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Chapter 2 Friends, Fights, and Foes

Harry woke up to Ron beating him in the head with a pillow.

"Ron what the fuck?" Harry screamed.

"We're going to be late! We have to have to get to potions," Ron answered as he pulled up his jeans, grabbing his robes.

Harry walked into the dungeons closely accompanied by Ron, Hermione, and Clara. Everyone was quick to notice the definite change in the way the room looked, no longer was it dark and dreary it was brightly lit up with a homey glow to it.

"Wow! This room has change a lot since Snape had it!" Hermione exclaimed.

"Oh by the way I've been meaning to ask you guys. What was the big deal about Snape during the feast? Nobody looked happy about him getting a class switch, definitely not you Harry," Clara asked looking over at Harry.

The trio went into an in depth explanation about Snape's checkered past and undying hate for Harry. As the story came to an end Harry noticed that most of the seats in the room were occupied. It wasn't a big class, but it was also a class with the Slytherins so that made it all worse. Draco Malfoy was in the back of the room with a sour looking kid named Blaise; Harry noticed that Crabbe and Goyle weren't with him, "big surprise," he thought to himself, "Like they would be able to get any good scores on their owls."

Slughorn entered the room greeting his students joyfully, "Hello class! Today we will be having a contest to see who can make the best sleeping drought. At the end of class I will judge who has the best potion and they will be awarded Felix Felics," he held up a small vial; inside was a shimmering gold potion, "Felix Felics is a good luck potion. This bottle will give the drinker about a day worth of luck. So please begin your potions."

Wiping the dust off the old potion book Harry borrowed from Slughorn Harry opened to the page on sleeping droughts.

The sleeping drought is one of the most common used potions. Its ingredients are not very hard to find, but it can be a complicated potion to brew. If brewed incorrectly it could cause a series of problems.

Harry skimmed through the rest of the cautions, as he turned the page to the instructions he noticed notes in crumpled handwriting along the margins. The writing appeared to be cliff notes that proved to work when Harry tried to brew his potion. Hermione seemed to be having trouble making her potion turn the desired forest green color, no matter what she did it wouldn't change from lime green, unlike Hermione's Clara's potion was coming along great, she smiled as she ladled the forest green potion into a vial. Ron's cauldron however was emitting a purple fog; Harry saw Ron drop to the floor as the fog got near him, along with six other students. Slughorn was beside himself, disappearing the potion as quick as he could; levitated the sleeping students out of the class room, yelling behind him class is dismissed. Harry was packing up his things when he noticed Draco walking towards him.

"What do you want Malfoy. Come to make more trouble for yourself," Harry threatened. Draco snickered, his blonde hair moved delicately across his face as he shook his head.

"No Potter, it seems your blood traitor friend Weasley has made enough trouble for everyone. I was just wondering if you could introduce me to your beautiful friend her. Being new and a pure blood I figure I should meet her," Draco answered glaring at Harry.

"Bug off Malfoy," Harry replied, putting the potions book in his bag.

"Ya, I'm sure Clara wouldn't be caught dead talking to some one as filthy as you, Malfoy," Hermione retorted.

"Shut you're filthy mouth Mudblood, if you know what's good for you," Draco laughed. Blaise, who was standing next to Draco, erupted in laughter at that comment.

Clara stopped as the words hit her; she locked eyes with Draco as she looked up. No matter how hard he tried to look away he couldn't, her eyes were to entrancing.

"Don't call her that!" Clara yelled," You need to learn some respect for people more powerful than you." Clara waved her wand, Draco couldn't move his whole body was tied with magical ropes, he tried to speak but it was useless, his voice was gone; Blaise fired a spell at Clare but she reflected it hitting him instead. He erupted in huge boils; he rolled around on the floor utterly shocked.

"Bye Draco!" Harry said stepping over Malfoy as he walked out of the room.

"Oh my Ron it was great. I can't believe you missed it. Clara got Draco and Blaise hexed himself," Hermione boasted to Ron who had finally woken up after three days of being in the hospital wing.

"Serves him right for calling you that. Clara how did you learn wordless magic?" Ron asked shoving a chocolate frog into his mouth.

"I learned it in school. My teacher's figured it was an important skill to learn early. It's rather helpful to, giving the caster the element of surprise," Clara answered as if reciting the words from a speech her teacher made.

It didn't take long for Ron to start bugging Harry on when tryouts would be for the House Quidditch team which ended in a long talk about Quidditch itself. Madam Pomphry rushed Harry, Hermione, and Clara out of the Hospital Wing at the start of dinner telling them that Ron needed his rest, so he would be out in a couple of days.

Clara excused herself to the library on their way to the Great Hall complaining about the essay that Snape had given her. When she entered the library there was only one empty table in sight; she sat down sprawling he books out on the table when a certain blonde haired Slytherin approached her.

"Do you mind if I sit here? There's no other tables," Draco asked.

"Are you sure that sitting next to a Gryffindor might not hurt your image?" Clara replied sarcastically.

"Maybe if that Gryffindor was a true Gryffindor then yes, but you are different entirely. So can I sit here?" he replied. Clara noticed that he had a pleading look in his eyes so she just shrugged and said, "Alright but don't bug me."

Clara continued working on her essay and Draco appeared to be until he broke the silence, "If your wondering my name is Draco Malfoy. Since you know we haven't had a proper introduction."

"I know!" she replied irritably, "You father is Lucius Malfoy who was is currently being held in Azkaban for being a death eater, if I'm not mistaken."

"You know I'm trying to be nice to you but you can't help yourself can you. Of course I know my father is in prison, but that's thanks to your buddy Potter. So if all your going to do is through stuff like that in my face them I'm going to leave," Draco stood up and started to gather up his things.

Clara was in a state of shock, she could hear a voice of warning telling her that she shouldn't do what she was about to do, but she did it anyway.

"I'm Clara Terrany. Please accept my apologies for my rudeness. I know I should be polite to everyone not just people I like. Our first meeting didn't go off so well, and I got the feeling you were an arrogant jerk," Clara met his eyes as she said, " and until you prove to me other wise that's my opinion. It was Draco's turn to be stunned, her words were so powerful and her eyes so entrancing, snapping out his shock Draco stood up.

"Whatever Clara," he retorted and walked out of the library, taking one look behind him meeting a pair of ocean blue eyes for a second before turning around.

Draco walked silently down the corridors pondering over Clara. Clara wasn't the first girl to make him angry no of course not, but she was the first to make him feel bad. "She has such talent, "he thought, "and those eyes so entrancing." Draco couldn't ignore the power concealed behind them. A thought crossed his mind, "I wonder if Potter knows that he has such a powerful witch so close to him."