Harry Potter One Shots

YoungSlughornXReader camp out

(Y/n's P.O.V)

It was Potions, my least favorite lesson, not because Professor Slughorn is my boyfriend but because I suck at potions. I used to be so good, but then I fell in love with Professor Slughorn. Now, I get distracted, and the potion ends up exploding. We set off making a Love Potion. I looked up as Professor Slughorn started to walk around the classroom. Yet again, I put the wrong ingredient in at the wrong time, and BOOM, the potion exploded. It only splashed my leg. Horace was at my side in seconds. I was so ashamed I had done it again.

"Is everyone okay?" He asked, looking at me.

"Yeah, it didn't splash too far." It wasn't a lie, but sh*t my leg stung.

The slimy potion dripping onto the ground started to pop, and it started to smell worse than when my brother popped after he had baked beans, which smelled awful. We had to evacuate the potions room, but it kept spreading until it took over Hogwarts. We spent the day in Hogsmeade while they tried to eliminate the smell. The night started to fall, and we were on the Hogwarts grounds; they still hadn't gotten rid of the smell, so we had to camp out. There were tents set up. It was two to a tent. We stay up roasting Marshmallows and eating smores. When Dumbledore got up for his usual speech.

"Everyone listen up; we are all excited to have a campout. I wanted to know how many of you would like this to be a termly thing?" Everyone cheered but the Slytherins, who glared at me.

We headed to our tents, ready for bed. There were not enough students for us all to share tents, so I had to share with a teacher, and luckily, I got to share a tent with Horace. I climbed into the tent and got ready for bed, snuggling into my sleeping bag. I heard Horace enter and get ready.

"Did any of the potions hit you?" He asked, sitting down on his sleeping bag.

I rolled over to face him and regretted it straight away. I had rolled onto my leg. I grimaced, and he saw it. He approached me and unzipped my sleeping bag to see my leg.

"Y/n, you should have told me you got splashed. It won't heal as fast now that it's been sitting for a while." He pulled a potion from his bag and covered my leg in it.

We both lay down, ready for bed. He moved his sleeping bag closer and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"Good night, my love." He whispered into my ear.

"Good night, Professor." Horace soon fell asleep, but I couldn't.

I lay awake all night, unable to sleep.