Planning Party Games: Drarry

Unfortunate Groupings and Longing Stares

The eighth year's schedule was quite simple- One mandatory class per day, electives were completely optional this term- leaving the few who chose to opt out of extra classes with a fair amount of free time. All of their classes took place at eight am sharp in an attempt to not disrupt the usual variety of students.

"Potions, Slug Club Ringleader, fantastic." Draco complained as he walked through one of the dungeon's corridors.

"Just because your future husband got the Felix Felicis doesn't mean you have to resent the poor old man." Blaise commented, knowing Harry was just about to walk in front of them.

"Future husband, eh?" Harry teased happily as he walked past the four former Slytherins, "It could be worse." He said, winking at Draco and turning back around, carrying on in his merry pursuit of knowledge.

     "Did you just see that?" Draco whispered in a genuinely terrified manner, gesturing back to Harry's retreating figure. "Am I seeing things or did the bastard fucking wink." He asked, looking for his friends for assurance.

     "It would appear he did." Theo observed out of the situation. "Flirty bloke, he is." He said, joining Draco and Blaise in staring at his muscles flex as he strode towards the potions classroom door.

     "I'll admit, he does have quite the ass, Draco." Pansy teased, admiring with the rest of them.

     "How much you want to bet that ole sluggy is going to pair us by dorms?" Seamus called from behind the dazed group, smirking.

     "I see, you lot are to distracted by Potter's nice ass to wager your fortunes." Padma taunted them all as she crept up on the other side of the group.

     "Understandably so, I mean, just look at the bloke go..." Dean defended as he too fell into the trance.

     "You're all going to be late." Hermione reminded as they reached a near halt, their eyes being far to preoccupied.

     "Wouldn't want to miss Slughorn telling us to smell god damn amortentia." Draco complained again, recalling when he refused to tell what it smelt like to him because Harry was also in advanced potions and could surely recognize his own scent.

     "Now, now, Draco, it's all in good fun." Blaise assured, grinning as he placed his hands on Draco's shoulder behind him and began to correct his pace manually.

*****

     "Welcome to potions!" Horace boomed as the large mass of student poured into the classroom. "Kindly sit with your assigned dorm mates, in exception of Ronald Weasley who will be joining..." He paused as he glanced down at his notes, "Dean and Seamus." Slughorn instructed, watching as all but Draco filed in fluidly.

     "Called it." Seamus called in a low tone to Dean and Ron who now sat on stools positioned on either side of him.

     "Don't be shy, Draco, if you can sleep with him surely you can be seated together." He pushed, making Draco blush a deep pink and a few of his classmates to chuckle breathily. Draco hesitantly moved towards his designated stool in the second to front row of tables, setting his satchel down beside him and not sparing a glance or word to his newly assigned partner for all of term.

     "What are you taking for electives this year?" Harry asked respectfully as the potions professor waddled back to behind his desk.

     "Ancient runes and arithmancy." Draco responded, only his lips moving awry from their former position. "You?" He questioned back, not wanting to come off as overly distant.

     "Ancient runes, arithmancy, and alchemy." Harry answered back, slightly pleased with himself that he was doing more to over exceed than Draco Malfoy. "I take it you are also in advanced potions?" He asked, trying to keep the conversation alive long enough for Horace to finish scribbling messily on the blackboard.

     "Indeed, as are you?" Draco asked back, curious that he was still successful despite no longer possessing his tattered book.

     "I am." Harry said, ending the conversation as Slughorn began to go over what they would be brewing that day.

     "Today you will be reviewing Draught of Peace, not the most difficult concoction but quite useful, especially in times like this." He reviewed, a sympathetic look taking over his face as he looked in Harry and Draco's direction. "Open your books to page two hundred seventy six for the ingredients, and turn the page to access the instructions." He continued to explain, "Begin!"

     "Prep cauldron or fetch ingredients, I'll take whichever." Harry stated, implying for Draco to pick whether he wished to enter the storage closet or begin to bake alive sooner than necessary.

     "I'll get ingredients." He replied, quickly standing and nervously venturing to the closet, Harry's calm face already imprinted on his eyelids. He calmly picked around the storage room, easily finding the powdered moonstone, syrup of hellebore, powdered porcupine quills, and powdered unicorn horn all in their respective labeled jars.

     Stepping out of the closet, a new mask of someone who had their shit together on and arms full of ash substances was very pleased with the view of his work station. Harry had taken off the his heavy black robe and rolled up the sleeves to his white button down, exposing his somehow toned forearms.

     "Well come on then." Harry called softly to Draco, his arms full of various substances as he stood observing intently in front of the desk. "I've got the base simmering correctly, now we need to add the powdered moonstone" He requested, reaching into Draco's arms and pulling out the correct jar, spooning out the correct amount and beginning to stir.

     Draco wasn't focusing on the potion's color, but more on the person crafting it so effortlessly, not even breaking a sweat from the immense heat of the fire, causing him to stare.

     "How are you not sweating?" Draco eventually asked, his thoughtful staring not helping him to make any sort of conclusion. Instead of just telling him what he was casting over himself, Harry waved a hand over Draco, casting a wandless cooling charm.

     "Cooling charm." He said after he completed the correct amount of clockwise stirs,  now letting it rest momentarily.

     "Yeah, I kind of got that when a wave of cold air flew at me." He attempted to complain sarcastically, what he came off as instead not being entirely clear.

     "Hand me the syrup of hellebore, please." Harry requested politely, "Add it and we're done." He continued, snapping Draco out of his mini trance and resulting in the passing of the the syrup. "Thanks."

*****

     "Exceptionally well done, all of you." Slughorn congratulated, "You are dismissed."