Small Doses [Draco Malfoy]

14

The new potions teacher was professor Slughorn. Ella attended the class and unintentionally found herself standing next to Draco. Pansy was on the other side of her standing with the rest of the girls in the class.

"Attention to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all planning," Slughorn said before turning around seeing Harry and Ron enter the class. "Ah, Harry, my boy, I was beginning to worry. We've brought someone with us, I see."

"Ron Weasley, sir. But I'm dead awful at potions, a menace, actually."

"Nonsense, we'll short you out. Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine. Get your books out."

Harry spoke up, "I haven't actually got my book yet, and nor has Ron."

"Get what you want from the cupboard. Now as I was saying I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be?" Hermione raised her hand of course, as always. "Yes, miss?"

"Granger, sir. That one there is Veritaserum. It's a truth telling serum. And that would be polyjuice potion. It's terribly tricky to make. And this is Amortentia the most powerful love potion in the world. It's rumoured to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them. For example, I smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and spearmint toothpaste."

"Now, Amortentia doesn't create actual love. That would be impossible. But it does cause a powerful infatuation or obsession. And for that reason, it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room."

Pansy and the other girls were leaning towards it, their eyes lovey and sparked with mischief.

Ella sniffed the air and almost choked. "Draco your cologne is so strong! What did you do dump the whole bottle on yourself?" Ella asked plugging her nose.

Draco rolled her eyes. "Please have you smelled yourself? You reek of perfume. Trying to cover up the fact you don't shower?" he insulted back.

Everyone in the room was staring at them but said nothing.

"Sir? You haven't told us what's in that one."

"Oh, yes. What you see before you ladies and gentlemen is a curious little potion known as Felix Felicis. But it is more commonly referred to as-."

"Liquid luck."

"Yes, miss Granger. Liquid Luck. Desperately tricky to make, disastrous should you get it wrong. One sip and you will find that all of your endeavours succeed." Draco looked up at the sound of that. "At least until the affects wear off. So this is what I offer each of you today. One tiny vial of liquid luck to the student who, in the hour that reminds managed to brew an acceptable Draught of living death the recipes for which can be found on page ten of your books. I should point out, however, only once did a student manage to brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim this price. Nevertheless, good luck to you all. Let the brewing commence."

Everyone went to their tables to start. One task was cutting a special bean, it was ridiculously hard to do, the bean kept flying off every cut they tried to make.

Everyone's potions were turning into all sorts of different things. Explosions and goo. At the end of it, how ironically, Harry won. Everyone was watching as Harry was getting handed his price.

"So here we are, then, as promised. One vial of Felix Felicis. Congratulations. Use it well."

Everyone was clapping. Class was dismissed.