Bestfriend

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"Welcome, welcome! Well! My advanced sixth-year class, how very nice. Now, if you'll all begin by opening your copies of Advanced Potion-Making-"
"Professor Slughorn--Ron and I didn't know if we'd be taking this class, so, we don't have books yet. Is it all right if we share with Hermione until..."
"Oh, you needn't do that, the class has a few old copies still, I'm sure. Let me look..."
He rummages in the desk and pulls out two battered copies.
"Here you are. One for you, Harry, and--Rupert, was it?"
"Very good, very good! Now, before we begin, you've all had the opportunity to observe these three cauldrons on your way in." He gestures at three cauldrons bubbling away with different contents in front of his desk.
"Can any of you hazard a guess at what is in any of them?" Belle raised her hand
"That's Polyjuice potion, sir, and that's Veritaserum, and that's Amortentia." Slughorn looks pleasantly taken aback.
"Why, that's excellent! All three! I didn't expect anyone to get the Amortentia; it's rare."
"I recognized the mother-of-pearl sheen, and the steam rising in characteristic spirals."
"Well! I shall have to keep an eye on you, young woman! You have great promise. Now, everyone, I have a little incentive for your first lesson." He holds up a tiny sealed vial full of golden liquid.
"The name of this potion is Felix Felicis. I expect, my dear, that you can tell me what that is?" Belle raise her hand again and Slughorn pick her once again
"Oh! That's...luck potion, sir. Liquid luck."
"Indeed! Quite controlled except in the most minute doses, and highly illegal in sporting events, examinations, or elections. But on an ordinary day, the contents of this vial would provide twenty-four hours of perfect bliss. Now, how can you win this little vial? I am putting you all to the task of producing a cauldronful of Draught of the Living Death. I know, I know it is far more advanced than anything you have done so far. I do not expect anyone to do it perfectly. But whoever makes the most succesful attempt, will, at the end of the class, win little Felix here. The best of luck." Belle never hesitate she knows how to do it perfectly even without looking at her book, Hermione and Slughorn is watching her carefully
Later in class. Slughorn has a large pocket watch that he consults, then begins to walk down the aisles, looking into the cauldrons.
"Time's up! Let us see how you have all done."
"Very nice; very good; hmm; oh, you used a brass stirring rod, didn't you, Mr. Finnegan, too bad; very good; not bad at all, Miss Patil...
He arrives at Belle, Harry, Ron, and Hermione's desk.
"Well! Miss Granger, I could have guessed you'd do so well. Very nice indeed! I think--"
He sees Belle's cauldron and stops short.
"Oh, my. Oh, my, Ms. Avery, I was perfectly sure you know what you are doing the way you didn't look at the ingredients, you're very smart don't you! Why, that's perfect, it looks very nearly completed, even in such a short time! Class, we have a winner."
He hands the Felix Felicis to Belle, she took it proudly and look at it before keeping it on her bag.
"Thanks I guess."
"Remember, no sporting competitions! All right, class, very nicely done for your first day. Now tell me what did you smell Mr. Malfoy?"
"Pumpkin, lavender, peppermint, and ginger.Citrus Aromatic fragrance, Pink Pepper, Rosemary, Sand, Thyme and Cloves, beef casserole, butterbeer, chocolate, cotton candy, cinnamon spiced vanilla and old books." Draco said
"Ms. Avery what about you?"
"Mahogany, subtle perfume, green apple, mint, citrus, chocolate, pumpkin juice, cinnamon and strawberry." Draco is staring at her
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Hermione looks over her shoulder. A long view of silver-and-green players trying out at the other end of the pitch, with their own little set of stands.
"Yes...?"
"Where's Malfoy?"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione are together. Draco Malfoy is off in another corner, talking to no one. The classroom already seems darker and gloomier. Hermione, Ron, and Harry are glancing over at Draco.
"If Malfoy's not going out for Quidditch this year, good riddance, I say."
"Yeah, but it's not like him, is it? But don't you realized Belle helped harry and she isn't near draco?"
"Aren't they broke up last year?"
"They are but they got back as I remember?"
"You're not sure Hermione."