Potions Mishap

It starts with a boom

I don't own Harry Potter or the characters, the only thing I own is this wierd plot. Eventual smut :3
The story is set after the war at Hogwarts, in 8th year. Oh! And the characters that were supposed to be dead? They're alive here cause I want it that way~

BOOM!

went the cauldron.
"Ahhh" went Malfoy and Harry.
And the rest of the students stared, having seen this scenario too many a times to do anything but sigh, shake their heads or chuckle and go back to work lest Snape snap at them. No pun intended.

"Potter!" A shrill cry rent the air, but a Malfoy does not shriek so let us assume he just spoke in a very loud voice.
The person at the end of his fury was, no other than a potion drenched Harry, being the one who was stirring the cauldron at that time as well as mixing ingredients, he had, needless to say, suffered a much worse fate than Malfoy who, being further away from it had gotten away with a few sprinkles here and there.
He was also quite blind as the slimy greenish glob of their former potion covered his glasses as well.
"M-Malfoy!" He gasped, hands flailing searching for something to grab onto.
With a noise of disgust Malfoy stepped out of his reach.
"What happened here?" A voice boomed from behind them, both of the boys jumped in surprise.

Harry wanted snap at him, "a potions accident, what else?" But he valued his own life and as such, wisely kept his mouth shut.
But apparently Malfoy knew nothing of anything, or simply had no sense of self preservation for he opened that stupid mouth of his and started blaming Harry.

"Did I ask you whose fault it was? 20 points from Slytherin!" Snap snarled.
Malfoys mouth snapped shut and his eyes went round.
The whole class collectively gasped and Harry who was just getting up the floor and trying to clean his glasses ( it only made his glasses slimeir as even his rob was covered with the jelly glob), started in surprise, slipped and was on his hands and knees before he could gasp.
The blurry slimy ground stared back at him and his hands threatened to slip as well. But the awful thing was......he had just heard an audible snap! From his glasses.

"Potter! Draco! To Madam Pomfrey! Immediately!" Snap barked.
Harry felt a strong grip on his arm (he was getting up fine on his own THANK YOU VERY MUCH) and was hurled behind what he assumed was professor Snape.
It was all a bit blurry but he could tell who was who.
He heard hurried footsteps behind him and guessed Draco was following behind.
The students stared at their professor and the two students as they walked away.
It was a Gryffindor and Slytherin joint class and instead of glaring at each other like they would have done before they simply shrugged and continued their work.
After the war, nobody cared about petty rivalry anymore.
In fact, Draco and Harry had been getting along well *cough* beingpoliteandignoringeachother *cough* when Snape, for his own amusement decided to test their truce by having them actually stay in each other's company.
Needless to say, they were at each other's throat by the end of the week and Snape was very pleased with himself for discovering such entertainment.

Presently their steps echoed off the empty corridor, most of the students were after all in the class and those skipping weren't foolish enough to just roam the corridors.
After a while of walking briskly Snape released Harry's arm and Harry did his best to not stumble and to see through his broken lens.
Malfoy, he realised was no longer behind him but was just behind Snape's heels, (like a puppy, Harry thought unkindly).