2. Add Some Sugar

The next morning Harry and Ron were sitting in the Great Hall, eating breakfast. Harry though the bacon this morning was extra good, after his first chat with Oliver not about quidditch, ever! He smiled inside and vas humming for himself. The sky, (or infact, the celing), was blue with a bright sun and just some few clouds. A perfect day for flying, he though for himself.

"Yo, Harry!" Ron said, with his mouth full of bacon.

Harry looked around.

"D'ya know why Hermione is so angry?" he asked, still chewing.

"Maybe because of your arguing last night?" Harry answered with a little smile.

"Blimey. Really?" Ron looked suprised. "Girls are wierd!"

Harry laughed leaving Ron with opened mouth. Lavender Brown, sitting a little bit down the table, looked discusted.

»o«

After packing their stuff they went down to the dungeons, for their first lesson, Potions. Ron were babbling about how terrible ugly Snape was, but Harry was just half-litsening. He was looning for the first quidditchtraining, looning to ride his broom, looning for…Oliver? Suddenly, without noticing it they were outside the potion classroom. Hermione was already there, reading in her copy of Magical Drafts and Potions. When Harry and Ron aproached she looked up, just to quick look down again, without even a "hi". Ron looked sad. But at that very moment Snape came, opinging the door, and let them in. Harry sat down, next to Ron, with Hermione and Neville in front of them.

"Today, we will do a Sleeping Potion" he said with almost a whisper, but still everyone heard. "The recipitie is on the blackboard and the ingridiens is here. Start now!"

Harry looked at step one.

Fill the couldron with milk of a mooncalf then add the murtlap shell.

He fetched the milk and poured it into the couldron. It had a yellowish look and not a very nice smell, either. Ron turned to Harry.

"Is he sure this is milk?" he asked, pouring the milk into the couldron.

After working half-the-lesson Harry had came to point twentyfour.

Stir clockwise in ten minutes, then add two anti-clokwise stir. Repeat this two times.

Harry sat down, looked at his watch, and started to stir his potion. It now had a blue color and let out red smoke. The minutes passed and the potion got more and more purple, and the now blue smoke had a sleepy effect. The stirring spoon was like a clock, witch you swing infront of you, to put you to sleep. It changed shape to a broom who was flying on a purple sky.

»o«

Harry saw the snitch, it was just a little bit infront of him. He streched out his arm, but just almost touched it. His fingers felt the cold surface of the ball, but he couldn't catch it. He made a choice and throw himself, off his broom, towards the snicht. He caught it and a roaring sound from the gryffindorrs ekoed all over the stadium. He felt to the ground and just a second befor he should have smashed it, he suddnely was flying again. He looked around and saw Oliver's face smiling at him. Harry was lying in his arms, on his broom. Harry smiled back at him. They flew out of the stadium against the beach of the lake. They landed on the nearly white sand and Oliver cearfully laid Harry on his back in the sand. Himself he sat beside him, smiling. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but Oliver laid his finger over his mouth. With still his finger over Harry's mouth, Oliver bent town, his eyes closed. He removed his finger with his lips closing up to Harry's, witch cheeks were burning. Oliver's lips was just some millimeters from Harry's now. Every second now… Suddenly it wasn't Oliver who was standing infront of him, but snape.

"Harry Potter!"

»o«

Harry woke up with a scream.

"Harry?" he heard Hermiones voice.

He looked around. He was in the cold dungeon on the potions lesson, with Snape standing infront of him. He looked furious. Harry looked down on his couldron, witch was bubbling and had a green color. Hes eyes turned to Snape's again.

"Ten points from Gryffindorr, for falling asleep in class, Potter!" he said, angry, before tuning to Harry's couldron. "And five point because not reading the board.!"

"Just add som sugar!" Ron said next to Harry with a big smile, wich was quickly faiding away as Snape turned to him.

"…Sir?" Ron tried.

"Five pionts from Gryffindorr, Mr. Weasley!" he turned around. "Ans because of the incidence, a one meter long essey about the Sleeping Potion and it's uses."

The classed moaned.