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“What class do we have now?” You exited the great hall, after devouring a rather large lunch.
Harry looked at you with an expression that could mean only one thing. Potions. You groaned loudly, causing a small group of Ravenclaw boys to glare at you questioningly. Potions was by far the worst class Hogwarts had to offer, Snape was completely bias, favoring Slytherin and forsaking Gryffindor almost entirely.
Hermione spoke up. “Oh come on, sure Snape can be a little bit-”
“Idiotic?” Ron cut in.
“Arrogant.” Harry added.
“Of an ass wipe.” You ventured with a slight smile.
Hermione jolted slightly at your remark. “A little bit pessimistic, but the subject of potions itself is actually quite interesting. Did you know that-“
You interrupted her. “’Mione, I love you and all, but remember when I warned you, that if you tried to give me a lecture I would burn all of your books?”
She nodded slightly.
“That threat still stands.”
The look of total horror on Hermione’s face was completely hilarious. Ron tried to hold back a laugh, but was unable to do so, and soon Harry followed suit.

It wasn’t long until the four of you made it to the dungeons, and on time for once. You stood by the door, in a large group of your fellow Gryffindors, chatting idly. Neville was telling you about the medicinal properties of the Nin Root, when you noticed something flying towards you at breakneck speed. You ducked just in time, a large paper airplane swooping just over your head and slamming against Neville’s forehead, leaving a small paper cut. Turning quickly you glowered at the group of snickering Slytherin students, your eyes narrowed when you saw the smug smile on Malfoy’s face. Pulling out your wand from within your robes, you moved to curse him, when you heard someone clear their throat behind you.
“I do hope your not planning to harm anyone Miss ______.”
You turned to face Snape, cheeks going red. “N-no Professor, I was just showing Malfoy my new wand.” You knew by now that it was futile trying to argue with Snape, especially when it involved a Slytherin student.
He narrowed his eyes, turning his attention to Neville. “Longbottom, what is that mark on your forehead? Been running into walls again have we?”
Neville didn’t reply, instead shrinking down. Harry was about to stick up for him but Hermione stopped him with a pointed look. Snape appeared to be waiting for someone to step out of line today.

You sat at a desk between Hermione and Neville, lazily scribbling notes on a roll of parchment. Blaise began to chuckle behind you, only to be shut up by a hushed snarl from Draco. Interested, you tried to concentrate on their whispered conversation, but Snape soon began to address the class.
“I expect by now you’ve all taken down the notes, if not, I suggest you write faster next time,” With a swish of his wand, Snape had erased the words from the board. “Split into pairs and produce one of the invisibility draughts you’ve just recorded. I expect you all to be finished within the hour.”
You and Hermione smiled at eachother, you were always a great team when concocting potions, she would carefully measure the ingredients and you would mix them and ensure the cauldron didn’t explode.
You were about to collect the cauldron and ingredients when Snape spoke up again. “Miss Granger, why don’t you team up with Longbottom for a change?”
You protested, with a frown. “But Hermione and I are always paired together.”
He glared at you, his dark eyes making you feel uncomfortable. “You and Malfoy appear to be well acquainted, after all, you were showing him your brand new wand before class, were you not?”
It was Draco’s turn to protest. “But Professor, Zabini and I have-“
“You will do as you’re told, both of you.” Snape gritted his teeth, evidently about to lose it completely.

You slammed the cauldron down on the desk glaring at the back of Snape’s greasy head. Draco seemed as equally unhappy as you were, as he threw the ingredients on the table in front of you.
You glanced at him as you set the cauldron to boil. “What are we making Malfoy?”
“You mean what are you making.” He snarled back.
You picked up the ladle, walloping his arm. “No, I mean what are WE making.”
He rubbed the welt already beginning to surface, gritting his teeth. “Don’t push me ______.”
You snickered, carelessly chopping up a dragon liver. “Or what? You’ll run to daddy?”
He snatched the small knife from your hand grumbling. “Move over, you need to cut them into equal parts or the potion won’t be as effective.”
You stepped back, wiping your dirtied hands on the back of his robe. “Who would’ve thought, Draco Malfoy, a potions master as well as an arrogant git?”

Very little was said between the two of you for the remainder of the potion concoction. Of course you’d both hurl insults at each other every now and then, and Draco ‘accidentally’ tipped a bowl of pureed garden snails all over you, but other then that you worked well together. Finally finished, you moved in closer to take a look at the dark blue potion simmering in the cauldron.
“Wow Draco, you’re not completely useless.” You glanced at him, smiling . His robe was spattered with little globules of troll fat, which, you had enjoyed flicking at him.
He glanced at you in the corner of his eye. “I… ‘spose you’re not that bad yourself.”
You picked up a large, slimy, bright green caterpillar, and slapping it against Draco’s cheek put on your best Pansy Parkinson impression. “Give me a kiss Drakie poo,” When he retreated in disgust you chased him. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think I’m pwitty anymwore?”
Although they were trying to hide it, you noticed Blaise and another Slytherin boy chuckling behind their hands.

“Miss ______,” The stone cold voice of Snape caused you to freeze mid step. “What do you think you’re doing?”
You spun around, still holding the disgusting creature in front of you. You could feel the eyes of just about everyone in the class on you, and you knew there was no way out.
Then you heard a voice behind you. “It was my fault Professor, I poured a bowl of crushed snails on her.”
Snape’s eyes widened for a brief moment, before narrowing. “10 points from Gryffindor for childish behavior,” He paused, making a pained expression before continuing. “and 10 points from Slytherin, for the waste of valuable ingredients.”
You could see from the expressions on their faces, that everyone had been as shocked as Snape at Draco’s confession, except surprisingly Blaise. Snape was about to say something more, but then Neville’s cauldron melted into a puddle of bubbling black metal. Hermione looked absolutely horrified, never having completely failed before.

“I can’t believe Neville put in too many beetle eyes, the text clearly states only four are needed.” Hermione complained as she led the way back to the common room.
You smiled; glad to be back in the security of your group of four. “I’m glad he did, if your cauldron hadn’t exploded, I daresay Snape would’ve skinned me alive.”
Harry frowned a look of utter loathing crossing his features. “What was with Malfoy today?”
Removing two chocolate frogs from his pocket, Ron raised an eyebrow. “So you noticed it too?”
You looked to Hermione for an explanation, but she appeared as perplexed as you. “Noticed what?”
Harry told the fat lady the password and you entered the common room, your question going unanswered.

The four of you took your usual positions in front of the crackling fire, Harry, Ron and Hermione taking the couch, and you perching yourself precariously on one of the armrests.
“Ok,” You dropped your heavy bag to the ground with a thunk. “What were you two talking about? I mean, sure it was weird that Draco defended me, but it is very likely he has done it for his own personal gain.”
Ron smiled solemnly, handing you the second chocolate frog. “I think you’re going to need this.”
You glanced down at the confectionery blankly.
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Wait, No! You don’t think?” Her hand went to her mouth
“I’m afraid so.” Harry replied forlornly.
Clutching the frog in your hand, you glared down at the trio. “Someone care to elaborate?”