Big Black Car
The beams of sun glowed through the unclosed space in the curtains. The golden light would have been a wonderful thing to wake up to if it weren't today.
Harry groaned as he twisted out of his warm blankets. He blinked and winced at the brightness, his eyes having to adjust to it after being closed for so long. He was most definitely not excited for Potions. The day before, Harry so coincidentally got paired up with Malfoy.
Harry finally stood after taking a good minute to grimace at the thought of the blonde Slytherin. Malfoy always thought he was better than everyone else. What was so special about him anyway? Yes, his family was rich, but what else did he have going for him? The only people who stuck around with him were Grab and Goyle, and Harry knew that they only did it because Malfoy paid them. Malfoy should know by now that a shitty personality gets you nowhere since he's been pulling the same shit for eight years now.
The crazy haired male slipped on his white dress shirt, tied his tie, and pulled his black robe over it. After trying to tame his wild hair, Harry finally stepped out of the dorms with his books and wand in hand. At this point, Harry had noticed that there was no one else in the rooms. If he didn't hurry now, Snape would give him shit about being late and would give him detention for months. And so, wanting to avoid embarrassment and a worse mood, Harry ran down the stairs and into the main halls of Hogwarts.
It was filled with the bustling sound of students talking and hurrying about to get to their classes; Harry was one of them. He side stepped in between students from all houses walking side by side to get to his destination.
Through all the noise and people, Harry grunted as he fell back on the floor. He rubbed his lower back with a groan, looking up to see who this annoying wall in his way was. Annoying was an understatement. He looked up to see who this thick-headed brute was. It, of course, just happened to be Malfoy, the one person Harry didn't want to see today. He supposed it was inevitable. He was heading to Potions anyways.
"Ugh, it's you. You know, I was planning on not having to battle any gremlins today. Just my luck. Now would you kindly get up from your bridge so I can cross?" Malfoy put a hand on his hip as he looked down at Harry, Crab and Goyle snickering behind him.
"Trolls are the ones under the bridges, Gremlins are the ones who steal your left sock. You have it backward, Malfoy. No wonder Hermoine had to tutor you in Care of Magical Creatures back in third year." Harry retorted as he stood again, gathering his books. He could hear Malfoy growl as he leaned down to pick up his items. Just as Harry was about to pick up his last book, Malfoy kicked it across the hall. Harry straightened is back and huffed at Malfoy, who was smirking. "Is it just so hard to leave me alone, Malfoy? Couldn't you fill your schedule with something more productive? You know, like getting some real friends?" Harry felt a bubbling, hot anger growing inside him. It felt like his stomach was replaced with a stove or something. Malfoy's nose wrinkled in anger. "Also," Harry began as he turned towards the direction his Herbology book was kicked. "you're going in the wrong direction for Potions. Unless you plan on getting some points taken away from Slytherin for skipping out, then I advise you start going in the right direction. And thanks for kicking my book in the right direction! It helps me out a lot." Harry smiled before walking off.
As soon as Harry turned, his expression changed from a snarky smile to an angry, 'don't you dare fuck with me. It's been a day.' look. God, Merlin save him or else someone is going to get Expeliarmoused.
Harry collected his lost book. It looked to have taken a few stomps and a couple of scratches after being kicked so far. Impressive for a weakling like Malfoy. Harry began to wonder how he even ran into Malfoy. That bloody blonde would never make a mistake anyone would notice, and going the wrong direction was a big, stupid one. Maybe Malfoy was finally losing it. His parents did join that no-nosed creeper the past year.
Potter entered Potions with a grim expression. "Potter, wipe that look off your face. I don't get paid to deal with hormonal teen boys who don't know how to properly tie their ties, now do I? Take a seat so we can get started, right by Malfoy. You two are partners after all." Ah, the joy of hearing Snape grumble at 8:00 am is quite the treat.
Since Harry didn't feel like getting blamed for getting points taken from Gryffindor, he did as he was told. Somehow, Malfoy was right there, on time. 'I hate him more and more with each passing day.' Harry thought as he took his seat.
"Well then, if it isn't the Troll." Malfoy clicked his tongue.
"Literally be quite.": that was what Harry would have said if he wasn't in such a shit mood. "Looks like you actually listened to me for once. I think you're going soft, Malfoy." Harry responded with a yawn. Malfoy huffed through his nose and turned away.
"Class had begun. Save the chatting for after class." Snape snapped at the pair. "Now listen up. Today we are going to brew an Amortentia potion. We will be testing this on birds, so don't try to be funny by taking a drink. If you do, you will be stuck being in love by however you see first. Save me the time, and just do as I say. .Potter." Snape glanced menacingly at Harry 'But of course he says this to me. Like I ever did anything that bad.' Harry mentally rolled his eyes. He knew better than to actually do it. "Now that we have that covered, open your books to page 386. I will also be grading you on your ability to follow directions, proper stirring, and of course, the final product." Snape turned and sat at his desk, his eyes moving back and forth across the room of nervous students.
