the cauldron, noticed it first when some of the fluid hit the counter with a hiss.
"Uh, Professor?" Snape ignored him, so he tried a bit louder, "Professor?!"
"What?!" Snape whipped around just in time to see the cauldron tip forward. His eyes grew big as he screamed, "HIT THE DECK!!"
Harry, whose seeker reflexes had saved him many times before, was the first to land on the floor. The other students were only a split second behind him, but it was enough. The cauldron exploded, sending bits of potion and metal flying, the little bits of shrapnel embedding themselves in tables, books, even the stone of the walls. The gelatinous contents of some broken jars crawled down what remained of the glass display cabinet they'd been housed in. Snape stood up carefully with his students to look at his destroyed classroom.
Draco made a face, "Longbottom, I didn't think it was possible, but that, " his lip curled into the trademark Malfoy Sneer, "...potion...smells so bad I can actually taste the stink!"
Fortunately, the bell rang then, spilling students out into the halls. Both the Gryffindors and the Slytherins scrambled to pack up their things and leave. Unfortunately, Snape was quicker than he looked.
"Longbottom! Potter! Twenty points each shall be taken from your house and you shall both be given detentions for this..." he gestured wildly, indicating his new decor, "this...fiasco!"
Harry's mouth dropped open, " P-professor! I-"
Snape cut him off, " You are Longbottom's friend, are you not?! You should have been watching what he was doing!" the man straightened to his full, somewhat imposing height, "You, Longbottom, will be de-worming the giant squid with Hagrid. You, Potter, will report to the infirmary to scrub bedpans. Your detentions are set for tomorrow night. Dismissed!"
Harry and Neville parted ways outside the classroom. Neville trudged in the direction of the Gryffindor dormitory, having decided to forgo dinner. Harry headed toward the Great Hall, but only got as far as the corner before running into Ron and Hermione.
"Snape's done it again, hasn't he?" Ron asked, already knowing the answer, "What was his excuse this time?"
"That I should have been watching Neville! " Harry huffed, "Even with Hermione helping him, his potions still go wrong when Snape makes him so nervous!"
The three friends strode through the immense doors that guarded the Great Hall. Ron found them seats as Hermione started in on the expected tirade about Snape's behavior. But something was missing. Harry didn't realize what was up until he scanned the Hall, trying to figure it out.
"Where's Malfoy?"
Seamus looked up from the chicken leg he was currently devouring, "Saw 'em after class, going in the direction of the Slytherin dormitory. Looked a bit green about the gills," he smiled evilly, a bit of chicken hanging from his lip, "Guess the smell of that potion must have upset his delicate stomach."
Harry laughed, enjoying the thought of his enemy being sick for a moment before more pressing matters-like food-pushed the image out of his mind.