Potion Perversion -
I was not looking forward to today's Potions lesson at all. I had to teach that Potter boy again. I was beginning not to just find it hard to cope with teaching him but he was now becoming intolerable. With that smarmy smile, ruffled hair, vivid green eyes and signature scar, he certainly was irresi… Intolerable.
I shivered just thinking about having to tech him again. The Boy Who Lived wasn't going to live much longer if I had something to say about it.
I walked to my dungeon classroom in a bit of a sulk, (well, more of a sulk than usual) pushed the door open and walked through the aisle in the middle of the room, holding my chin high, trying my best to look proud.
The whole room went silent after I had entered, all heads turning to face me, holding expressions that looked like I had just blasphemed.
I slammed the books down onto the desk in front of me; filling the air with dust and making me cough. "Today class, we are going to be making our own potions, any one of your choosing that we have already studied and learnt whilst with me. They shall be judged upon accuracy." I said making sure that my voice was monotone and emotionless, as it always was. "You have one hour." I said flatly, turning the hourglass in front of me on its head.
The students in the room quickly go to work, placing their cauldrons upon their desks and running all over the room to get supplies from the various cupboards in the room.
I smiled to myself, just seeing how much control I had over them made me feel happy, in a strange, sadistic way.
"I can make my own potion!" A loud and cocky voice shouted from somewhere at the back of the room.
I looked in the general direction of the voice to see Weasley, Finnigan and Longbottom all laughing at something the Potter boy was doing under the table.
"Mr. Potter, would you please behave yourself." I said sternly.
He pulled the flask that I had given him out from under the table. He had certainly filled it with his own potion. "Sorry, Snape, but I couldn't have waited until the end of the lesson." He snickered before dropping one of the powdered ingredients into the flask.
A cloud of purple exploded from the container and the liquid inside became a strange lime green.
Weasley had fallen to the floor with laughter.
Finnigan was bent double laughing.
Longbottom had turned a rather sickly shade of green himself.
I walked over to the table where the boys were guffawing. "Do you have Chlamydia, Mr. Potter?" I asked, staring at the flask with interest.
"Huh? What?" He said, sounding completely aghast and taken aback by my quick question.
"You need to get yourself looked at, Potter. It should not turn that colour." I said before sliding away to leave him in a state of confusion and shock.
Severus Snape, One. Harry Potter, Nil.
The class ended quicker than usual, with Harry Potter not being a nauseating pain like he always was it made the lesson seem so much more pleasant. I would dare to say that I actually enjoyed myself for once.
I sat behind my desk with a feeling of content. I had gotten one over on that Potter boy. I was not the loser anymore. Finally, after all those years of being the one who lost at everything and who was treated like an outsider, I was in the winning league. Maybe that had happened when I had joined the Death Eaters…
Nope, they lost too.
I picked up the cup from my desk and drank from it, feeling happy and giddy. I then began to feel even more giddy and strange. I stared down at what I thought was the glass in my hand, and spat out the remaining liquid in my mouth immediately.
The flask that I had mistaken for a glass of drink was filled with a lime green liquid and now seemed to smell strangely putrid to my nostrils.
I vomited on the floor profusely. I could not believe my stupidity.
AN: "I do hope that you enjoyed this fic. I think that the moral of this chapter is that you shold always check what is in front of you, and not always take it for granted to be something you want. Btw, the Chlamydia reference was especially for you, Girl Of Fire."