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There was silence in the Great Hall as Harry Potter, without saying a word, flew out the door at Nimbus speed and disappeared in an unknown direction.
Draco and Blaze burst into laughter, which left no doubt as to their involvement in the Gryffindor's abnormal behaviour. But Weasley and Granger, who had flung themselves out of their seats after Potter, were evidently too distracted to be distracted by anything.
- Is this your doing, lads? - Pansy Parkinson flew up to them, eyeing the laughing mates suspiciously. - What have you done to him?
- Nothing much, Pans," Blaise replied with a chuckle. - 'Just made the boy feel like a man at last.
- We spiked him with an aphrodisiac," Draco said, smiling.
Pansy snorted.
- You two horny perverts! I might have expected that idea from Zabini, but Draco, you surprise me. I wondered where the manic gleam in your eyes had come from the last two days. Your morbid interest in Potter has long been suggestive.
- I. Into him. I'm not. In love," Draco said in a measured voice.
- Mind you, you said it yourself about being in love... Well, not a bad choice.
- What?! What are you all saying?! I just like...
- Yes, yes, you like him.
- ...like to make fun of him! - Draco tried again to cover his embarrassment with annoyance. "Tired of your innuendos... It's all Potter's fault! I've never been such a sissy."
- Ha, so I'm not the only one who feels that way. Well, I've noticed the way you look at him sometimes..." the girl murmured.
- How so?! Don't talk nonsense... I hate him! - Malfoy shook his head sadly. - And I expect him to hate me back! Better get ready for the show. School starts soon, and with a problem like that he's not likely to be allowed to stay in the Medical Wing, or the tower. More likely to be drugged with sedative potions and sent off to study. If he decides to seek help at all.
- And since this thing isn't exactly ordinary, it'll make him say and do things he'll be ashamed of for the rest of his life," Blaise continued.
- All right, conspirators, we should go, we don't want to be late for Snape.
The Slytherins quickly ran off to get their things, and in twenty minutes they were at the Potions Room. It was to be hoped that the Gryffindor Hero would turn up for this pairing. But suddenly Weasley swooped down like a vulture, knocking him into the wall with a swing.
- What have you done to him, you bloody weasel?! - The redhead growled, almost spitting. - The preoccupied jerk! He couldn't think of anything better to do?!
- Piss off, Weasley. - Draco slipped the redhead's arms off his chest easily and defiantly tucked his robe away. - Don't you ever touch me with your filthy paws! Better go and help your mate relieve the tension!
Weasley blushed with anger, but didn't have time to respond before Professor Snape appeared on the threshold of the classroom, with a sharp wave of his hand inviting the students inside.
Malfoy was somewhat disappointed. He'd expected to be pinned down by an enraged Potter. Imagining the green eyes burning with hatred for a second made him feel hot. The last time they'd fought was over a month ago. "Well, that's okay... It's not over yet!"
Following Weasley into the classroom Granger entered, throwing an eloquent look at Malfoy. Potter wasn't with them. And the boy-who-had-a-problem was probably holed up somewhere, trying to deal with that very problem with his right hand... Well, or his left. "Hell, what the hell do I even care what hand the scar-headed jerk-off uses?!" Draco snorted irritably as he opened the right page of his textbook and tried to concentrate on the instructions for the new potion. As Professor Snape gave final instructions to the students, he kept glancing at the door. Potter must be coming! Snape would deprive Gryffindor of the last points if he didn't show up! Malfoy was sure that the Chosen One, even if he was dying - could not let his faculty down.
As if to confirm his thoughts, the classroom door suddenly swung open and a familiar face appeared in the aisle. The face of the Hope of the Magical World could only be compared in colour to the burgundy colours of his native faculty, dark hair sticking out in every direction, giving the impression that he had been long and persistently dragged across the floor, green eyes gleaming feverishly behind the glass of his glasses. Potter's breathing was intermittent, his red swollen lips slightly open. Malfoy's gaze traveled farther to the parted collar of his shirt, which showed a lovely dimple between his collarbones, and the Slytherin involuntarily licked his lips. Potter looked so hot and well spent... "Shit!"
- Sorry I'm late," the Gryffindor muttered hoarsely to the staring Potions professor.
- What? Never mind... Minus five points to Gryffindor for tardiness, take a seat next to Miss Brown and get to work.
Draco struggled not to laugh as he watched the odd gait the boy took to the designated seat. The Slytherins, who had already been briefed by their friends, coughed in unison, masking the bursting laughter.
Weasley and Granger, sitting rather far away from their friend, exchanged worried glances constantly. While Blaise chopped up the ingredients for the vision enhancement potion they were supposed to have by the end of the lesson, Malfoy furtively watched Potter. He was huddled up at his desk, legs twisted into an unimaginable knot, copying the instructions from his textbook. Tempted, Draco tore off a piece of parchment and scribbled a short message.
"Potter, are your trousers too tight? Or is what's in them too small to be uncomfortable?" - Folding the paper into an aeroplane, Draco sent it three desks ahead with a short spell, first making sure that Snape wouldn't notice it. Luckily, he was literally engrossed in reading the huge tome, from behind which his greasy head was barely visible.
