His Slytherin Game

CHAPTER NINE

DRACO MALFOY POV

Its potions now and our projects are due.

I am finished with the silence potion and I was tempted to test it out on someone when I finished it. However I decided against it, I wanted to see what happens at the same time everyone else does. I've spent all weekend finalising the details so it better work. It better work the way I want it to, not just the potion but who gets it.

I hope she gets it.

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RAELIN FORWARDS POV

I hand my potion over to Snape, everyone does. The plan is we all give him our potions, put them all together on the table and then he calls us up one by one and we pick a potion randomly. We are then going to take it in front of the whole class and Sanpe will assess it there and then.

I'm not going to lie, I'm a little nervous when he calls my name. I steadily walk up to the front of the class and scan the remaining little bottles of liquid. About half the class have already had a go, but no one had taken my potion yet.

I reach for a small bottle with a blue liquid inside, I swearl the stange substance, then take the cap off. Before I shot it back though, I catch sight of Issac and his now huge ears. I can't help but smile and think that whatever happens to me won't be worse then that.

The liquid is thick in my mouth and burns a little as is goes down my throat. A hot sensation tracks through my veins and I almost scream a little. It hurts! Then the pain stops and a weird pushing feeling starts at the top of my head. My eyes widen in shock when I realise that my hair is growing and beginning to curl at the ends.

A smile creeps onto my face and I  search the crowd to see if I can guess who made this potion. I can't see any immediate reaction so I'll have to wait untill after to see who exactly made my hair grow past waist length.

Snape assessed my long locks and he seemed pretty impressed, good for whoever made this potion, I hope they pass.

I go to sit back down next to Issac and then Samuel is called. Issac leans his forearms on the table in excitement and we wait with anticipation. Samuel had become less distant, like he's forgiven us even though we don't know what's happened. But he still doesn't talk to us much, mainly just in class.

I immediately recognise the small flask he picks up. It was my potion. I'm not too sure how I feel about Samuel being the one to take it. I feel a little disappointed for some reason, it's not like I had anyone specific that I wanted to take it. However I may find out why Samuel is annoyed at me all the time or even why he's annoyed at Issac (if I've made it correctly that is). That would be a good thing.

He swollows it in one and there is no immediate change or reaction and for a second I'm scared that I might of failed. And I'm scared for a good couple seconds after too because Snape calls 'fail!' and the whole class laughs. Then -

"that's not fair, you mean old man, it might have a delayed response" Samuel pipes up and everyone is quiet and staring at him.
As soon as the words have left his mouth his hands shoot up to cover it.
If it was anyone else, the class would be laughing, but it's Samuel, cute, quiet Samuel with a lot to say but not a lot of courage to actually say it, so everyone's a little in shock.

Snape stares at him is disbelief and all but murreters "I quite dought that, you rude, young boy!" he spits out each word, echoing the manner Samuel had described him. "that's a weeks detention for you Mr. Westwood."

"N-no - sir, " Samuel stuttered over his words "I didn't mean that - well I meant it but - well - I didn't mean to say it - I don't know - it all just seem to come out and - I can't stop" he covered his mouth again but a sea of words kept escaping his lips "I think its the potion, sir, the potion must be working. I. Um. Sir - sir can I leave. I can't control what I'm saying sir."