Drarry: Need for your gaze

Chapter One: Harry

"Harry!" Hermione nudged my arm. Once again I was dozing off during one of Snape's famous lectures.

Everyone's expecting eyes were on me.

"So, Potter?" Snape's teeth gritted against one another. "What's the answer?"

A few Slytherins laughed at my ability to not pay attention. My gaze turned towards Hermione. Begging her to give me a hint. As in, slowly indicate the answer.

"Uh, what was the question?" I asked. His left eye twitched with irritation.

"Name one type of illegal potion," Hermione whispered.

'What...?' I literally had no idea. Without any warning, he answered it for me.

"A love potion," Malfoy smirked at me, rising from his seat. "Love potions are one of the most common forms of illegal potions to brew. They are forms of dark magic. Or more specifically, the Imperius Curse."

Slytherins and even Snape clapped for him. Snape's clap wasn't as enthusiastic as everyone else's. But, he still clapped. His cold eyes met with mine as he announced points.

"Five points from Gryffindor for not listening." All of the Gryffindors gasped. "And, fifteen to Slytherin!"

'That is such bullshit!' I internally cursed.

There was no point trying to argue aloud. Snape would only take away more points. Our house definitely didn't need that. We were already losing by fifty to Slytherin because of Snape.

Malfoy bowed and returned to sitting.

"Alright, Potter." I made sure to listen closely. For any context clues. "Would you like to explain my entire lesson, simply, for the class?"

'Crap!' The only thing I remembered was Malfoy's answer 'A love potion. Blah, blah, blah, illegal potion, blah, blah, Imperius Curse. Oh, I know!' My mind took a few seconds to write the summary. "Uh, different types of potions that we shouldn't make...?" I guessed.

The Slytherin side of the class burst out laughing. While the Gryffindor side, face-palmed. Ron even slapped my arm. Aggressively. It was obvious that I said something wrong. But, what?

"Mr. Potter, I'm glad you can quickly summarize only a fraction of Mr. Malfoy's answer." Snape definitely was not pleased. His scrunched up nose proved that. "Mr. Malfoy, please explain to Potter."

On cue, he stood again.

"Yes, Professor Snape. For the first half of the class, we were reviewing marks from the last assignments. Yours was only 78%. Mine was 100%." He paused, glaring me directly in the eye. "During the second half, we discussed our new project. 'Finding Ingredients In The Wild'. Professor Snape was just about to get to making the groups."

Of course, Snape would make the question he asked irrelevant to today's subject.

"Twenty points from Gryffindor." Every reasonable person gasped. Obviously, no Slytherins gasped. Meaning, they weren't reasonable. "Twenty to Slytherin."

All of the Gryffindors glared at me. Pissed that I lost them house points.

"But, Professor!" Ron snapped at the teacher. His anger flowing out of his mouth. "We already lost points this class for the same reason not five minutes ago. You can't just take," he took a second to do the math, "twenty-five points from us in less than ten minutes! And give them," he shot a glare towards Malfoy as he added the numbers, "thirty-five points!"

"Excuse me, Mr. Weasley!?" Snape shouted from the front of the class, slamming his book on the table.

No smart man would ever say that to Snape. Ron though was a smart man. At least, I thought so. He was smart enough to help me find clues, solve puzzles, and such. But, Ron had two slight problems. Anger. Competitive nature for winning. When mixed, they became deadly and idiotic.

"It's bullshit!" He rose from his seat, "your whole point giving-shit is horribl-fuck!" He was so pissed he couldn't even finish his sentences. "I-I can't even!" Ron stormed out of the class. Stealing everyone's eyes away from Snape.

Though as soon as Snape cleared his shrivelled up throat, they listened again. Waiting for some lecture of some sort. Or, for more points to be taken away. Either was evenly expected. Hell, both could happen.

"Anyone else have something to say?" Snape glared daggers directly towards me. A few Slytherins, including Malfoy, did too. It seemed as if everyone expected me to snap next.

But, they had all right for thinking that. I was dangerously close to snapping. A millimetre away from it. But, I wasn't going to let Snape win. Me getting irrational and angry is just what he wanted.

"No, sir." I quietly spoke.

"Good." He picked up the book. "Thanks to Mr. Weasley's outburst, fifty-five points from Gryffindor! Which, totals to eighty points lost in one hour."

The last thread of respect I had for him was thinning. No longer able to support its own weight. Instead of snapping at Snape as Ron did. I just collected my things and left. Well, more stormed out of the room.

"Potter!" Snape called after me. But, there was no way I could go back now. My anger was ripping apart that final thread.