Hellooo alll! I know I haven't updated in like forever, and I am sorry! I've been SUPER busy with schoolwork and homework and I was thinking of more romantic moments for them.... Now, I was thinking of maybe them getting together secretly, or just realizing their love for each other in the final book. IDK, I guess you will find out when I decide ;) READ ON!
Chapter 7-The Boggart
Malfoy finally made his reappearance late Thursday morning, when the Gryffindors and Slytherins were halfway through Potions. He strode into the dungeon, his right arm wrapped in bandages and held in a sling, acting as if he were the last survivor of an earthquake or some other natural disaster.
"How is it, Draco?" cood Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?"
"Yeah," said Malfoy, fake-grimacing. He winked at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
"Settle down, settle down," said Snape in a bored tone.
Hermione, who was sitting two tables behind Harry and Ron, helping Neville, saw them scowl at each other. If any of them had walked in late, the least amount of trouble they would have gotten in was detention for two weeks. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with just about anything, Snape was head of Slytherin House and favored all of his students above everyone else.
They were making an unfamiliar potion today, a Shrinking Solution, apparently. Malfoy had sat right across from Harry and Ron, so that they were sharing the same table.
"Sir," Malfoy called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm - "
"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," said Snape without even a glance in their direction.
Ron went red as a tomatoe.
Hermione saw him hiss something to Malfoy, and then seizing Malfoy's roots to cut them up into very unequal pieces.
"Professor," Malfoy sneered. "Weasley's mutilating my roots, sir."
Snape approached their table and ordered Ron to exchange roots with Malfoy, so now Ron was trying to repair the damage done to the roots he had to use.
Malfoy proceeded to have Harry skin his shrivelfig, and then whisper quietly to them as they did his work, and theirs, at the same time.
Next to Hermione, Neville was hurriedly trying to repair his potion, which had turned an unpleasant shade of orange.
"Orange, Longbottom," said Snape as he approached their table to bully Neville for the fun of it. "Orange. Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one rat spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?"
Neville was pink and the face and trembling all over. He looked as though he were about to burst into tears.
"Please, sir," Hermione piped up, "plase, I could help Neville put it right - "
"I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger," said Snape harshly, and Hermione could feel her face heating up. "Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly."
Snape moved away to breathe down someone else's neck, leaving Neville paralyzed.
"Help me!" he moaned.
"Oh, alright," Hermione sighed exasperatedly.
She glanced over at Harry and Ron's table and saw them talking to Seamus Finnigan, and then bickering furiously with Malfoy.