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Potions Class and More Dreams
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters, they are all purely J.K. Rowling’s brilliance.
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Chapter Four – Potions Class And More Dreams
Harry watched his least favorite professor stride into the room, robes billowing behind him, wondering what form of torture he had to endure today. Snape’s onyx eyes immediately targeted Harry, and he snarled “Get up, Potter. From now on, you will be partnered with Malfoy.” Inwardly laughing, the teen rose. Snape obviously thought that he was putting him through some sort of torture, by placing him next to Draco. As he took the empty seat on Draco’s left, the blonde glanced at him, the infamous sneer still in place, but with clear amusement shining in his silver eyes.
“Today you will be making a simple Sleeping Draught. I pity those who can’t even scrape this ridiculously easy potion together.” growled Snape, giving Neville a significant glare. He waved his hand. “The instructions are on the board, and the ingredients are in the cabinet. You have one hour.” With that, he sat down at his desk with a flurry of his black robes and began going over something.
“Potter, get the ingredients,” ordered Draco. “Why do I have to be the servant?” questioned Harry. “Because you are completely incompetent in this class,” replied Draco calmly. “Now go.”
Harry obeyed, mumbling the whole way, something about damning certain blonde Slytherins for being so fucking sexy when they were controlling.
When he returned, they began working in silence, with instructions directed to Harry every few minutes. Draco smirked, waiting for a good moment.
:So, Potter, have a good night’s sleep?: Draco commented nonchalantly, the smirk obvious in his tone.
Harry dropped the glass vial of liquid he was holding. “Five points from Gryffindor.” Snape said. “But, sir…” Harry trailed off. “Five more points for even trying to come up with a pathetic excuse.”
Draco snickered, pleased with his results. Emerald eyes glared at him, and he smirked back defiantly.
:My night of sleep was fine, thank you very much.: Harry snapped.
:Really? Would you say it was…oh, I don’t know…pleasurable?:
Emerald quickly turned to lock with silver, searching, looking to confirm that Draco did indeed know. His hand froze, and for the second time in two minutes, a potion ingredient slipped through Harry’s fingers.
:Wow, I’ve never seen Gryffindor’s Golden Boy panic.: the blonde commented, throwing Potter’s earlier words back at him.
“Potter! Why is that you can’t seem to go one lesson without dropping my ingredients??” Snape snapped. “Another five points, and detention tomorrow night with me.”
Harry glared at both his professor and his partner, knowing he could no object, for what would he have said. But, Professor Snape, Draco was mentally taunting me about my erotic dreams about him. That wasn’t exactly going to go over well. So he settled for second best: bothering Draco.
:Why the hell did you have to do that? Now I have detention!: he grumbled.
:Do what? I was simply asking if you slept well.: the Slytherin said innocently.
Harry snorted, eyes flashing disbelief. :Bullshit. So I’m guessing you know about the dream.:
:It so happens that I do, Potter, and it’s very interesting. The Boy Who Lived having erotic dreams about me…oh, the possibilities…:
:It’s not like you can say anything. The dream wasn’t something I asked for. You, however, voluntarily decided to jerk off while thinking of me.:
Draco rolled his eyes, knowing Potter was right. :Whatever,: he said. :You still thought of me in an sexual way, and we both know you enjoyed it.:
It was Harry’s turn to blush, images from the dream invading his mind. He forced them out, for he knew that if he didn’t, he would have a certain embarrassing situation that he most certainly didn’t want to have in the middle of Potions class.
Noticing the red shade of the Gryffindor’s face, the smirking voice said :So, I was that good, huh.: The tanned skin turned a shade darker, and Draco leaned over, placed his mouth about an inch from Potter’s ear, and whispered, “Just so you know…I am that good in person.”
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A few words whispered in his ear. That’s all it was. No reason to get all hot and bothered. So remind me again why I can’t seem to get the feel of Draco’s mouth so close to my skin out of my head. An inch closer and those lips would have been on me…He shivered with just the thought of it.
He smirked. If only Ron and Mione could hear my thoughts now. He was bloody fantasizing about Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake. I wish I could do more than fantasize, he thoughckedckedly, then froze at this sudden thought. Oh well, at least he’s hott.
