Lexi Layyer my only weakness*hp fanfic*

The half blood prince

Harry's POV

Ron and I raced down to the dungeons for double potions Hermione had already gone ahead. There was only 13 people had got into N.E.W.T level potions. Crabbe and Goyle had failed to get in but altogether there was 4 slytherins including Malfoy. 5 Ravenclaw including Lexi, and 1 hufflepuff Ernie Macmillian. 

"Harry" Ernie suddenly burst saking my hand rather roughly "didnt get a chance to speak to you in DADA this morning. Good lesson, I thought, but Shield Charms are old, of course, for us old DA lags..... and how are you Ron - Hermione?"

Before they could reply Slughorns belly peered around the door then his head. The dungeon spealt like treacle tarts. broomsticks, and and  some sort a flower.

"Does Slughorn own a broomstick" I wisphered to Ron he shrugged his sholders. The four Slytherins took a table as did the 5 Ravenclaws, so Ron, Hermione and I shared with Ernie. We took the table near the cauldron which I suddenly realised was over powering me the smells from before.

I started inhaleing it made me feel happy and it fealt like I had drank 5 butter bears. I grinned across at Ron who grinned back at me.

"Now then, now then get everything out" Slughorn said to everybody.

"Sir?" I said raising my hand.

"Harry, m'boy?"

I haven't got a book or scales or anything--nor's Ron--we didn't realize we'd be able to do the N.E.W.T., you see--"

"Ah, yes, Professor McGonagall did mention... not to worry, my dear boy, not to worry at all. You can use ingredients from the store cupboard today, and I'm sure we can lend you some scales, and we've got a small stock of old books here, they'll do until you can write to Flourish and Blotts..."

Slughorn strode over to a corner cupboard and, after a moment's foraging, emerged with two very battered-looking copies of Advanced Potion-Making by Libatius Borage, which he gave to Ronand I along with two sets of tarnished scales.

"Now then," said Slughorn, returning to the front of the class and inflating his already bulging chest so that the buttons on his waistcoat threatened to burst off, "I've prepared a few potions for you to have a look at, just out of interest, you know. These are the kind of thing you ought to be able to make after completing your N.E.W.T.s. You ought to have heard of 'em, even if you haven't made 'em yet. Anyone tell me what this one is?"

He indicated the cauldron nearest the Slytherin table. I raised myself slighty in my seat and saw what looked like plain water boiling away inside it.

Hermione's well-practiced hand hit the air before anybody else's; Slughorn pointed at her.

"It's Veritaserum, a colorless, odorless potion thar forces the drinker to tell the truth," said Hermione.

"Very good, very good!" said Slughorn happily. "Now," he continued, pointing at the cauldron nearest the Ravenclaw table, "this one here is pretty well known... Featured in a few Ministry leaflets lately too... Who can--?"

Hermione's hand was fastest once more.

"lt's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said.

I too had recognized the slow-bubbling, mudlike substance the second cauldron, but did not resent Hermione getting the credit for answering the question; she, after all, was the one who had succeeded in making it, back in their second year.

"Excellent, excellent! Now, this one here... yes, my dear?" said Slughorn, now looking slightly bemused, as Hermione's hand punched the air again.

"It's Amortentia!"