A/N: Well Hellllllloooooo (lmao, that's from Seinfeld!) Well, I feel like a complete mud mangled bitch... I am completely horrible at updating! Hmmm, I don't understand why you all read my nonsense anyhow! But I absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE yalls reviews! One of you asked me what my nationality was, well darling, I am Italian! Sexy isn't it! lmao.

Well, you didn't wait all this time to read about my happy horse shit, so ON WITH THE STORY! lol... horse shit...

DISCLAIMER: The characters are J.K.'s, and the blame for the tragic plot rest upon my own shoulders! What a sad, sad story... hmmm...

"It should be bloody illegal for them to continue this nonsense! I swear Snape is out to get me!" Hermione leaned closer to the boiling cauldron in front of her, taking a deep breath of the light green vapors.

"Mione, you already know Snape hates all of us Gryffindors. But he seems to have taken a liking to giving you detention. Better you then me..." Harry placed some more silver hairs into the liquid, which created a fine neon dust to form. It had been a week since Hermione had to serve detention for missing Potions, and already she had received another one.

"How in the name of Merlin can I get detention for raising my hand the incorrect way? He's just making up excuses to get me in trouble! No, Harry, your adding to many hairs." Harry looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Well, smell it then. It's suppose to resemble a sweet, honey-like aroma. How else would the victims drink it?"

Harry inclined towards the kettle and sniffed, then removed his face. The scent reminded him of Taco Night at the Dursleys... not a very heart-warming memory. "Hermione, there's only one way to get him off your back." They both looked up at Professor Snape as he snarled at Ron's cauldron. "We kill him."

"What?"

"I was just kidding Mione." Hermione looked back at her spell book, a slight smile on her lips. "Unless of course you think we could get away with it. We can plead insane!" Hermione giggled, but shook her head.

"That's quite alright Harry. Killing a teacher would end up on my permanent record."

"Oh yeah... permanent record. Never mind the fact they would...you know...send us to Azkaban."

"Mr. Longbottom! You incompetent fool! If you added anymore acidic tears, you would have burned a hole right through my table! Bring it up here, boy, and show the class how difficult it is to add ONE drop of Guppies tear." Everyone looked up as a very red and very upset Neville stood up. The potion in his cauldron had turned a sickly yellow and was dripping right through the bottom.

"I...I... thought I was suppose to add one drop ev...every time I added a hair..."

"No...No, No NO! If it only says ONE TEAR, you only add ONE TEAR! Who is your partner? Why didn't he stop you?" All eyes were on Nevilles partner, who just happened to be-

"Malfoy told me that I was suppose to add it in like that!" Nevielle looked at his partner, pleading for Draco to admit to the false procedure.

"Mr. Malfoy... did you tell Longbottom to add 7 drops of Guppy tears?" Snape seemed aggravated that he might have to actually punish his favorite student.

Draco sat in his seat and crossed his bare arms over his robe. He looked up at Snape slyly and replied, "Yes, I read it wrong Professor. I apologize for the mistake." Snape grunted, then turned toward the leaking cauldron. He tapped it with his wand and mumbled something, then the dripping object disappeared.

"That will be a detention at 7:00 sharp, Mr. Longbottom."

"But-but..."

"You would do better not to question me and to finish your potion before the end of class." Snape started at him sharply and Neville turned a darker form of red and sat.

"But Professor-"

"What now?" He turned and sent him a cool look, almost inviting him to get another detention.

"I...I don't have my cauldron..."

"Ask your partner for his. Now class... I want your potion turned in in 15 minuets, complete with a summary on what it does to the victim. I suggest you write quickly." He eyed the class, then stalked towards his desk.

"Mistake my ass, Draco made Neville mess up on purpose, the little prat."

"I already understand that, Harry, but we only have a little bit of time to fix this! Ok... add a pinch of that red dust over there and you have to stir until it turns kind of pink. I'll write the summary and you blend." Harry nodded, but mumbled something under his breath. Hermione placed the tip of her quill into the ink, then began to write.

"The Clato Nortese potion gives off a sweet aroma, tempting all who come near it. The trick is to detect the wolf hair, which is mainly used in potions to give a unreal feeling of calmness. Witches in the dark ages used this to trick warlocks into their homes, where they stole any magic necessities like their wands and spell books. Now, the potion is added to a beverage to give the victim a perspective of freedom and serenity. An individual who is under the potions power will talk more freely, become jittery and act like there are no consequences to any of their actions." She placed her name at the top and added Harry's under it.

"Does this look right Hermione?" She looked into the cauldron and, to her pleasant surprise, nodded.

