Growing up "Pure"

Y/N rested her chin on her palm while listening to Slughorn explain different things about the Cure for Boils potion. Her attention stayed focused on the professor, ignoring the person forced to sit beside her that had been glaring at her this entire time.

"Please read carefully and take into account your couldron's boil time, you may begin."

Y/N waved her wand to get her hair out of her face and turned to look at Tom who, to no surprise, was already staring at her. "You get out your textbook, I'll grab the ingredients." She stood up and took off her robe, folding it over her arm while the brunette kept glaring at her.

"Do you even know what you're getting?" Tom waved his wand and his potions textbook appeared infront of him. He waved his want to turn on the flame to heat up the water in the couldrom while flipping through his textbook.

"Snake fangs, horned slugs, porcupine quills, flobberworm mucus. Any other questions, Riddle?" When he didn't give a response she set her robe down on her seat and rolled up her sleeves. "Thought so." She rolled her eyes at him and moved to grab the needed ingredients.

Tom glared at her and turned to look at Lestrange, who was sitting beside him. "I'm going to strangle that woman."

Lestrange shrugged and walked over to Y/N, who was counting to ensure she had everything, "How long are you going to pretend he doesn't have a bracelet that you very much need?"

"As long as it takes." Y/N picks up a mortar and carefully places the ingredients she need inside of it it so she can carry it back to her station. "I can prepare the ingredients while you add them in and stir, that sound fair?"

Tom doesn't say anything, just nods his head and watches as Y/N takes everything but the snake fangs out of the mortar and begins to crush them.

Y/N focuses on crushing the snake fangs while also listening to the feint hissing she can hear from Tom's robe. It irritated her a little how he kept the bracelet with him at all times, she knew this because she could always hear it whenever she was near him. She set the mortar down, handing Tom the tablespoon, "I'm sure you can read well enough that I won't need to explain this to you."

Tom rolled his eyes and counted out four measures of the fangs before raising the temperature of the couldron. He looked beside him as he was trying to count and noticed Y/N was sitting in her seat and working on a different assignment. He brought the temperature back down before speaking, "What are you doing?"

Y/N looked up at Tom and turned the timer the second he stopped stirring, "Charms assignment. We have time before we need to do anything else, might as well be productive." She picked up her quill and began working on her own thing.

Tom looked at the couldron, watching as the potion slowly began to change colors. He could get work done, but he also needed to keep track of time so he knew when to add the slugs. He looked over to the timer, he knew he had time before he needed to do anything.

The two stopped what they were doing briefly to look up at Slughorn, "How is your Cure for Boils holding up?" He looked at their potion and gave an approving nod, "such a lovely color change. Tell me, how do you know your potion was made correctly if it's changing color?"

"The smoke should remain the same pink color it was when we stirred it." Tom spoke immediately after the question was asked with complete confidence that he was correct.

Slughorn smiled and nodded his head, "well done, Riddle. Five points, Slytherin." Slughorn nodded farewell to the two and walked off to a different lab station.

"Suck up." Y/N picked her quill back up and went back to her charms assignment.

Tom scoffed and crossed his arms, "as if you're any better in Transfigurations class."

Y/N hummed, not bothering to look up. "Pretty sure the only time I've talked in that class was to cast a spell. You're just trying to prove to absolutely nobody that you know how to brew a potion."

Tom looked over to Lestrange, who was working carefully on his potion with his own lab partner, before he sighed and waved his wand having, his own classwork assignment appear infront of him.

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"Move your arm, Riddle." Y/N waited for Tom's arm to be out the way before moving the couldron off the flame. She turned off the flame completely and watched as Tom added the flobberworm mucus. She looked at the phials they were to store the potion in and quickly labeled each of them, handing one of them to Tom.

"You seem so eager to get out of this class."

Y/N rolled her eyes, she walked over to the professor, who was cleaning up at his own work station.

Tom didn't know what she was talking to him about, but he watched as Slughorn walked into the closet and walk out with a small bottle of...something.

Y/N took the bottle and bowed to the professor walking back over to Tom, "should be about time to start stirring so," she circled her index fingers around eachother and placed the bottle with the rest of her stuff.

Tom didn't bother to ask questions, especially since he knew she wouldn't answer. He just picked up the wooden spoon and carefully stirred the mixture, watching as it thickened. Once he made sure the Cure for Boils was the right consistency, he stepped out the way, "since you're clearly in such a hurry to leave."

Y/N pressed her lips together in a thin line and bottled the Cure for Boils into her labeled phial. She stepped aside so Tom could bottle his and waved Slugorn over.

"You two finished?" He looked at their finished potion and nodded his head, "well done, both of you. You're free to leave once you get your station cleaned up."

The two nodded and did just that. Y/N made sure the couldron was properly cleaned (since it was hers that they used) while Tim made sure the rest of their work station was taken care of.

Y/N finished with the couldron and made sure it was completely dry before setting it back on their table. "Next time we make a potion, Riddle, you bring the couldron." She waved her wand with a simple 'reducio' and watched as the couldron began to shrink in size before placing it in her pocket.

Tom watched at Y/N exited the classroom before taking his time to gather up his things. His plan was to wait for Lestrange to finish up anyways. He turned to look back at Lestrange who seemed far too amused, "what?"

"We tried to warn you." Leastrange labeled his phial and walked over to him.

Tom scowls slightly and walks out the classroom. "Don't wanna hear it from you."