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Truth Potion Troubles

Draco Malfoy stared into the cauldron in front of him, the liquid bubbling ominously. What had started as a simple extra-credit assignment for Potions had taken a very wrong turn. His plan had been to brew Veritaserum, the truth potion, but something had gone awry-whether it was a misread ingredient or a careless stir, Draco wasn't sure. All he knew was that this wasn't Veritaserum.

The potion had turned a shade of deep violet instead of the pale silver it was supposed to be. Draco frowned, leaning over the cauldron. The fumes rising from the liquid had a strange, almost sweet scent. He wrinkled his nose, pulling back.

"Well, this is brilliant," he muttered to himself, glaring at the cauldron. He'd need to go to Slughorn to sort this out and hopefully avoid losing points for Slytherin.

Draco sighed and started packing up his things. But as he moved to cap the cauldron, a sudden dizziness washed over him, making his knees wobble. He grabbed onto the table to steady himself, blinking rapidly. His vision blurred for a moment before clearing again, but something felt... different.

He was about to leave the Potions classroom when the door swung open, and Harry Potter stepped in, looking like he had just rushed there from Quidditch practice. His hair was messier than usual, and he was slightly out of breath, his cheeks flushed from the cold air outside.

"Malfoy?" Harry blinked, clearly surprised to see Draco still in the classroom. "What are you doing here this late?"

Draco opened his mouth to respond with a snide remark, as he normally would, but instead, what came out was, "I was trying to brew a bloody Veritaserum, but I've clearly botched it. Not that it's a surprise, with everything that's been on my mind lately."

Draco froze. What did I just say?

Harry looked taken aback, then smirked. "You? Mess up a potion? Now I have seen everything."

Draco glared at him. "I didn't mess up-okay, maybe I did, but I'm usually much better at this than you, Potter."

There was a pause, and Draco felt a strange tightening in his chest. His mind was racing. Why had he just admitted that? He hadn't meant to, but it was as if the words had spilled out of him without permission.

"I'm not staying here to chat with you," Draco snapped, trying to get control over the situation. "I need to... I need to get to Slughorn." But as he turned to leave, he felt the dizziness return, and he had to grip the table again to steady himself.

Harry's expression shifted from amused to concerned. "You alright, Malfoy?"

"I'm fine," Draco replied automatically, but then the truth spilled out again. "No, I'm not fine. This potion did something to me, I can't stop talking-oh Merlin, it's a bloody truth potion, isn't it?"

Harry's eyebrows shot up. "A truth potion? You made it wrong, and now-?"

"Yes, Potter, I've realized that," Draco snapped, then groaned as more words escaped his mouth. "I can't control it. Everything I think is just... coming out."

Harry's lips twitched like he was trying not to laugh. "That's... well, kind of funny."

"It's not funny!" Draco protested, but then the rest tumbled out: "It's embarrassing, and I'd rather you weren't here right now because the last thing I need is to spill something I don't want you to know."

Harry's amused expression faded slightly, and Draco cursed internally. This was a disaster. Of all the people who could have walked in right now, it had to be Harry Potter.

"You could just... not talk," Harry suggested, though there was a gleam in his eye.

Draco shot him a look. "Oh, brilliant idea. I'll just sit here in silence while my brain tries to sabotage me. I can't believe you're so thick."