Potion Problems
"What is that smell?"
"It depends on how angry you'll get when you find out."
"Did you burn something down?"
"Now Harry, why would you assume I burned something down?"
"Because something smells burned. I assumed, seeing as your shirt has singe marks on it, that you were responsible."
"Drat. I should have disposed of the shirt."
"You should have not burned something! What did you do, try to cook again?"
"No. I was making a potion and I got too close to the burner, is all."
"Potion. Why were you making a potion?"
"Because you forbade me from cooking."
"Potions is a form of cooking."
"Is not."
"Of course it isn't love. Now, what lethal and potentially Harry-poisoning potion did you make?"
"It isn't for you. If it was for you I would possibly have told you about it."
"No you wouldn't. You would make it and slip it into my tea."
"More than likely, but I would tell you about it later."
"No you wouldn't. You would laugh gleefully as its effects became all to clear to everyone but me, and you still wouldn't tell me."
"You're right. I do so love to watch you suffer."
"And the truth comes out. What's the potion for, anyway?"
"To grow thick, manly chest hair."
"Is not. Body hair makes you gag."
"No, your body hair makes me gag. It gets caught in my throat. I'm constantly coughing up Harry hair balls."
"Gross."
"Worlds of gross."
"Seriously, why are you making potions?"
"Not potions. A potion."
"Quit dodging."
"Am not."
"Draco…"
"You'll find out soon enough. I want it to be a surprise."
"Surprise?"
"Yes. Now, let's have sex."
"Yes master."
"Damn straight."
End