Caffeine Craving.

A/N

This is set in the future. WoooOOOooOOo…I plan to jam (RHYME!) many, many things into this mini fic. YAY! It was have reference to slash! Because I am the author and I can do what I LIKE! BWAHAHAHAHA! On with the show!

By the by, I don't own anything from Harry Potter. Or Pustullio. But I DO own Timmy!

TIMMEH!

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Timmy Weasley skipped merrily through the dungeons. Now, I bet your wondering why a Weasley of all people was skipping through the dungeons. Also I bet your wondering if the author has some sort of addiction to italics. The answer to that is yes.

Anywho, back to Timmy.

Well, the reason Timmy was skipping the dungeons was because last week, freaky old Professor Snape, had gone and got himself blown up. You see, Severus Snape was making a potion (as he always is because he's addicted to the fumes) when a bit of grease from his hair had dripped into the cauldron, causing it to explode and for the dear Professor's brains to splatter all over the walls. Such a shame.

But that wasn't the only reason Timmy was skipping; the other reason was that their new Professor was Harry Potter! Timmy used to see Harry all the time when he was younger, because his mum and dad had been best friend with him in their school days. His dad had once said that back then the only person that wasn't better at potions than Harry was Neville Longbottom (the current Minister of Magic), so it had surprised everyone when Harry had gone and gotten himself Potions Mastery (Professor Snape almost had a heart attack).

Ever since Timmy started Hogwarts 2 years ago, he rarely saw Harry, who only visited Hogwarts every now and again to see his boyfriend Professor Draco Malfoy, who taught Defense.

Aaaanyway.

Timmy skipped (merrily) into the potions classroom. Class wasn't meant to start for another half an hour, but he had nothing better to do so he thought he'd go see Harr- Erm, I mean Professor Potter. Now, you're probably wondering why Timmy wasn't hanging out with his friends (or you might not be, whatever). You see, Timmy had no friends. The reason for that was because he had a HUGE pimple on the side of his face. It looked like he had two heads! So he names the pimple Pustullio and went on his merry way.

"Professor Potter?" Timmy called into the empty classroom. "Are you in here? Harry?"

Like I said, the classroom was empty. Timmy's a little slow on the uptake.

Timmy up to the front desk. Sitting onto of some papers was a bubbling cauldron full of ominous looking brown ooze. Timmy, being the idiotic- I mean curious child he was, went to stick his finger in it…

…when his wrist was slapped away by an annoyed looking Harry.

"Don't go sticking your finger in there! Do you have any idea where that things been!"

"Yes! It's been in the soup, in a dogs mouth, in my mouth, in my nose, in my mouth again, in a toad…"

"Ok, ok, so you know exactly it's been. It's still disgusting!"

Timmy shrugged and looked at the bubbling potion. "What exactly is that, sir?"

"A rare potion that no one in the fucking castle knows how to make." Harry/Professor Potter muttered. He pulled a mug (a very large one which he stole from a girl called Ambo's cupboard) off his desk and scooped some of the brown liquid into it. He then brought the cup to his lips and took a sip. "Hmm…Needs more sugar." He pulled out lots of those little sugar packs and poured them all into the cauldron (and the mug) and took another sip. "Ah! That's heavenly…"

"Uh…Sir?" Timmy said looking highly disgusted (or disquested as I like to say). "What is that?"

"Coffee." Professor Potter answered. "You fucking wizards don't know how to make it!"