Description: This imagine was requested by HarryPotterGeek1397!
House: Slytherin
Blood Status: Pureblood
Warning: Swearing
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"You're going to do great, y/n. I believe in you... Remember, we did all that practice together. It'll pay off, y/n. Just watch it. It'll all come together," Draco whispers to you, his hand on your waist outside the Potions room. "This is our first brewing session in two weeks and you can see all the colours. You've got this."
"Thanks, Draco," you reply, snuggling into his chest. Snape suddenly bursts through the door of his classroom and tells everyone to come in. All the students file in in pairs and take their seats. A few seconds after you and Draco sit down, Pansy drops her bag loudly across the table from you. Draco rolls his eyes and rests his head in the palm of his hand and takes your hand under the table with his free one, stroking your hand gently.
"Drakie!" she screeches. "How are you?!"
"Fine," he replies, uninterested in making any sort of conversation with Pansy.
"Are you ready for today's potions class, Draco?" she calls, still hoping he'll respond. He shrugs her question off and she frowns and turns to you. "How about you... y/n? Are you ready to fail today's class like you did last time?"
You ignore her as well, setting up your cauldron. Professor Snape clears his throat to explain today's potion. All the way through Professor Snape's schpeel, she glares at you. Almost being able to feel her resonating anger, Professor Snape finishes talking.
"You have all period. Begin," he says, disappearing into his office a moment later. The room nearly explodes with the noise of more cauldrons being set on the table and the students rushing to the cupboard for ingredients. You hang back for a second, trying to avoid the scramble. Once the crowd has dispersed, you go up the cupboard to retrieve your materials. Once you open the cupboard, you realise that everything in the jars is much brighter than ever. You can finally see everything. All of the jars aren't just a mess of grey, but beautifully, or not so beautifully in some cases, materials.
"You got this, y/n," Draco says with a smile as you bring all your ingredients back.
"Thanks, Draco," you reply with a small smile, watching Pansy's face turn bright red at your interaction with her "one and only". She round the table and whispers into your ear.
"Don't think that Draco likes you... He's obviously playing you for me!" she grins maliciously. You sigh. You don't have time to deal with Pansy. If it was lunchtime, you would surely punch her in the face, but now was Potions and all that mattered was acing this brewing session.
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"Fifteen minutes on low heat until it turns chartreuse...," you mumble to yourself, turning the dial below your cauldron to the lowest setting. You check your potions book again and then sit back down on your stool to watch the clock and your potion. Next to you, Draco is busy brewing his potions, only two steps behind you, stirring his potion gently. He looks over at you and smiles kindly, happy your potion is going well. Returning his gaze to his own potion, a loud explosion erupts from the cauldron across from yours, filling the room with black smoke. Once the smog clears, you look around and see who's potion blew up. It's Pansy's potion.
"Ugh!" she gasps. "How?!"
A few of the Gryffindors in the corner of the room snicker at her struggles and Draco can't help but crack a grin on his face. Pansy's hair, that had once been tied back in a neatly braided crown, has now escaped hair ties and frizzed everywhere in every possible angle from her head. Her normally silky dark brown hair, now stringy and covered in soot, looks rather unsettling to the eye and mind. Noticing Draco's gaze, she attempts to straighten out her hair by forcing her fingers through it. Despite her efforts, she only makes her hair worse by getting her fingers caught in her mangled strands of hair.
"Drakie! Help!" she gasps, tugging her hand away from her gnarled mess of hair. Draco stops in his tracks, but almost immediately after shakes his head, motioning to his potion.
"I think he's busy, Pansy," you laugh.
"Could you help me y/n?" she gasps. "I can't walk around like this! My image would be ruined!"
"Oh, Pansy...," you sigh. "Do you really think I care about your image anymore?"
"Y/n, please!"
"If you weren't such a bitch to me two weeks ago, I'd be obliged to fix your hair to save you from further humiliation, but since the events of two weeks ago really happened, good luck fixing that mat of hair," you quip, turning your back on her and returning to your steaming cauldron.
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"Stop!" Professor Snape calls to the students. "The brewing period is over. Stand by your potion and I will come by and grade your potion... PUT THE STIRRING ROD DOWN, MISS GRANGER! Mr Longbottom does not need your assistance. His grade is final and five points from Gryffindor."
You watch nervously as Professor Snape weaves through the students with his clipboard and quill, twirling your thumbs in anticipation.
"You did great y/n! He'll give you top marks, I'm sure," Draco whispers, taking your hands in his and giving them a light kiss. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Pansy's cheeks turn flaming red with jealousy. At last, Professor Snape reaches your table, grading Draco's first.
"Well done Mr Malfoy. A fine job! You have earned yourself an Exceeds Expectations. You must have added the dragon's blood too early and that is why your potion's consistency is slightly off. If you had just added the blood a few moments later, you would have earned yourself and Outstanding. Very nice work," he praises Draco. Draco smirks.