Harry decided today was not the day to act out of order, so he opened his book to the right page and began to read. "You can chop the herbs and stir. I will read of the instructions." Malfoy said after he opened his book as well. "You aren't even going to really do anything." Harry raised a brow as he turned his head to meet Malfoy's gaze. "I believe it's called a team effort, Potter. Now go on. The knife is right there." Malfoy smirked that God for saken smirk and looked down at his book to read. "First, you must drop one Ashwinder egg into the cauldron. Don't you dare crack it. Add a handful or rose thorns. ." Harry added and stirred as told until he finally got the final product, a pretty pink liquid. It looked like it glowed, a soft mist emitted from the potion. It was hard to resist not having a little taste. Now Harry knew why Snape warned them all not to drink it. Malfoy was busy admiring his nails. Interesting? Harry poured just enough of the potion into the two heart shaped viles to fill it about half way. 'That should be good.' Harry felt accomplished.
"Ha, I'm the first one done out of these groups of Losers. But of course, Malfoy's always come out first in everything." Malfoy chuckled. "Except in trust or loyalty." Harry murmured, averting his gaze from Malfoy before he could say anything snarky back. Harry looked back at the appetizing pastel pink potion. He heard pretty, inviting voices surrounding his thoughts, pulling him closer to the potion. Harry tried to pull away, but it all felt so warm and cozy. The voices told him to just try it, he won't regret it. Harry's hand reached out to his glass vile, his head full of beautiful, Siren like voices singing and calling to him. His hand wrapped around it, he brought it to his lips, and tasted the sweet, chocolaty liquid. His nose filled with the scent of expensive cologne and pine, and his vision clouded with silvery-grey and forest green.
"I will be checking the looks of your potions. Everyone stand by your viles." Snape's voice snapped Harry out of his haze. He quickly shook his head and set his glass vile down again. Malfoy was already standing by Harry's hard work, hands behind his back and head held high. Harry couldn't believe that the blonde could still be so proud when practically the whole school hated his guts. Harry sort of admired that about Malfoy, but it was still overcome by the overwhelming need to choke him out.
Harry felt nervous as Snape strolled over and leaned down to look at Harry's potion. He squinted, and grumbled and wrote something down on the piece of parchment he held. "SO?" Harry asked. "The potion should glow more. You should have added more Refined Peppermint Oil. Other than that, it is fine." Snape answered before going on to the next pair's potions.
"Merlin, that scared me. I thought I was going to get a horrible grade." Harry sighed in relief as he put a hand over his heart. "Of course you got a good grade, I was your partner after all." Malfoy scoffed. Harry turned to the Slytherin to bite back, but when his eyes met Malfoy's, he saw the same silvery-grey and forest green he saw when he drank some of the Amortentia potion. Harry blinked and moved his round framed glasses out of the way to rub his eyes. "What, Potter? Am I too gorgeous for your peasant eyes?" Malfoy laughed. "I'm beautiful, I know. You don't have to go on, but you may if you must." Harry moved his glasses back. "No, Malfoy, quite the opposite."
Just then, a loud bang and the sound of shouting and cursing filled the small classroom. Harry and Malfoy jumped and turned in the direction of the ruckus. "Longbottom! Get to the nurses office right this instant. After you get done there, you are to clean this mess up immediately." Snape's voice rose to be heard over all the whispering. "Yes!" Poor Neville. He had made yet another potion blow up. He rushed out of the room, covering in pink misty liquid. Professor Snape pinched the bridge of his nose. "Because Mr. Longbottom has messed up yet another potion, we will be testing them on the birds next week. Now yet to the rest of your classes. You are all already running late." Snape ordered the students.
Harry wasted no time gathering his things and marching out of the room. "What, Pottor, no good bye kiss?" Malfoy asked as Harry made a dash for the door. "Keep those chapped caterpillars to yourself, Malfoy." Harry pushed his glasses up and stopped to wait for the other rushing students to clear the door way. Malfoy of course took the opportunity to poke fun at Harry some more. "Are you going to go meet that Wessle and that Know It All later?" If you wanted to get Harry fired up and ready for a fist fight, it was by insulting his two best friends: Ron Weasly and Hermoine Granger. "Listen, Malfoy, I just want to be left alone today. Can't you bother Blaze or Emortentia? Someone who actually wants to talk to you? I would be so much easier, I promise." Harry tapped his foot impatiently. As Malfoy went on and on about anything and everything, Harry made his escape.
Harry had more important things to do. He had to figure out what those lights were. What if the potion did something other than some weird color shit? He knew just the person to ask.
Hermoine.