Apple of My Eye || Drarry

Chapter Two: Potions Class

It was Monday morning in the Great Hall, and the trio was tired and groggy.

"Double potions first thing in the morning!" Ron exclaimed, and shoved in a large bite of scrambled eggs. "Thish. Ish." He swallowed. "Bloody ridiculous! At least Slughorn's not as bad as... oh."

Harry flinched. "Yeah, Slughorn isn't as verbally abusive, but with..." he didn't want to think about it.

"Yeah, sorry Harry. But still..."

Ron and Harry looked down at their plates, but were startled out of their daze when Hermione exclaimed, "Oh no! Class starts in two minutes!"

They shoveled a few more bites in and gathered their things, jogging to the dungeons.

They got there just in time and slid into seats near the back.

Professor Slughorn wasn't very happy with Harry when he found out why his incredible talent at potions had just vanished, but had took pity on Harry and his hardships and let it slide, and they maintained a good relationship, but Harry was no longer star of the class.

"Today we will be going over Amortentia again, but this time actually brewing it. I will give everyone partners, and you shall set to work brewing it. Same gendered partners and every house with another! To discourage actually drinking the potion you know... Oh yes! PLEASE do not drink it! Very important, very important yes... I don't want to have students becoming utterly obsessed willy nilly now do I!" Slughorn chuckled.

"Since we cannot actually drink the potion, you will just be carefully cataloging the appearance and the things you smell. In case any of you forgot, it should smell like the things you love most, or what you are most attracted to."

"Alright now, partners. Yes... Granger with Parkinson, Weasley with Zabini, Mr Malfoy with Harry..." he paired Ernie with a Ravenclaw, and rattled off a few more names. "Get to work!"

Harry's eyes swept the class, looking around for Draco reluctantly, but was startled by a drawl behind him.

"Will this table be fine, Potter?" Draco said.

"Um, sure?" Harry responded.

"If you would grab the ingredients Potter, I'll make the potion."

Harry was slightly surprised by the unusual pleasantness in his tone, but he was in no way mad about it, so he nodded and headed towards the shelves.

He gathered a small bottle of powdered moonstone and pearl dust, a sprig of peppermint, and a handful of Ashwinder eggs, and made his way back to Malfoy.

He set them on the table and asked, "Is there anything else I'm forgetting?"

Draco looked up from his potion book, and glanced at the ingredients Harry had brought over.

"Yes. You have forgotten the rose thorns and petals." He said, his mercury eyes staring into Harry's.

He got distracted in their depths for just a second, but snapped out of it and managed to get out, "Oh. Sorry. I'll get those now."

He quickly swiveled around but caught a glimpse of Draco's eyes narrowing slightly with suspicion.

He practically ran back towards the shelves, embarrassed by himself. What was he thinking!? Apologizing to Malfoy? Ugh. He wished he could facepalm without being too obvious. He grabbed a few rose petals and stems and headed back toward the table.

As he was setting them down, he pricked himself on one of the thorns, deep ruby blood oozing out of the tip of his finger. "Ah!" He exclaimed, wiping the blood on his robes.