Chapter 2.
AN: Thanks for the reviews. There will be lots of scene-changing in this story, but I shall try avoid confusion. Please review… comments and suggestions welcome.
Don't own. Just write for the fun of it: reviews make it worth it :) Enjoy…
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'Mr Potter…' said Severus Snape in a low, malevolent voice. 'I see that you are unable to master even the simplest aspects of Potion making.'
He bent over Harry's cauldron, which was emitting sparks and a hazy cloud of noxious, purple gas instead of a pleasant smelling brew with a golden glow. 'And they say you want to become an Auror…' His voice was dripping with hatred and disgust.
By now, all eyes were on Harry in eager, interested anticipation. They knew that the raven-haired boy was prone to lose his temper, particularly during these frequent altercations with the formidable, bat-like Potions master.
'If you look at the blackboard, you will note that one should put only three drops of Weissmann's Essence before stirring three times clockwise and increasing the temperature.'
Ron gave Harry a silent shrug and Hermione looked on anxiously, hoping that Harry would control himself.
'Just like his father.' Snape thought to himself. 'Just as arrogant and presumptuous. The same disregard for authority and instructions.' Snape looked closely at Harry, his wild hair reflecting his thoughts. However, when their eyes met, Harry giving him a cold, almost challenging stare, Severus lingered for a moment, the memory of Lilly stirring up a sadness he had been suppressing for many years.
Snape hesitated and then, having regained his composure, pointed his wand at the simmering cauldron, and exclaimed "Evanesco!". The foul potion vanished instantly.
Before Harry could retort, Snape went off to prevent Neville Longbottom causing an explosion, his black robes billowing in his wake…
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'That guy is a total NUTTER!' said Ron, consolingly. 'Neville's potion was far worse, but he didn't get Zero for the day's work!'
'Yea… and he had to give us a huge load of homework that will take forever to finish, besides the fact that we still have to finish Sprout's essay on the Tentacula and related species-'
'-And Quidditch practice!' added Ron.
Hermione was going through an enormous pile of books searching frantically for information to complete an Ancient Runes assignment that had proved to be particularly challenging. They both looked at her hopefully – she always helped them eventually.
'It's not my fault you leave your homework so late!' she said emphatically. 'We have OWLs this year, remember.'
The fire crackled pleasantly and the rain fell on the roof with a gentle pitter-patter, creating a very sleepy, cosy atmosphere that certainly didn't inspire the boys to participate in any exam preparation.
Ron yawned loudly and, giving up trying to complete the Transfiguration essay he had been busy with, announced that he was going to bed.
Harry, who was also exhausted after a pointless hour of non-homework, decided to join him.
And so, they headed for their dorm, Hermione muttering about their impending failure.
Not too far away, dressed in fine, green, silk robes, Draco Malfoy closed the book he had been reading, his expression pensive and melancholy. The face of Harry Potter was blazing in his mind, the seductive smile and carefree hair rousing up an intense fire of desire within him. There was more than attraction and primal lust: there was a deep, irrevocable love. He wanted Harry so badly it hurt him: the seeming impossibility of any relationship or reciprocation of feelings cut him like a knife. Without Harry, Draco felt lonely and utterly empty.
He ruffled his white-blond hair and got up from the luxurious chair that was generally reserved for him, and made his way to bed: to hopefully enter the world of his subconscious mind, where he could be with his love in every way imaginable.
Once again, a cloud of guilt hovered momentarily over him. He sighed and said to himself: At least dreams are better than nothing. If only…
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AN: Sorry that not much happens in this chapter. If you want a flingy shag, I'm afraid you will have to go somewhere else. There will be action in a while, though mild. I always think that in this sort of story, the main characters should climax only at the climax! (Sorry for the irresistible pun… winks)
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