I'm in love with you (DRARRY)

11 Harry

Harry was burning with rage as he watched Snape continue with his Potions class. Why did he have to be so mean? Especially to him? 

He felt Draco grab his thumb and hide it under his robes again. His touch made Harry tense slightly and he made a small sigh.

''What is Snape's problem?'' Draco muttered under his breath, but Harry still heard it.

''I think it's because we're opposite houses,'' he whispered back.

''Mr Potter.''

Harry looked up to see Snape staring at him with anger.

''Yes?''

''Why are you talking during my lesson?''

''Why are you teaching during my conversation?'' The words left Harry's mouth as quickly as he had thought of them.

Everyone gasped at Harry's response. Even Draco was surprised.

''That's enough!'' Snape bellowed, causing everyone to grip onto their seats in fear, ''Fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor and Mr Potter's detention will last for a week entirely! And if I heard any other remarks or if you all even think about talking behind my back during my class, you will never see the light of day again!''

Harry regretted what he had said instantly. Snape was angry.

''Now stay seated and be quiet!''

As Snape continued as if nothing had happened, Harry slumped in his seat. He felt Draco stroking his thumb underneath his robes.

Once Snape had finished his lecture about speaking potions, he quietly went to sit at his desk while the students fearfully stood up to get the ingredients to brew said potion.

Draco let go of Harry's thumb to get the ingredients. Harry took out a piece of parchment and scribbled down the recipe. 

When Draco got back, he had finished and handed the piece of parchment to his boyfriend.

''That's a lot of steps,'' he said.

''I know,'' Harry replied.

They began working on the potion when suddenly Snape's voice bellowed over the chatter of the students.

''Quiet now!''

The chattering stopped abruptly.

''Now, I have some news. I've decided to grade your essays today and give them to you now. When I call your name you will come up here and recieve your score. Mr Weasley.''

Ron got up and took the piece of parchment out of Snape's hands. By the look on his face, Harry assumed that he had gotten a bad score.

''Mr Malfoy.''

Draco left Harry to go and get his essay. When he got back, he showed his score to his boyfriend. An E.

''Ms Granger.''

Hermione beamed when she saw her score and Harry knew that she must've gotten an O.

''Mr Potter.''

The words felt like a cold knife stabbing him in the chest. He knew that Snape wasn't fair and, after the scene earlier, he knew that he had failed.

He hastily walked to Snape's desk and avoided the professor's smug look as he took his essay. His eyes widened when he saw his score.

He had gotten a T.

Harry thought that he would get at least a P or D. Not a T.

He sadly walked back to his seat and looked at his essay. It was almost good enough to get an A and he even had help from Hermione. He knew that Snape had failed him on purpose.