Disclaimer: I just realize that I forgot to put the disclaimer at the beginning of this story and was too lazy to edit the first chapter, so here it is. Don't own any of the great characters in the Harry Potter universe. If I did, then my writing would be much better and I'd be freaking rich. I heard that J.K.R. is richer than the Queen of England. Sorry, I'm starting to babble. That's defiantly the longest disclaimer I've ever seen. Lol

A/N: Hello again. Sorry for the kind of longish wait. I sort of forgot about this story for a while and then I got a little writer's block. Enjoy.

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Potions was a disastrous affair. Snape paired everyone with their roommate, so there was not a very friendly atmosphere, not that this classroom was ever cheerful.

First, Neville blew up his cauldron onto his partner, Theodore Nott. Nott face had doubled in size on contact with the incorrectly made potion. He was rushed off to the hospital while Snape gave Neville a fifteen minute long lecture about how incompetent he was.

While Snape's back was turned, Crabbe and Seamus had gotten into a fight, resulting in Seamus getting hit with a Stinging hex and Crabbe a Bat Bogey jinx before Professor Snape noticed. He took off thirty points from Gryffindor for picking a fight and five points from Slytherin for lowering himself to the Gryffindor's brutish ways.

The rest of the class had gone on without incident, until ten minutes before the bell. Draco and Harry had been making their potion without any type of interaction except to ask for a certain ingredient or to see the instructions. But finally, the silence was too much for Draco. He broke the silence the only way he knew how. Mockery.

"You must be very pleased to be paired with me this year. Maybe you won't fail if I keep making the potions for you."

"Oh shut it Malfoy," Harry replied, "I did half of the work. I didn't just sit on my ass for the last hour doing nothing."

"Oh, so that's the reason that my potion looks like purple sludge instead of the smooth white liquid it should be. Didn't your stupid Mudblood mother teach you your colors before she got herself blown up by You Know Who?" Draco smirked.

Harry, having already been put in a bad mood just by being in the potions dungeons, snapped. He clenched his fist and plowed it into Malfoy's face as hard as he could. (A/N haha the end of that sentence gave me a dirty mental picture)

Unfortunately, Draco was standing next to their bubbling cauldron. From the force of Harry's punch, he stumbled back, knocking over the almost finished potion, coating half of the floor in acid. Draco fell onto his back, on top of his spilled potion, causing his back to burst out in boils. Many other close by students' ankles received the same fate as Malfoy's back, but many had time to climb up onto a chair or table before they were touched by it.

Snape was furious. He quickly cleared the floor of the potion and dismissed the infected kids to the hospital wing. He then turned on Harry who was standing very still, bracing himself for the rage he knew was coming.

Twenty minutes later, he made his way to lunch. When he sat down at the Gryffindor table, Ron asked, "What's the damage?"

"Fifty house points and three detentions with Filch. Professor McGonagall is so going to be pissed at me for putting Gryffindor in negative points on the first day of school."

"It'll be fine. Hermione will get the house points back by this evening," Ron said, piling his plate high with mountains of food. "How's Malfoy's jaw?" he asked with a smirk.

"Ron, you should not be encouraging what Harry did. You shouldn't have punched Malfoy, Harry. Try to get along with him, or this year is going to be really hard."

"I tried, but he provoked me, it wasn't my fault."

"Malfoy is always doing something to get under your skin," Hermione calmly replied. "You just have to get used to it and work on not hitting him every time he says something stupid."

"Which is every five seconds, so you will need a lot of practice," Ron said around a huge bite of his lunch. "Just think of something else every time he opens his mouth."

"So are the students who got hit with the potion okay?" Hermione asked.

"I'm sure they're fine. Madame Pomphery can fix anything."

"And I'm sure that Malfoy is going to be whining like a baby about it. I am so not looking forward to tonight," Harry said, looking morosely into his soup, imagining how bitchy Malfoy will be that night.

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A/N: This chapter seems a little shorter. Sorry, I'll try to make the next one longer, and write it quicker. Please review, it makes my day.