Dramione One Shots

Veritaserum

7th year; everyone alive has returned; Potions class

"Good morning class," Professor Slughorn bellowed to the class as he walked through the door.

He walked down the rows to the front of the class. He picked up a vial of clear liquid and held it up.

"Does anyone know what potion this is?" Slughorn asked.

No one knew, so they all turned to Hermione, waiting for her answer.

Before Hermione could even raise her hand, Slughorn called on her, "Ms. Granger."

"It Veritaserum, sir."

"Very good. And I assume you know what it does?"

Hermione nodded, "It forces the drinker to tell the truth. Different time lengths depend on the amount taken."

"Very good, ten points to Gryffindor. Now I am going to pair you up in groups of two based on your academic level. You'll be paired with someone of the same level, or as close as you get.

Now the pairs, Ms. Greengrass with Ms. Greengrass; Mr. Zabini with Mr. Potter; Mr. Weasely with Ms. Parkinson; Mr. Longbottom with Ms. Patil; and Mr. Malfoy with Ms. Granger. Those are the pairs and no-"

"Professor!" Ron exclaimed.

"You can't pair Malfoy and Hermione together," Harry said.

"He's right," Zabini added, "They'll kill each other within the first ten minutes."

"I'm sorry but he's the only one close to her academic level. She's top of the class with Mr. Malfoy right behind her by ten points, followed by Mr. Potter who is fifty points behind." Slughorn explained.

"But, sir-" Harry started.

"No. The pairings are not changing. Move to sit with your partner. You will be brewing Veritaserum. Recipe on page fourty-three. When your done please tell me and I will give you the next instructions. Begin."

Hermione sighed and stood up from her seat in between Harry and Ron.

"Good luck Hermione," They chorused.

"If I don't make it out alive, punch his nose like I did third year," Hermione mumbled grabbing her bag.

Harry and Ron met each others eye for half a second before bursting out into laughter. Hermione rolled her eyes and trudged over to Malfoy's desk.

"Why were Potter and Weasel laughing?" Malfoy asked as Hermione sat down and pulled out her potions book.

"I told them that if you kill me, they need to punch you in the nose like I did third year," Hermione muttered turning to the right page.

Malfoy smirked and leaned back in his seat, "You broke my nose you know?"

"Good."

Malfoy gave a small chuckle, "What do we need?"

"Here," Hermione said shoving her book over, "You want to know, you read. I've already memorized this potion."

"You did?"

"Yes," Hermione sighed standing up, "I'll go get the ingredients."

Malfoy stared in shock as she walked to the supply cupboard. He continued to stare until she returned with all the materials needed.

"What?" She asked when she realized Malfoy had been staring for a full minute.

"Nothing," He said.