The Gryffindor's fists clenched in fury as he read the note. Scribbling something aggressively back at him, he kicked the sheet back without turning around.
"I'll kill you, you white-haired bitch!"
"I can't wait!" Outwardly remaining completely unperturbed, inside Draco was rejoicing - Potter had answered him! At last Malfoy had managed to piss off his victim! Soon everything would be falling into place!
Once again Potter sizzled the leaf that had fallen on the table without even unfolding it with a spell. Malfoy instantly ripped off another piece of paper. "Pottie, why are you so jumpy? I just want to chat!"
The reply came almost immediately, "Fuck off!"
"Ugh, how rude, Potter! And you're masquerading as a good boy!"
But he didn't have time to write back as Lavender Brown gibbered unhappily:
- "Harry, stop messing about, I'm not cooking all this myself! - At that, she intercepted his wrist where the note was clutched. She shouldn't have done that. Because the next moment, goggled by this contact, an overexcited Potter grabbed her hand and pressed it to his lips, instantly sucking one finger into his mouth. He hardly knew what he was doing at all, but his instincts took over. Lavender shrieked.
- Harry, what are you doing?! - The girl pulled her hand out sharply.
- What's going on? - Snape grew a dark rock in front of the first desk.
The first chuckles erupted. Lavender, blushing to the roots of her hair, stared in shock at Harry, who cleared his head as the distance between them increased.
- Oh... Lavender, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to! - The Gryffindor was blazing like a torch, burning with shame and the realization of WHAT he had just done.
- It's all right, p-p-professor," the girl mumbled. - Um, can I sit over here?
Snape sighed heavily, giving Potter a suspicious look.
- Minus five points to Gryffindor for disturbing the peace, Mr Potter, and another minus five for not being able to control your hormones. Miss Brown, take a seat with Mr. Thomas, Mr. Potter will finish this alone.
Draco realised that he was sitting there smiling like the last jerk. The day promises to be an extravaganza! And an embarrassed Potter looks pretty cute...
- Mr. Malfoy, stop admiring Mr. Potter and get down to business.
Draco flashed like a red maiden, thanking Merlin for the relative semi-darkness in the study that hid the blush on his cheeks, and ducked into his cauldron. He hadn't expected his godfather to make such a mean comment... The giggling Blaise next to him elbowed him, but his mate didn't think to stop, wiping the tears from his eyes.
The remaining twenty minutes of the lesson passed in silence. Potter, trying to stay out of everyone's way, pored over his potion, paying no attention to the stares drilling at the back of his head. The rather tight and roomy school robes were able to conceal any excitement, but the Gryffindor was still standing almost flush against the desk and barely moving.
- Time's up," the professor proclaimed in an icy tone and, swiftly rising from his seat, headed for the back desks.
With caustic comments on students' work, of which less than a fifth deserved attention, Snape maneuvered between the desks, quickly assessing the scale of the tragedy called - sixth form Gryffindor and Slytherin.
- Mr Longbottom, your brew will not improve your eyesight, but rather grow an extra pair of eyes, and not on your face at all!
- Miss Parkinson, I advise you not to use this substance as intended, to avoid mortality amongst your patients.
Draco and Blaze got ten points each for their "almost properly prepared potion".
Then Snape finally reached Potter, who was last, and the Slytherins braced themselves for another dose of their favourite dean's sarcasm. But he was silent for a while, examining the contents of the cauldron thoughtfully. Then suddenly he grabbed Potter by the shoulders. He shouldn't have done that...
- Mr. Potter, if you had not been in front of my face the whole time I would have never believed that this ABSOLUTELY RIGHT HONEY GOD is your handiwork!
The class groaned in unison. In six years of school, Survivor Boy had never made a single potion properly.
Snape didn't immediately notice the darkening of Potter's green eyes as soon as he touched him. However, it was too late.
- Professor Snape..." the Gryffindor suddenly exhaled. The frank half-whisper sent shivers down Draco's spine, as did everyone else's. - Professor, has anyone ever told you how sexy your nose is?
The phrase hung in absolute silence, and the pale students watched the unique Snape chameleon for about a minute. Within seconds the horror-frozen face of the Potions professor changed intensely from ash-white to burgundy-purple and back again, reminiscent of Christmas garland.
The ringing of the bell brought Snape to his senses, who jumped three feet away from Potter in one fell swoop. The recovered Gryffindor, howling like a hunted animal, cupped his face in his hands and stormed out of the room without even a memory of his belongings.
After a slightly unfocused glance at the students, Snape gradually returned to reality.
The Slytherins and Gryffindors were struggling to keep themselves from laughing. Never had anyone allowed themselves such luxury in Professor Snape's office.
Blaise was the first to give up, simply collapsing under his desk, where he burst out laughing with gusto. Draco followed, grunting and howling with laughter in a very un-Malfoy way. The laughter of the Slytherins and Gryffindors literally shook the dungeon.
- Out! - Snape bellowed, eliciting another burst of deafening laughter.
None of the students who had left in a hurry had seen the Potions professor, left alone, touch his hooked nose thoughtfully.
- And twenty points to Gryffindor for... potions.
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