The Potter in Slytherin *Draco Malfoy Love*

Potions and Pranks

I was panicking. I have an hour before my potions lesson, and I haven't read a page of the textbook about that. I hurriedly grabbed my potions textbook and started speed reading, my eyes flicking back and forth between each sentence. I checked my watch. Ten minutes left to get to class.

I arrived just on time. I hurriedly grabbed a seat by the Slytherin table without even looking at who my partner was. I was just relaxing, when I felt a hand close around mine. I jumped, spinning around.

"Bloody hell, Malfoy, you scared me half to death!" He only chuckled, before giving me a wink. I was about to slap him when Snape walked in, robes swirling around him in an intimidating way. However, I wasn't even fazed by his appearance. He made his boring little speech, before turning to Harry.

"Potter!" He barked. "Where would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Poor Harry was looking very flustered. I raised my hand, as did a girl with bushy ginger hair.

"I don't know, sir," He admitted.

"Tut, tut," Snape sneered. "Apparently fame isn't everything." I heard snickers from my fellow Slytherins and couldn't help cracking a smile myself.

"Let's try again, Potter. Where would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Harry didn't look anymore better than he did last question, nor did better. "I don't know, sir." He said again. This time the Slytherins and me openly laughed, my hand still up in the air.

"Thought you wouldn't have to open a book before coming to Hogwarts, did you Potter?"

"What is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane, Potter?" Snape asked again.

Harry looked like as if he was going to burst. "I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, SIR, SO STOP FUCKING PICKING ON ME AND ASK SOMEONE ELSE!"

The class was dead silent, ready for Snape's outburst. Instead, he simply said, "Detention, Potter. Now, let's see whether your sister knows the answers."

Confidently, I spoke, loud and clear. "Draught of the Living Death. A goat's stomach. Nothing."

Malfoy whistled beside be. "Damn, Potter."

Snape looked pleased. "All Correct. Thirty points to Slytherin."

I grinned broadly, smirking smugly at Harry who scowled. I made a funny mocking face, to which Malfoy laughed at.

"Now, if you would please pay attention Mr. Potter, I would like to say that today we would be making a cure for boils. Recipe found in Magical Drafts & Potions. You may begin."

I immediately moved to grab the ingredients, but was stopped by Malfoy. "I'll get them." He spoke, looking deep into my eyes. I tossed by head back. "I am perfectly capable, Malfoy. Now if you would please move." I refuse to let someone else do my part. He chuckled. "Alright, alright."

Soon, we have a wonderful potion sitting in front of us. We were the first ones to finish.

"Look over here, class. As you can see, Mr. Malfoy and Miss Potter have completed their potion."

The entire class was now looking towards us, surprise and awe in their gazes.

I noticed a girl who was glaring hatefully at me, leaving her potion unattended. It immediately began to sizzle, and I pointed my finger down so she could attend to it.

Then I heard a "OUCH!" Then an explosion. I glanced over at the Gryffindor table, where Seamus had blown up his potion and is now covered in boils.