Lucius Malfoy, in Harry's opinion was a slimy, foul, twisted creature that happened to look like an angel.
Let us re-word that.
Harry Potter thought that Lucius Malfoy was a foul, slimy creature who had only one reason to be on earth. To bow down to even fouler, slimier, twisted creature that was determined beyond anything to kill Harry Potter who he had been trying to kill since he was just baby barley at the age of one.
There that sound better Harry mused looking down at his paper with determination shining in his eyes, however that was rather short lived as Snape had caught sight of Harry (who mind you was supposed to be listening to another one of Snapes rants) scribbling on his parchment.
Now Snape was not a pleasant man, nor was he a very tolerant man as Harry had figured out in his very first year of Hogwarts but he learnt a lesson that day and that was don't do other things when Snape is in mid rant.
"Potter, what on earth do you think you are doing?" Snape asked as he pounded a fist on Harry's desk.
"Uh, nothing sir" Harry pushed his glasses back up his nose as he regarded his teacher with a glare, Snape raised an eyebrow before he picked up the piece of parchment Harry had been scribbling on moments before.
"Then what, do pre tell Potter is this?" he asked holding the offending object suspended in the air with the tips of his long bonny fingers clasped firmly on a corner of it. Harry raised an eyebrow of his own.
"It's a piece of parchment sir" Harry said with mock shock and fake concern "are you sure you didn't knock your head on something today sir?" Harry asked; Snape snarled.
"Five points from Gryffindor for your" he narrowed his eyes "cheek", Harry smiled smartly at Snape who, in return knitted his eyebrows together in an annoyed expression before he glanced down at the contents of the parchment. "Such venom for a Gryffindor Potter" Snape said giving Harry an amused look, "and here I was thinking that you already established that you hated the man," Snape murmured.
"It's called reassurance sir," Harry said.
"Reassurance?" Snape asked.
"Yes sir, reassurance" Harry said entwining his fingers in a manner that looked much like Dumbledore's.
"Why on earth do you need reassurance?" Snape asked giving Harry a calculating look.
"Well sir, it can't hurt can it?" Harry said with a smirk, Snape gave him a confused look before he turned on his heel and stormed back up to the front of the classroom with his cloak billowing behind him; Harry had always wondered how Snape did that "Drama queen" Harry whispered to himself, upon which Hermione found the need to flick his ear.
"Class dismissed" Snape said before sweeping out of the classroom through a door beside his desk.
"Ow" Harry hissed once out of the room "that hurt Hermione" he grumbled frowning at his bushy haired friend, Hermione glanced at Harry.
"You deserve it!" she said curtly "If you keep that attitude up we will loose the house cup" she warned Harry with a stern look in her eyes, that was never a good sign.
"Excuse me" said a voice as they were pushed passed, Harry looked back at the platinum haired man in horror as he realised that the man had slipped him something, Lucius Malfoy smirked at the look on Harry's face.
"Harry are you ok?" Hermione asked concern laced in her voice, Harry shook his head and brushed away the tingly feelings he got when he saw the smirk on the older mans face. He gulped.
This was not good , not good at all.