Sorry for the chapters being put up so quickly and so close to together. I have a lot of free time on my hands right now and I'm on a role..
I do not own any of these characters. Story inspired by J.K Rowling.
This chapter turned out pretty sweet! Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW
At 8am Draco was up and out of bed. More like he rolled out of bed and ended up on the ground, contemplating if he should now get off the floor or stay where he was. The floor really wasn't so bad, but Snape's retribution was, so he forced himself up and put on a set of clothes he found lying on his floor. They never said he had to be fashionable.
After having dinner he grabbed his broom and glided over to the Snape manor. He wasn't really in the mood for fast pace flying at this unholy hour. Plus he was still tired; he probably would of smacked into a tree. Which would have been funny for anyone watching, but not so much for him.
"Well at least you can arrive on time." Was the first thing Snape said when he arrived, "It's a talent even your father doesn't have. Follow me to my office."
Snape's office looked a lot like the one he had at school, only bigger, which meant more shelves for jars filled with disgusting substances. Even with the lack of windows and the questionable looking creatures lining the walls, it smelt rather nice.
"To the right of the room, by the sink, is the cauldrons and vials I would like you to clean by hand. You may stop when the job is done. I will be inspecting them to make sure they meet my standards. If they are not cleaned properly, you will be required to clean them again. Understand?"
"Yes sir…"
Draco went off to clean while Snape busied himself in the back room, brewing some sort of concoction Draco assumed. He would leave the room once and awhile to attend to something else, while he let the cauldron stir. Draco was curious to see what he could be brewing- perhaps it was something cool like veritasurem that he read about in one of his father's books. Draco smiled at the thought of him possessing veritasurem.
The next time Snape left the room, Draco wandered over to the potion while continuing to scrub a vial. He looked over the top cauldron to see a mix of blues and greens swirling around. Draco never created a potion that had two individual colours before. He stood on his toes to get a better look, it sort of smelt like peppermint. Perhaps if he just put…his…face…closer…
"Ahem."
Draco jumped knocking his hand off the cauldron, burning his knuckles and breaking the vial in his other hand, sending bits of glass flying on the floor and into the potion. The potion began to turn duller, and the colours began to mix, creating a thick and puke green substance. His one hand was bleeding and the other was burning. Now that potion looked more similar to what Draco's did while in class.
"Care to explain what…you…were...doing?" Snape's voice was getting sharper and louder after each word. His cold dark brown eyes stared into Draco's light blue eyes, making him feel like a little child.
"I…I… don't know." Draco was so caught off guard and panicky he didn't even know what to say. Snape looked down at the boy's hands to see the blood dripping from the tips of his fingers. He assumed the other hand was burnt when he banged it off the cauldron.
"Come to my desk."
Snape walked to his desk and sat behind it. He pulled up a chair next to his, for Draco to sit down. Draco stood staring at the chair in complete horror, not sure what to make of it.
"Draco, can you please take a seat."
Snapping back into reality, he took a seat and looked down at his lap. Snape grabbed one of his wrists and the boy jumped and tried to pull his arm away. Snape looked up with a slightly comic expression on his face, as if to say you really think you could get out of my grip that easily. He gently opened the boy's palm, not at all disturbed by the blood and investigated it. He could see bits of shiny glass reflecting in the candlelight, so he grabbed a pair of tweezers from his desk, and carefully removed the shards of glass. Draco winced, in fear of the pain, but Snape was very cautious to not hurt the boy.
After the glass was removed, he grabbed a handkerchief from his pocket and slightly wetted it with the cup of water he had poured himself earlier then dabbed some of the blood away. He then grabbed a small vial from his desk and uncorked it with one hand. He dripped the potion onto Draco's hand, instantly healing his palm. Little clouds of smoke formed while it closed the wounds. It felt like pins and needles for Draco.
"Now that's one hand, let me see the other." said Snape. Draco complied this time, not knowing Snape's intentions even though deep down, he knew he would never hurt him. Snape was actually a really good godfather, Draco knew that Snape would listen to whatever he had to say and that he could trust Snape to protect him. He's just not so good at showing it sometimes.
Snape looked at Draco's knuckles while they started to peal. He reached into one of his drawers and removed a container full of green muck. He took a scoop of it and covered Draco's knuckles.
"Sit here for twenty minutes and let it soak in, I'll be back in a few." Draco could feel the muck already cooling down the burning sensation. "Think about what you did, I'll be back in 10 minutes to discuss this little mishaps."
Draco sat and thought about how his curiousity took over his rationality. When Snape returned, Draco felt slightly more guiltier then before.
"Now are you ready to explain yourself?"
"Yes, you see, when you left, I saw your potion, and it looked really cool and I was just trying to get a better look, when you came in and scared me and I hurt myself." Draco thought perhaps he could reverse it somehow to make himself look slightly better in Snape's eyes.
"Perhaps Draco, if you were doing as you were told, you wouldn't of jumped at my presence."
Draco began to blush, why couldn't he be calm, cool and collected? He knew Snape was right.
"Sorry sir."
"Are you really sorry Draco?"
Draco thought about it, I mean it wasn't that big of a deal and he was the one who scared him. It's not like that much damage was done. He could always re brew another potion, I mean technically Draco was the one in the worst situation. He didn't burn or cut Snape's hands.
"Draco could you tell me what kind of potion was in that cauldron?"
Draco thought about it and couldn't think of seeing anything like it before, "No sir."
"I didn't think so, if you paid more attention while doing your potions homework you would of known it was a healing potion. It took me two weeks to get it to that stage, at that perfection and 50 galleons worth of rare ingredients."
Draco now began to see the seriousness of his actions. He began to actually feel sorry for what he had done. He may have cut and burnt his hands, but Snape not only put precious time into his work, he probably suffered three times the amount of cuts and burns trying to get his potion perfect. Draco lowered his eyes back to his lap, but Snape's fingers were under his chin lifted his head back to his eye level. He wasn't going to let the boy get off that easy. The dark lord wanted the potion to be done in a week. He wasn't going to tell Draco that though.
"What you did was foolish, and could of possibly resulted in much worse then it did. After you are done cleaning all the vials and cauldrons you were meant to do, you will be organizing my entire stock room in the back. The job should take you about three weeks, I just got a bunch of new orders and I've been meaning to alphabetize and label it for a while now."
"But sir, I was only meant to be here for two weeks."
"Perhaps you should of thought about that before you destroyed my potion. It will take me another three weeks to finish this potion that I have to restart, which will give you ample time to finish organizing my stock room and write a two page paper on the uses of healing potions, the main ingredients for all healing potions, and who created the first one."
"When will I have time to do all that?"
"From the moment you arrive here to the time between you eat dinner and go to bed at home. Now wash that lotion off your hand and start cleaning."