"Congratulations, Draco!" you mouth to him. He gives your hands a loving squeeze as Professor Snape circles around the table to Pansy's cauldron. Her potions is an ugly puke green colour, a sharp contrast between the light lavender colour of yours and Draco's. Professor Snape pauses and picks up a stirring rod and sips it into the potion. A large hissing noise erupts from the cauldron on contact with the substance and upon lifting the stirring rod up, you and Draco both notice that the stick has completely melted into nothingness. The professor angrily disposes of the end of the rod and scribbles on his clipboard.
"Miss Parkinson!" he finally snaps.
"Yes, Professor?" she says in a hushed voice.
"What were you thinking with this potion?" she shouts.
"I-I" she stutters. "I..."
"Quiet!" he says, raising his hand. "Your errors are elementary. I noticed your potion blew up during this period. That was becasue you added the lizard's skin when the potion was light fuchsia and not dark magenta. Your consistency is all off. It is like putty. You as well had an error with adding the dragon's blood. Mr Malfoy added it too early, but you, on the other hand, added it in far too late. You have had many other errors today, most of them involving your accuracy of judging colours correctly, but I do not care to explain them all! This is an absolute disaster, Miss Parkinson... I expected better of you! Your potions today has earned you a Dreadful, almost a Troll grade!"
The students in the class all start to murmur. Snape did hand out Dreadfuls, but never to a Slytherin. Pansy, flustered looks around at all the people laughing at her and her blood reach its boiling point.
"I didn't do this, y/n did!" she shouts, pointing her ugly finger at you.
"Me?" you gasp, horrified at Pansy's accusation. "How could I?"
"You swapped out cauldrons! It's y/n who has trouble with colours! She's the one who's earned the Dreadful today like she always does!" she screams.
"No, Miss Parkinson. You're lying. Your current cauldron clearly has your initials on the side of it. You will see me in detention for a week and a half for lying to a Professor about the academic dishonesty of another student and being academically dishonest yourself. Seven o'clock is when I expect you here," he drawls. He flicks his wand, making Pansy's gelatin-like mixture disappear, leaving her humiliated and dumbfounded. He turns to you.
"Well, Miss y/l/n?" he says, turning to a new page in his grade book. "What have you got for me today?"
You lean back, giving Professor Snape access to your potion. He stirs it around and drops a few stones in it, recording the reaction. Finally, he straightens himself up and looks you in the eye.
"P-Professor?" you ask weakly, afraid he'll start yelling like he always does.
"Well done Miss y/l/n. Your potion is absolutely perfect. I have never seen a portion of this stature brewed by a fifth year like yourself! You should be very proud of your improvement from your last brewing session. I can see you've put in the necessary work for success, which has earned you an Outstanding. Class dismissed," he says proudly, giving you a nod. You smile up at him from your stool, almost shaking from excitement. Suddenly you feel Draco's arms flung around you.
"You did it y/n!" he shouts happily. "You did it! You really did it! You're so amazing, babe!"
"I couldn't have done it without you, Draco! You were such a help thanks for tutoring me! You're a lifesaver!" you squeal, jumping up and down in his arms.
"DRACO!" you both hear a nasally, high pitched screech sound from behind you tow. You part from your embrace to find a raging Pansy Parkinson, still covered in potions ingredients. "What are you doing with her? She's nothing but scum! How can you ignore me when I'm like this and in need? Don't you like me?!"
"Uh... Sorry, Pansy... I'd better pass on that. I gotta go celebrate with y/n for her potions success in Hogsmeade over a butterbeer!" he laughs. "... and, no, I don't like you, Parkinson. You're just an ugly person in general... Unlike y/n... She's the most wonderful person I've ever known."
"Drakie, no! Getting you to like her is only part of her plan!" she shrieks.
"I don't think so, Parkinson. I don't want to be around anyone who thinks like that... so that means you!" he shrugs. "You betrayed y/n's trust and then proceeded to torture her and if you dare come close to hurting her again, I'll make you wish you'd never been born! Come with me, y/n. We don't need to spend time on her..."
He grabs your hand and pulls you out of the potions room and down the hall to the Slytherin common room. Once inside, he grabs you by the waist and pulls you into a deep, passionate kiss. You sigh and rest your head on his chest and listen to his calming heartbeat through his chest, taking in the moment.
"I love you, Draco. Thanks so much for helping me with everything. I owe so much to you... You've fixed my potions grade, you've helped me get rid of Pansy torturing me, you've helped me see colour and make my life so much easier... How can I ever pay you back?" you ask.
"I don't need anything more in return, y/n. Being your boyfriend is enough. I love you, too, y/n. Don't ever leave me please..."
"I wouldn't dare, Draco."
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A/N: This chapter was 1894 words long! Thanks for reading! Requests are open! More chapters to come, everyone!
- Soiea