"They say it's my privilege to teach students like you, but-" Snape sighed,
"I highly doubt it." He scowled as Neville Longbottom, an absentminded
Gryffindor, tipped over a tray of vials. "They really don't pay me enough.
Longbottom, please pick those up right now," the professor continued,
rubbing his temples.
Neville scrambled after the vials, tripping over the feet of many not so kind Slytherins. Henry kneeled to the ground, ready to help grab the last few vials, but Snape quickly pulled him to his feet. "Get up, Granger. He spilled those vials, not you. Let him pick them up. I still have a lesson to teach - meaning you have to listen."
Malfoy smirked as Henry dusted off his robes. Ever since he had realized that Henry was a mudblood, he had looked at him through prejudiced eyes. It was almost his job to. He had more vile thoughts of mudbloods to think, but his chain of thoughts snapped as Snape raised his voice.
"We'll be mixing potions today, so pair up quick. Don't waste my time. With that partner, you will be spending most of the year, so please, no regrets," Snape's eyes glittered as he spoke in a rapid, rush of words.
In a matter of seconds, only two people remained standing. Draco and Henry. Draco glared at Crabbe and Goyle who had dared defy him, while Henry shot Dean a hurt glance. Dean had decided to pair up with another Gryffindor by the name of Seamus. Henry had been counting on Dean to be his partner, not Draco. He shuddered at the thought of 'spending most of the year', even if it was just for Potions, with Draco. Draco did not seem pleased by the arrangement either, muttering something about his father, under his breath.
Snape seemed pleased that Henry was speechless with hurt and anger. But one glance at Draco made him speak up. "Would anyone like to trade partners with Mr. Malfoy here?"
Henry's eyes swept the room desperately. Wouldn't anyone trade partners with him? His hopes fell, as one by one, the students lowered their eyes. Including Harry. Ron. Including Dean. Without another protest, Henry took the seat next to a flustered Draco, and slid his bag under the table.
Draco turned to face Henry as Snape began handing out the potion ingredients. Expecting a fierce glare, he was most surprised to see that the boy's eyes were overflowing with tears! He wasn't that bad of a choice, was he? Instead of attacking the boy with snide comments, Draco decided to start measuring the ingredients. By the time Henry had controlled his tears, Draco had finished brewing the potion. A light green mist rose from the cauldron, when the Slytherin finally spoke.
"Wasn't that sort of a . big reaction?"
Neville scrambled after the vials, tripping over the feet of many not so kind Slytherins. Henry kneeled to the ground, ready to help grab the last few vials, but Snape quickly pulled him to his feet. "Get up, Granger. He spilled those vials, not you. Let him pick them up. I still have a lesson to teach - meaning you have to listen."
Malfoy smirked as Henry dusted off his robes. Ever since he had realized that Henry was a mudblood, he had looked at him through prejudiced eyes. It was almost his job to. He had more vile thoughts of mudbloods to think, but his chain of thoughts snapped as Snape raised his voice.
"We'll be mixing potions today, so pair up quick. Don't waste my time. With that partner, you will be spending most of the year, so please, no regrets," Snape's eyes glittered as he spoke in a rapid, rush of words.
In a matter of seconds, only two people remained standing. Draco and Henry. Draco glared at Crabbe and Goyle who had dared defy him, while Henry shot Dean a hurt glance. Dean had decided to pair up with another Gryffindor by the name of Seamus. Henry had been counting on Dean to be his partner, not Draco. He shuddered at the thought of 'spending most of the year', even if it was just for Potions, with Draco. Draco did not seem pleased by the arrangement either, muttering something about his father, under his breath.
Snape seemed pleased that Henry was speechless with hurt and anger. But one glance at Draco made him speak up. "Would anyone like to trade partners with Mr. Malfoy here?"
Henry's eyes swept the room desperately. Wouldn't anyone trade partners with him? His hopes fell, as one by one, the students lowered their eyes. Including Harry. Ron. Including Dean. Without another protest, Henry took the seat next to a flustered Draco, and slid his bag under the table.
Draco turned to face Henry as Snape began handing out the potion ingredients. Expecting a fierce glare, he was most surprised to see that the boy's eyes were overflowing with tears! He wasn't that bad of a choice, was he? Instead of attacking the boy with snide comments, Draco decided to start measuring the ingredients. By the time Henry had controlled his tears, Draco had finished brewing the potion. A light green mist rose from the cauldron, when the Slytherin finally spoke.
"Wasn't that sort of a . big reaction?"