As soon as he sat down at the Gryffindor table across from his friends, they immediately asked him what had happened in class. He blushed while lying “That was nothing, just me being clumsy.” Accepting this explanation completely, Ron dove back into the mountain of food he was currently making a dent in. Hermione, however, looked at him with narrowed, skeptical eyes.
“Harry?”, came the sudden interjection from Seamus Finnigan. “Why is Malfoy staring at you and smirking?” Raven hair flew as Harry whipped his head around quickly, searching for Draco. He found the Slytherin looking at him intently with a wide smirk on his face, smugness shown in his eyes. Looking deeper, he saw a spark of desire deep within the silver depths, and smirked right back. Draco quickly averted his gaze, retreating to the current conversations of the Slytherin table.
Harry turned back to his friends, and was instantly met with questioning glances from everyone, except Ron, for he waill ill concentrating on his food, like usual. Avoiding their stares, he continued eating. They all groaned, realizing Harry wasn’t going to explain. Normal conversations resumed, and all eyes left him. All eyes, that is, except Hermione’s. Her calculating mind was working at full speed, and she could tell something more was going on with her secretive best friend, and vowed to corner him in a manner where he could not escape.
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Evening found the Gryffindors lounging in their cozy common room, fire blazing, various games of Exploding Snap and wizard’s chess in action. Harry and Hermione were the only two actually doing schoolwork; Hermione because that’s what she always did, and Harry because he figured Snape didn’t need another reason to bother him. This was pointless, seeing as Snape would always find a way to torment him, but he figured that he might as well give it a shot.
After a half hour of trying to complete the unfair essay the bitter Potions Master had assigned them, his mind began to wander, and he gave up. He wandered over to Ron, who was currently kicking Dean’s ass at chess, and began to observe the game. Anything was better than doing homework.
Hope lit Dean’s eyes as he captured one of Ron’s bishops, and Harry laughed, for he was often in the same position, and knew full well that Ron would kick his ass anyway. Time passed, and people began to file slowly out of the common room, leaving only him and Hermione. He started for the door, saying good night to her, but she stopped him with a stern “Harry James Potter.” He turned around quickly, throwing her a look and muttering “What did I do?” “There’s something going on that you’re not telling me about,” said the ever-observant brunette. Harry panicked, not quite sure how to reply. He went for simple.
“Do we have to do this?” One look from his friend shut him up. “Fine,” he sighed, defeated. Hermione smirked happily and asked him “So what’s it about?”
Harry blushed and looked down. A gentle hand under his chin lifted his eyes to Hermione’s. “You know that you can tell me anything right? I won’t judge you.” A genuine smile came with the joking response, “I knew there was a reason I was friends with you.” Hermione smacked him lightly, her face resuming it’s serious expression.
“Um, okay…it’s kind of about…Draco.”
“Draco?” Hermione arched an eyebrow.
The emerald-eyed boy blushed, realizing his slip-up. “Can you give me a little time to figure this all out? I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
“Of course. Good night, Harry.”
With that, they went to their separate dorms. It took a long time for Harry to fall asleep, wanting more dreams of Malfoy just as much as he didn’t want them.
He was awakened the next morning by the Slytherin’s voice in his head. :That was a damn good dream. Who knew Potter could be so fucking hott and sexy?? Hehe, the possibilities…: Harry grinned, realizing that Malfoy didn’t know he could hear his thoughts at the moment. Pay back time.
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Potions class found Potter and Malfoy once again silently working on the assigned draught. Harry stole continuous sideways glances at Malfoy, which did not go unnoticed by the blonde. After a few more moments of being observed, Draco put his knife down and sighed.
:May I ask why the fuck you keep looking at me? It’s rather unnerving.:
:But, Draco, I was just wondering what your face looked like while I was pleasuring you in the dream you had last night,: an innocent voice replied.
The Slytherin froze, then dropped down into his seat, banging his head against the desk a few times for good measure. Potter’s smug laughter rang in his mind, and he groaned.
Bloody hell, he thought. Why must every single thing come back and bite me in the ass?
