Inferno | Draco Malfoy

004 | A Heavenly Harp

It had been a few weeks since I joined Hogwarts, I enjoy it here far more than at Ilvermorny. September is coming to an end and October is nearing. Autumn is my third favourite on the season rank, it's cold but not as cold as winter.

Potions is one of my favourite subjects. Professor Snape hasn't ruined it for me, so things are running smoothly. Bonus is that he's Head of Slytherin House so he's always awarding us house points. He enters the classroom once again with his long, black robe in "Snape Style" Camden likes to call it. I can understand, he has an unique way of walking. Dramatic.

Not even looking at me, he calls my name. "Lady Harlow. Tell me, what is the Oculus Potion used for." Hermione Granger's hand shoots up in the air, sometimes I wish to cut her arms off and sew her lips shut, what an unbearable smart aleck.

"It's used to counteract the conjunctivitis curse or to restore sight, sir." I reply.

"Name a characteristic and give me the ingredients."

"The Oculus potion is orange in colour. It contains an infusion of wormwood, stewed mandrake, ground unicorn horn and crystalline water."

"Excellent. Do you know how to brew it?"

"Yes, sir." I nod.

"Twenty points to Slytherin."

Granger scoffs and mutters something under her breath in the silent class.

"Is there a problem, Miss Granger?" Snape's cold voice draws in.

"No, sir." Her face starts to turn red.

She's so annoying. No wonder why she's not in Ravenclaw, they don't brag about being smart.

"As Harlow said, the Oculus potion is used to..."

Professor Snape sent us off to brew our potions twenty minutes ago. It's a pretty easy potion to master so I'm sure no one is going to mess up.

BOOM!

"Finnigan," Snape says not even addressing the Gryffindor. I'm guessing Finnigan is known for blowing up cauldrons if the professor doesn't even need to turn around and look at the mess.

Did I speak too soon?

"Oh dear, how many times has it been now?" Daphne asks.

"I've lost count," Blaise says softly.

They look at each other with that "let's have an understanding and have two kids" look.

Blaise's face turns to a deep shade of pink whilst stirring his potion, and Malfoy gives him a pat on the back with one hand as his stage act is still going with that cast on his arm. Did I mention that Snape is making me help with Malfoy's potion? He's too "hurt" to work. I don't mind helping to make another potion but this is the wig we are talking about.

"The stew is too thick." Malfoy hands me the bottle of stewed mandrake that I made. "And you say you're good at potions."

Listen here Toothpaste, you can either shut up and use my mandrake because it is a gift to share ingredients with me and I'm only doing it so you won't complain to Snape OR I will-

"Too thick? How would you know?" I walk to his end of the table, "If you're so good at potions how about you explain even further?"

Malfoy casually starts to call out non-existent factors of my stew that don't even make sense, he even puffs out his chest to try and belittle me. Pathetic. "... You might as well jump into the lake from embarrassment, I would. I will kindly agree to drown you in the Black Lake."

Jokes on you, I can swim.

"I will feed you to the Whomping Willow." I sneer, "But first..." Tiptoeing so that I'm at his height, I take the cork off the bottle of my stewed mandrake. "have a taste of this."