Drarry One Shots

Potions Class Gone Wrong (Now A Story)

No, this is not the Oh Shite Draco/Harry Was De-aged to an Infant and Now Draco/Harry Must Watch Him one shot. No. I don't like those. Harry/Draco will not be de-aged back to a bloody infant, thank you very much. And yes, the bad grammar is intentional.

Currently being re-written under the name 'Festina Tempus' (updated every Friday) to fix grammar and spelling mistakes, plot holes, and other issues. I highly recommend Festina Tempus, as it is being written with several years more experience than the whole story and this one shot. Please do not take this one shot (or most of these one shots) as current assessments of my writing abilities. These are several years old. Please Enjoy, and stay safe during these stressful times of CONVID-19 (3/15/20)

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The stuffy potions class room was sweltering hot, causing all the sixth year Gryffindors and Slytherins to take their robes off at one point or another. Sweaty faces hovered over every boiling cauldron, the potion inside hissing and bubbling.

Professor Slughorn himself was rather hot, but had placed a cooling charm on himself, so it wasn't bad. He observed the students, making rounds. They were working in teams with the other house. He smiled as he came across his favorite student, Harry Potter, and his partner, Draco Malfoy. Draco was cutting something else, while Harry was pouring over a book, making comments to Draco about how he should cut.

"Well done so far!" Slughorn praised. The potion, at this stage, should be a light blue, almost white, and so far there's where the closes to the shade. Pour Neville and Pansy's was a sickly green. Draco smiled, and Harry shuffled, but made no comment.

When the double potions class had about fifteen minutes, Slughorn took another round. When he came to Harry and Draco's table, he frowned. The two where arguing furiously, gesturing wildly.

"Boys, boys, behave yourselves," Slughorn scolded lightly. He grimaced at their potion. It went from perfect to...not so perfect. At this stage, the de-aging potion should be a soft turquoise color, but it had turned to a sharp, colorful green. It was the right texture, at least. If not a bit runny. He shuffled away to the next table.

Several minutes after Slugnorn had moved on, Draco glared at Harry, who was looking down. "This is all you're fault, Potter!" He muttered.

"How so?" Harry asked, quirking an eyebrow.

"You handed me two many of crushed the bat spleens! It said two, you gave me three!"

"Well, maybe you should have counted them yourself!"

"Please, Potter. We decided when we became partners that I would do the important part, and you'd hand me the right amount of the right things! It seems you're too stupid to do just that!"

Harry huffed in frustration, and was about to retort, when Slughorn told every one the potion should be done by now.

"Now, there is ten minutes left to class. I wan't you to put some of the potion into a bottle, and please put both your name, and your partners name! Neatly! I need to be able to read them! These eyes aren't what they once were!"

Slughorn chuckled, and the sound of clinking bottles and quill scratches fill the room. "Oh! And don't empty your cauldron just yet! We're going to test some of potions!" The students glanced around nervously. They hadn't been informed of that at the start of the double-lesson. Many students would have tried much harder had they known.

"Who would like to go first?" Slughorn asked. A single, dark hand was raised. "Ah, mister Zambini. Please, come forward." Blaise made his way to the front of the glass, two bottles clutched in his hands. He set one on the desk, and kept the other for him to drink. "Now, class, remember, this type is supposed to de-age you by a year, and it's effects last a hour. Go ahead, Mr. Zambini."