The Chosen One ~Drarry (Finished)

A drop of blood (Harry)

I walked into potions later, with Hermione and Ron, and sat at our usual table, the cauldrens at the front brewing some sort of fowl smelling liquid, the contents slopping round unappetizingly. I wrinkled my nose, and got out my wand, quill, ink, parchment and my text book, waiting for Snape to arrive. Draco entered first however, his long hair looking greasier than Severus Snape's himself, and dark shadows under his eyes. I suddenly remebered what I had in my bag, and brought out the knife, still covered in blood, the hoodie wrapped around it protectively. "Here you go Malfoy. Your knife is in there, so don't unravel it. Just, don't leave your tools lying around next time you go on a killing spree, ok?"

"I didn't go on a killing spree. I'm not a serial killer." he said gruffly. I turned to go, but then he muttered "But thanks anyway. For returning it."

"No problem" I said, a little confused, and blushing, although I didn't know why. Ron looked confused, and Hermione had an annoying, knowing glint in her eye that girls sometimes get when they know something you don't.

"I would have burned it mate" Ron advised, as I slumped back at the table, getting my parchment ready for the lesson. Hermione was still giving me weird looks, so I stuck my tounge out at her sourly.

"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Hermione, please stop doing that."

"Doing what?" she asked innocently, dipping her quill in our inkpot to write the date, and her name, as Snape walked in, filling the room with the same frosty atmostphere that he had carried round with him since I was eleven. Maybe it was portable.

"You know what" I muttered darkly, keeping my eyes on Snape's back, knowing that he could detect any kind of deviance in the class room, unless it happened to come from a Slytherin. Sure enough, he turned to me, but resided himself to just give an evil glare, clearly in too good a mood to take points off me today. I compentated giving him one back, with his head turned the other way, but I knew him, he could probably see through he back of his head as well as read people's minds, which I still found creepy.

"Close your books, today we shall be having a test, from memory" he said, not speaking loudly, but still managing to get everyone's attention. When a series of groans errupted round the room, he instantly quelled them with a well practised death glare. I bet he did that in front of a mirror everynight. Twat. He chalked up a potion onto the board, and told us to get on with it while had down at his desks, pretending to mark coursework while he was really checking that we weren't cheating. "Mr Thomas! Absolute scilence! Ten points from Gryffindor, and it'll be twenty if I catch anyone doing it again." I supressed the choice words I wanted to utter, and tried to turn my attention back to my potion. A hiccoughing potioin. What was a hiccough anyway? A hiccup and a cough? In the "How to train your Dragon" books I had read for a Muggle perpective during a Care of Magical Creatures essay, the young boy in there was deffinately called Hiccup, not Hiccough. Was this just some wizard thing, or was everyone crazy?And, back to the pressant day, I didn't have a clue what I was brewing, so how could I excpect to know what I was even meant to be doing? I tried to sneak a look at Ron, who was watching Hermione, so I turned and watched her too, wondering why I didn't start with her in the first place. She had just put powdered unicorn horn into the potion, that seemed like a reasonable place to start. Carefully, Ron and I poured a cup of the glittering grey powder into the bottom of a phial, to then add Armadillo bile, and a rat tail, finely diced. Then we simmered it over a heat, carefully stirring it one way, letting it sit for seven seconds, before going the other way. For not even knowing what the potion was, I felt as though I had done a reasonable stab at it, even if all I had honestly done was copy Hermione non consentually. And she normally hated us doing that, especially in tests. Oops. Snape raised an eyebrow suspiciously when I handed it in, but didn't comment.