𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜'𝙨 𝙂𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙃𝙪𝙧𝙩 𝙔𝙤𝙪 • 𝘿𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

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They both woke up an hour before anyone, so the couple snuck back into their dorms and slept for another hour. Daphne wanted to sleep in more but the girls in the room were chatting and giggling too loud.

Daphne fixed her hair, as she finished changing, grabbing her books and heading to meet Draco in the common room. Draco taking her books from her as they walked to class together.

"Letting you know that after potions, I have to meet with professor Trelawney." I said as we went up the stairs.

"For what?"

"I asked her if she can do a palm read, see what my future will be like." I held his hand, walking through the crowd.

"She cant even predict the weather." He scuffs. We were in front of the potions room, i stopped him in front of the door.

"Well I believe in her so, okay?" I batted my lashes. Draco just rolled his eyes.

"Okay. Ill wait for you then."

"Good." I gave him a peck on the cheek, grabbing my books and heading into potions. Everyone was here, including Granger. "Since when was Pansy back?" I whispered to Lisa who stood next to me. Lisa leaned back, checked her.

"Heard her father paid the ministry to take her back." What a good year. I gave her a death glare, making Blaise chuckle.

"Attention to detail in the preparation is the prerequisite of all plan." Slughorn claps his hands, talking about the class this upcoming year. I heard the door open and I looked to Potter and Weasley coming. One year, can I not have them for a class, just one year. "Harry, my boy, I've been beginning to worry. You brought someone with us, I see." Slughorn smiles.

"Ron Weasley, sir. But I'm dead awful at Potions. A menace, actually so. I'm probably just gonna—"

"Nonsense, we'll sort you out. Any friend of Harry's is a friend of mine. Get your books out." He waves them to the group.

"I'm sorry, sir, I haven't actually got my book yet and nor is Ron." I rolled my eyes.

"Not to worry, get what you want from the cupboard." The two boys walked up, fighting over a book. Boys. "Now as I was saying, I prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these might be?" Granger raises her hand. "Yes, Miss...?"

"Granger, sir. That one there is Veritaserum. It's a truth-telling serum. And that would be Polyjuice Potion. It's terribly tricky to make. This is Amortentia. The most powerful love potion in the world. It's rumored to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them." She steps closer to the potions. "For example, I smell... Freshly mown grass and new parchment and... Spearmint toothpaste." She looks at Weasley. I smiled to myself, trying not to laugh. Looks like someone got a crush on the Weasley.

"Now Amortentia doesn't create actual love. That would be impossible, but it does cause powerful infatuation or obsession." The girls, including Lisa came closer and closer to the potion. "And for that reason, it is probably the most dangerous potion in this room." Slughorn puts the cap on, making the girls go back in place. I chuckled at Lisa.

"Sir, you haven't told us what's in that one." Lisa coughs.

"Oh yes. What you see before you, ladies and gentlemen, is a curious little potion, known as Felix Felicis. But it is more commonly known referred to as-" he held the tiny bottle in his hands.

"Liquid luck." I said aloud.

"Yes, Miss Snape." He smiles. "Liquid luck. Desperately tricky to make, disastrous should you get it wrong. One sip and you'll find that all of your endeavours succeed. At least until the effects wear off. So this is what I offer each of you today. One tiny vial of liquid luck to the student who in the hour that remains, manages to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Dead. Recipes for which can be found on page 10 of your books. Issue one doubt, however. Only one set of student manage to brew a potion of sufficient quality to claim this prize. Nevertheless, good luck to you all. Let the brewing commence." I grabbed Dracos hand and went to the table to start. I opened my book, this is going to be easy! I mean, my father was the potions teacher. I know how to make it by heart.