This is for Holly/Madrabbit5 who has corrupted my mind and forced me into the mindset of Snarry.
Draco took careful aim at Harry's cauldron with his leftover daisy roots. He tossed them lightly across the aisle and they hit the rim and slid silently into the simmering concoction; turning it from an opaque grey to a sunny, translucent yellow.
Harry shot a sidelong glance at the Slytherin, but Draco only smirked back at him.
"Ten points from Gryffindor for sheer foolishness." Snape stated smoothly. "I'll see you at eight o'clock tonight for detention, Mr. Potter."
Harry sighed and went about trying to fix his potion.
"Thanks a lot, Draco." Harry whispered as he returned the ingredients to the supply cupboard.
"Not a problem, Pot—Harry," He drawled softly, turning to leave the classroom with Blaise.
Finished with his ingredients he returned to his book-bag to find that he was the only student left behind. Snape was giving him a very calculating gaze.
"We really need to improve your wand technique, Mr. Potter. Perhaps we can find an exercise to improve your grip."
Harry smiled awkwardly.
"I'll see you tonight, Harry?"
"Of course… professor."
Oh the implications….
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