"It looks perfect. Good job Harry!" He beamed at her rare compliment at his work and collected his books. Hermione took out the glass vile (which had Granger and Potter written on it magically in black ink) Snape had passed around and filled it with the off-pink juice. The bell rang just as she placed the vile and their paper on his desk.

Ron asked her something as she peaked at his cauldron. Whatever he and Pansy did, they did it wrong. The goo was an odd version of blue.

"Leave your cauldrons and pick them up Wednesday. You are dismissed, except you Mr.Weasley."

Harry and Hermione looked at their red-headed friend as he shrugged. They walked out the door and waited for him to appear with the students leaving the class.

Draco walked out, accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle and stopped in between Hermione and Harry. He turned and gave Harry a stern smirk, then looked over at Hermione. She raised her eyes to his as Harry watched.

Malfoy looked more rugged today with his tousled hair and his cool composure. His steel eyes dragged hers into them, taking her attention from Potter. My god he is so...uhhhhh... wait...NO...

Draco leaned towards her, his lips dangerously close to her ear as she stared at Harry, her eyes wide. She closed them when his hot breath hit her tender ear lobe.

"I'll see you later Granger... we have some...mmmm...un-finished business to attend to." She opened her eyes slowly as he stood up and smirked at her. With a slight wink, and hideous grunts from Crabbe and Goyle, he walked off.

"What...the hell... was that about?"

Hermione bit her lip as they both looked up at a curious Ron. He stood in the doorway, staring blankly at Malfoys back, then he turned his attention to Hermione.

"I... I don't really know."

"What the hell does Malfoy think he's doing, getting all close to your bloody ear...-Hiccup-...People might get the wrong idea."

Harry narrowed his eyes onto Hermiones, as if trying to see something in them that would give him some sort of hint. "Mione, has he... tried anything. We all know what he's been doing all year and-"

"He hasn't done anything Harry. Honestly, you two! He's just trying to annoy you and it looks as if its working." Hermione tilted her head a bit. Merlin, why am I defending Malfoy? And did Ron just hiccup?

"Ron, did you just hiccup?" Harry asked, his eyes away from Hermiones. Ron just giggled a bit.

"Ron, what the bloddy hell is wrong with you?"

"Snape made me test the Clap-o Nortcheesy potion... heehee..."

"Do you mean the Clato Nortese potion, Ron... it isn't suppose to make you this spaced out." Ron didn't answered but stared at his hand with interest, smiling like a loon.

"Great, they drugged him."

"Great, They druffed him...Harry you silly...goose...hahaha..." Ron's face was covered in one giant grin. He tripped on the step and grabbed onto Harry for support, giggling the whole time. People began to turn and look at Ron's blatant drunkenness.

"Did he just call me a goose?" Harry asked, helping Ron stand straight. Hermione pulled him up and replied.

"I guess... c'mon, lets take him into the common room before he does anything stupid." Ron grabbed their arms and flopped onto the floor, dragging his friends down with him. The students surrounding them all laughed at the sight, and it was really quite funny.

"Ronald!" You big drunk fool! Great, now I probably have dirt on my ass...

The scene also caught Malfoys eyes...

"Would you look at that, Weasly is trying to nail Potter and Granger... in the middle of a hallway too..." Crabbe and Goyle did their usual grunt, which if translated in 'Porky little bitch-ennese', is "HaHa"

Hermione was about to say something, but Ron stood up first. He staggered stupidly towards the three Slytherins, and pointed his finger right in Malfoys face.

"I never liked you..." He mumbled slowly.

"I'm glad to hear the Weasel, now please remove your finger from my face-"

"No- I will not please remove your finger from my face..." He slurred out, along with a light laugh.

"Ron, just forget about it." Harry offered, standing up too.

"And you-" Ron pointed at Goyle, " you... are very, very rounddddd." While saying the word round, Ron moved as if hula-hooping. The students all chuckled at the dumb dance.

Crabbe grunted, which, if translated into 'I'm a stupid little mother fucker fat-ass- ennese' would stand for "You'll regret that...and I like ice cream."

"Oh don't make me go on to you...Crabbe." Ron turned towards to pudgy boy. "Crabbe...you're so scary Crabbe. Your mom named you Crabbe for merlins sake! Your parents must have hated you!" The student all laughed, then stopped at Draco's cold look.

"You twit, Crabbe is his last name!" Draco spit out. Ron twisted his head to glare at him...

"Ron, lets just go..." Hermione grabbed Ron and glared at Draco. He sent her a slight smile and she walked Ron in the other direction. Harry followed, and along with a few disgruntled giggles, you could hear Ron yelling "Crabbey Wabbey" as they walked.

A/N: Sorry I didn't write a whole, lot, I just haven't had much time to type... so sorry!

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