The Rotten Apple

Chapter 2

The following few weeks at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry passed smoothly, with just five extremely soggy quidditch practices; three predicted deaths in Divination and one painfully perplexing potions class where Neville Longbottom managed to single handedly melt his and Hermione Granger's cauldrons to a sticky black fluid.

      During this very potions class,  Harry glanced over at the Slytherins, who all seemed to be engrossed in their lisping liquid, all except Draco, with his fresh blonde hair and pearly white skin. Draco turned to Harry and winked suggestively, smirking at the rose red blush that crept up Harry's neck. Harry, embarrassed at being caught staring, racked his brains for a sassy insult but it was too late.
"Daddy, babe, come here I need you to feed this to me," whined Pansy Parkinson, grabbing hold of Draco's hand. Draco gave Harry one last look and furtively licked his lips before snaking his arm around Pansy's waist.
Noticing this, Harry's breath caught in his throat and then almost missed a beat completely when he saw Pansy's hand trailing down Draco's lower back, caressing his hips, until finally, finally pulling him closer and planting her dark, luscious lips ferociously on his. Harry's hands tightened until he had ten perfect, red crescents patterned into his palms.

Harry opened his eyes. Someone was tapping on his shoulder.
"Harry, are you alright mate?" Ron asked wearily. Before Harry could think up something to tell him, Hermione gave him the solution- a habit of which he now silently thanked her for.
"It was your scar wasn't it?" She said shrilly, in an accusational tone "I think you should go and see Madame Pomfrey, I-"
"It was just a twinge 'mione," hiding his guilt and shame with a gruff voice "I'm fine really!" He turned to sit at his desk, sneaking a glance at Draco and Pansy out of the corner of his eye- they weren't even holding hands, thank god...
"Just my imagination...." Harry murmured to himself "Just nargles probably...."

The next day, Harry, Ron and Hermione were walking down herbology, their last lesson of the week.
"I'm glad this week is over for sure!" Ron said, smiling round at Harry and Hermione.
"Oh? Why's that Ronald?" Hermiones eyebrows were raised almost into her hairline.
"The homework, quidditch, Snape and
that detention he's set me..." Reeled off Harry sarcastically , running his hands through his hair, only to shake it back into place again.
"Hmmm I guess," agreed Hermione thoughtfully "Though I must say the Slytherins have been positively decent for most of this term!" At the mention of the Slytherins Harry fumed silently.
"Yeah I know!" Grinned Ron, but not before looking around cautiously, making sure none of the Slytherins could hear them,
"Although...that Acario Esculenta sounds a handful- I even feel sorry for the other Slytherins with the points he's lost for them!"
"Acario who? Hermione?" Asked Ron, unconcerned.
"Esculenta wasn't it, 'mione?"
"Yes Harry," Hermione turned to Ron "Acario Esculenta, he's a foolish first year Slytherin - causing chaos and havoc!" At the name Acario Esculenta Harry shivered, as though Draco Malfoy was running his cold fingers down his spine.

Authors note: Thank you so much for reading this and voting! Please please point out any mistakes so I know to correct them! Also, is this too short? Any advice would be appreciated, Izzy x