I bet that.

The classroom's silence is suffocating. Despite everything that had happened before in the Triwizard Tournament, today felt normal-ish. But the downside is that everybody is against me, nothing new right?

I am surprised I even made it to fifteen, I should've been gone by one. Oh well, I am here now in potions class trying to find my quill that I should have-

Oh shit.

Snape's menacing footsteps reak of detention.

Should I look up? I don't want to see his look of disappointment.

I slowly glance up at Snape who is glaring right back at me with that same old grumpy look. He reaches his hand out.

"Where is your quill, Mr. Potter?"

Ugh, it sounds like he has a frog in his throat, maybe if he stopped looking down on people his chins wouldn't be down to his collar.

"I can't find it- Professor."

"He probably needs thicker lenses to add to his thick head," Malfoy intrudes with his normal snarky remark. His little group follows with a grim laugh. Parkinson rolls her eyes at them.

"Oh, could you shut your damn mouth for two seconds, Malfoy? All you do is yap."

"What did you say to me Potty?"

"I told you to shut up, can you not hear through all that ego?"

Malfoy scoffs, that sound is imprinted in my brain, why does he do it so much?

"You should've gotten expelled."

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"Right, that is enough you two. I haven't even started class yet and you are already fighting."

"Sorry professor." They both say in unison before shooting a brief glare back at each other.

Snape walks back to the front of the classroom, where a small cauldron is slowly emitting a silvery vapour.

"Professor, what potion is that?" Neville asks.

"That's a Draught Of Peace potion, you can tell by the colour of the vapour," Hermione answers back, she's so smart.

"Yes." Snape bit. "The Draught Of Peace potion Relieves anxiety and agitation. It is going to be this term's project- a partnered project may I add. You and your partner will create this potion using your textbook knowledge, then write down a detailed explanation of how you made it and also the effects it takes on you or your partner."

"Do you get to pick a partner?" said Parkinson.

"I'm getting to that part, Parkinson. Yes, you can. Except for Malfoy and Potter. You two will be partners as punishment for disrupting class, it's 8 am I can not deal with that right now."

"What!?" Malfoy squeaked before turning red from his awkward voice crack.

"No arguments. Just deal with it."

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Draco scoffed before sloppily picking up his textbook, sliding his chair back and sitting down next to Harry who was already sitting alone.

"I'll do all the work," Malfoy muttered, I could barely hear him.

"And how are you planning on doing that exactly?"

"Are you underestimating me? I'm a Malfoy and a Slytherin. I'll be fine doing a super easy project by myself."

"Do you even know what it's about?"

"Duh, you make the potion."

"And what is the potion."

"Uhhh..."

"Yeah, all that brag for nothing."

"Do you even know what we are making?"

"um..."

They just stared at each other for a few seconds trying to think about what they were meant to do.

"Hermione, what is the project?"

"Where you not listening? We are meant to make the Draught Of Peace potion which Relieves anxiety and agitation then after that we write a detailed explanation about how we make it like the ingredients for example if you are even capable of that."

"Hey!?"

"Okay sorry but anyways after that you have to test it on yourself or your partner and write about the effects."

"Okay... when is it due...?"

"The end of this term."

"Okay, I'll just make Malfoy do it."

"Erm excuse me I am right here?" Draco flicks Harry's shoulder.

"I thought you said you wanted to do it all because it's 'easy'."

"No, you have to help as well."

"Womp womp," Harry does a thumbs down.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's a muggle thing."

"Of course it."

Harry gets his textbook out and looks for the page with the instructions for the potion.

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Where is this stupid potion? merlin why do I have to do this with some bratty boy, he could probably buy his way out of this project with his 'daddy's money', I swear Snape is his godfather so why is Snape punishing him as well, not like it is a punishment to work with me-

"Pottyyy" Malfoy speaks in his annoying tone.

"What?" I bit back.

"You zoned out."

"Oh. okay?" That came out a lot more sassier than I intended it to.

Malfoy is looking at me weirdly right now. why are his eyebrows on different levels? and why does he look so offended?

"Are you trying to fight me?"

"What!?"

"You heard me!"

"Where did you get that idea from!?"

"You!"

"Oh shut up."

"Make me."

"Oh."

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They just sit in silence for a little bit. One of them occasionally tries to say something but- just- no.

Hermione interrupted the silence between the two.

"Harry are you trying to write without a quill...?"

"Huh?" He looks at his empty hand which is in the position to hold a quill. "Oh, I guess so."

Draco chuckles at him. "You can't do anything right."

"Shut up, give me your quill."

"No!"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Suddenly there was a quill in Harry's hand. Harry just looked at it confused.

"Stop staring at it like that, it's just a quill."

"I know that."

"dork."

Harry covers Draco's mouth with his hand. There were a few muffled noises from Draco and then he gave up.

"Now hush privileged boy."

Harry removes his hand away from Draco's mouth.

"You have rough hands."

Harry just slowly blinks at Draco before resting his head on the table.

"Do you have any of the ingredients for the potion?"

Harry lifts his head off the desk, his messy hair tangled in his glasses.

"What are they?"

"Moonstone and syrup of hellebore."

"No."

"Oh. Well, I don't either."

"Maybe you two should go to Hogsmeade together?" Hermione butted.

"No." They both added.

"You get them because you are soooo rich."

"Are you using me, potter?"

"Yes."

"Why I see how it is."

"It's not like you are useful for anything else except for having money and being a brat."

"I am more than just money and snarky comments!"

"Oh really? prove it."

"I bet that by the end of this project, you will fall in love with me."

"That's a big expectation"

"It's not an expectation it's just reality. I can win anyone over."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Obviously."

"Okay then, I bet that I won't fall in love with you'."

"And I bet you will."

Harry gags. "Never in my life."

"So cruel potter."

Hermione wacks Harry on the head with her textbook. "Do your damn work!"

"Yes ma'am."