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Chapter Four – Potions Class And More Dreams
Harry watched his least favorite professor stride into the room, robes billowing behind him, wondering what form of torture he had to endure today. Snape’s onyx eyes immediately targeted Harry, and he snarled “Get up, Potter. From now on, you will be partnered with Malfoy.” Inwardly laughing, the teen rose. Snape obviously thought that he was putting him through some sort of torture, by placing him next to Draco. As he took the empty seat on Draco’s left, the blonde glanced at him, the infamous sneer still in place, but with clear amusement shining in his silver eyes.
“Today you will be making a simple Sleeping Draught. I pity those who can’t even scrape this ridiculously easy potion together.” growled Snape, giving Neville a significant glare. He waved his hand. “The instructions are on the board, and the ingredients are in the cabinet. You have one hour.” With that, he sat down at his desk with a flurry of his black robes and began going over something.
“Potter, get the ingredients,” ordered Draco. “Why do I have to be the servant?” questioned Harry. “Because you are completely incompetent in this class,” replied Draco calmly. “Now go.”
Harry obeyed, mumbling the whole way, something about damning certain blonde Slytherins for being so fucking sexy when they were controlling.
When he returned, they began working in silence, with instructions directed to Harry every few minutes. Draco smirked, waiting for a good moment.
:So, Potter, have a good night’s sleep?: Draco commented nonchalantly, the smirk obvious in his tone.
Harry dropped the glass vial of liquid he was holding. “Five points from Gryffindor.” Snape said. “But, sir…” Harry trailed off. “Five more points for even trying to come up with a pathetic excuse.”
Draco snickered, pleased with his results. Emerald eyes glared at him, and he smirked back defiantly.
:My night of sleep was fine, thank you very much.: Harry snapped.
:Really? Would you say it was…oh, I don’t know…pleasurable?:
Emerald quickly turned to lock with silver, searching, looking to confirm that Draco did indeed know. His hand froze, and for the second time in two minutes, a potion ingredient slipped through Harry’s fingers.
:Wow, I’ve never seen Gryffindor’s Golden Boy panic.: the blonde commented, throwing Potter’s earlier words back at him.
“Potter! Why is that you can’t seem to go one lesson without dropping my ingredients??” Snape snapped. “Another five points, and detention tomorrow night with me.”
Harry glared at both his professor and his partner, knowing he could no object, for what would he have said. But, Professor Snape, Draco was mentally taunting me about my erotic dreams about him. That wasn’t exactly going to go over well. So he settled for second best: bothering Draco.
:Why the hell did you have to do that? Now I have detention!: he grumbled.
:Do what? I was simply asking if you slept well.: the Slytherin said innocently.
Harry snorted, eyes flashing disbelief. :Bullshit. So I’m guessing you know about the dream.:
:It so happens that I do, Potter, and it’s very interesting. The Boy Who Lived having erotic dreams about me…oh, the possibilities…:
:It’s not like you can say anything. The dream wasn’t something I asked for. You, however, voluntarily decided to jerk off while thinking of me.:
Draco rolled his eyes, knowing Potter was right. :Whatever,: he said. :You still thought of me in an sexual way, and we both know you enjoyed it.:
It was Harry’s turn to blush, images from the dream invading his mind. He forced them out, for he knew that if he didn’t, he would have a certain embarrassing situation that he most certainly didn’t want to have in the middle of Potions class.
Noticing the red shade of the Gryffindor’s face, the smirking voice said :So, I was that good, huh.: The tanned skin turned a shade darker, and Draco leaned over, placed his mouth about an inch from Potter’s ear, and whispered, “Just so you know…I am that good in person.”
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A few words whispered in his ear. That’s all it was. No reason to get all hot and bothered. So remind me again why I can’t seem to get the feel of Draco’s mouth so close to my skin out of my head. An inch closer and those lips would have been on me…He shivered with just the thought of it.
He smirked. If only Ron and Mione could hear my thoughts now. He was bloody fantasizing about Malfoy, for Merlin’s sake. I wish I could do more than fantasize, he thoughckedckedly, then froze at this sudden thought. Oh well, at least he’s hott.
As soon as he sat down at the Gryffindor table across from his friends, they immediately asked him what had happened in class. He blushed while lying “That was nothing, just me being clumsy.” Accepting this explanation completely, Ron dove back into the mountain of food he was currently making a dent in. Hermione, however, looked at him with narrowed, skeptical eyes.
“Harry?”, came the sudden interjection from Seamus Finnigan. “Why is Malfoy staring at you and smirking?” Raven hair flew as Harry whipped his head around quickly, searching for Draco. He found the Slytherin looking at him intently with a wide smirk on his face, smugness shown in his eyes. Looking deeper, he saw a spark of desire deep within the silver depths, and smirked right back. Draco quickly averted his gaze, retreating to the current conversations of the Slytherin table.
Harry turned back to his friends, and was instantly met with questioning glances from everyone, except Ron, for he waill ill concentrating on his food, like usual. Avoiding their stares, he continued eating. They all groaned, realizing Harry wasn’t going to explain. Normal conversations resumed, and all eyes left him. All eyes, that is, except Hermione’s. Her calculating mind was working at full speed, and she could tell something more was going on with her secretive best friend, and vowed to corner him in a manner where he could not escape.
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Evening found the Gryffindors lounging in their cozy common room, fire blazing, various games of Exploding Snap and wizard’s chess in action. Harry and Hermione were the only two actually doing schoolwork; Hermione because that’s what she always did, and Harry because he figured Snape didn’t need another reason to bother him. This was pointless, seeing as Snape would always find a way to torment him, but he figured that he might as well give it a shot.
After a half hour of trying to complete the unfair essay the bitter Potions Master had assigned them, his mind began to wander, and he gave up. He wandered over to Ron, who was currently kicking Dean’s ass at chess, and began to observe the game. Anything was better than doing homework.
Hope lit Dean’s eyes as he captured one of Ron’s bishops, and Harry laughed, for he was often in the same position, and knew full well that Ron would kick his ass anyway. Time passed, and people began to file slowly out of the common room, leaving only him and Hermione. He started for the door, saying good night to her, but she stopped him with a stern “Harry James Potter.” He turned around quickly, throwing her a look and muttering “What did I do?” “There’s something going on that you’re not telling me about,” said the ever-observant brunette. Harry panicked, not quite sure how to reply. He went for simple.
“Do we have to do this?” One look from his friend shut him up. “Fine,” he sighed, defeated. Hermione smirked happily and asked him “So what’s it about?”
Harry blushed and looked down. A gentle hand under his chin lifted his eyes to Hermione’s. “You know that you can tell me anything right? I won’t judge you.” A genuine smile came with the joking response, “I knew there was a reason I was friends with you.” Hermione smacked him lightly, her face resuming it’s serious expression.
“Um, okay…it’s kind of about…Draco.”
“Draco?” Hermione arched an eyebrow.
The emerald-eyed boy blushed, realizing his slip-up. “Can you give me a little time to figure this all out? I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
“Of course. Good night, Harry.”
With that, they went to their separate dorms. It took a long time for Harry to fall asleep, wanting more dreams of Malfoy just as much as he didn’t want them.
He was awakened the next morning by the Slytherin’s voice in his head. :That was a damn good dream. Who knew Potter could be so fucking hott and sexy?? Hehe, the possibilities…: Harry grinned, realizing that Malfoy didn’t know he could hear his thoughts at the moment. Pay back time.
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Potions class found Potter and Malfoy once again silently working on the assigned draught. Harry stole continuous sideways glances at Malfoy, which did not go unnoticed by the blonde. After a few more moments of being observed, Draco put his knife down and sighed.
:May I ask why the fuck you keep looking at me? It’s rather unnerving.:
:But, Draco, I was just wondering what your face looked like while I was pleasuring you in the dream you had last night,: an innocent voice replied.
The Slytherin froze, then dropped down into his seat, banging his head against the desk a few times for good measure. Potter’s smug laughter rang in his mind, and he groaned.
Bloody hell, he thought. Why must every single thing come back and bite me in the ass?