POTIONS CLASS! (OPEN)

[HARRY POTTER]

( i'll cast some spells, with a flick of my wand )

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Another day of the most boring, lamest and ugliest crap excuse for a class at Hogwarts School.
Potions.
Harry couldn't be the only kid at the school to think so lowly of the course, heck, the only real dumb-asses who enjoyed taking it were probably the Slythirins! (and Hermione, but she liked EVERY class, wow, nerd) Probably due to the fact that creepy Snape was teaching it. But for the record, Harry STILL wouldn't like the crap class even if the hottest super-model on earth was teaching it! Why? Because he just sucked at Potions! Their was something about those different ingredients and concoctions that got the messy-haired Gryffindor in such a puzzle.
Maybe it was the rat-tails, or perhaps, the dragon ear-wax? What kind of person even took the time to go out and get those things? Really!

apparently a weirdo like Snape doesn't mind picking out earwax from an angry-faced dragon...well, I guess their not all bad, Puff The Magic Dragon would probably give some willingly... Harry thought as he sat toward the middle row of the class. The reason he sat in the middle should be pretty obvious. First off, sitting the front made you look like a damn brown-noser (let Hermione take that place) and the back was just for the losers like Slongbottom. Now Harry...Harry was the fuckin boy who lived! He had to sit right dab in the middle, that was the best place for a guy like him. In truth however, it was because Cho Chang sat in the middle. And Cho is super-mega-foxy-awesome-sexy-hot, and made Harry's heart go wwoo-weee! at random moments, so yeah, he'd sit wherever that Goddess sat...

Enough about that hoe though. Harry was feeling rather goody-goody today, in other words, he was actually going to try in Snape's hell-hole of a class today. So help him magic God he'd try! It was his goal to get at least a C, hell, maybe even a B-, in Potions class! And when Harry Freakin' Potter set a goal, he set a mother-fucking goal! Oh yes, he was so pumped.
holy crap, this must be how Herman feels in class! huh..I could get used to this...

Harry sat in the old, wooden-desk, looking rather anxious, while waiting for the class to begin. It was very rare to see Harry Potter early for any class (other than DADA), but he was pumped, sister! Pumped like Tiger Woods for that hole-in-one! He had his book out and everything. If he just answered one question right today, he'd bring his D- up to a C, and that would be totally awesome.
I better calm down before Fon thinks I'm turning into a nerdy night-troll like Herman... Harry thought suddenly, realizing his tapping foot was being a dead-giveaway of his readiness. Where was Ron, anywho? Did he sleep in again perhaps? That was the problem with morning classes and Ron. He knew Hermione would be here in minute however, and the others, who knew where they were! And Snape, well, Harry could only hope that he got eaten by angry unicorns, then he'd defiantly have less-pressure raising up his grade!

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[DRACO MALFOY]

causing problems makes you famous

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Another day, another set of classes. How much longer Draco would have to reside in this pathetic excuse for a school was unknown. He really was sick of it all, the people, the work assignments, the stupid lessons. Not to mention the lack of attention he got from people. He deserved more then just evil looks and nasty glares. He was a Malfoy! By wizard God, he would become popular at this school, even if he had to kill some people along the way. This particular day, Draco had Potion's class with the other second years, including Potter and his stupid ginger friend, and his little mudblood girlfriend Granger. The three of them made him sick to his stomach, thinking they're so much better then everyone else. Stupid Potter doesn't even know about Pigfarts! What a pathetic loser, right?

Unlike most of the stupid gits at this stupid school, Draco actually enjoyed Potion's class. Maybe it was because Snape taught the class, and being head of Slytherin house he tolerated Draco's abnormal behavior more then the other teachers at Hogwarts. Not that he acted strangely, in fact Draco was the only normal person at that blasted school to begin with. He's the smartest, the best dueler, and definitely the best at Quiddtich, the silliest wizarding game invented. But none of that really mattered, next year he would be transferred to Pigfarts, and all this pathetic, unimportant business would be long forgotten. At least he had Crabbe and Goyle in his class to keep him company, right? The more friends the merrier.

In the arms of Goyle, Draco made his way to the dungeons, his ankles crossed safely over one another. "Hogwarts has really gone to the dogs, hasn't it Goyle?" The tall, dark haired Slytherin nodded, careful not to drop the little blonde boy as they descended the stairs. "Yeah! Hogwarts is for nerds!" Draco laughed a bit, adjusting himself for comfort. "If I had enough money, I'd bring you two with me to Pigfarts next year. But rocketship's are expensive, and I'm not quite sure how many can fit inside just one. I'll be packing a lot so I can't promise anything." His friends grumbled in agreement, knowing that Draco wouldn't stop talking about his stupid Mars school until he actually got there. What kind of school has a talking lion as their headmaster anyway?

As Draco finished his sentence, Goyle lowered him to the ground and let him walk into the classroom on his own. Not many people were there yet, just students wandering around talking to each other. When he spotted the head of one Harry Potter, Draco couldn't help but let a laugh escape his small lips."Crabbe, Goyle. Go find out seats over there, I'll meet you in a minute." Potter would arrive this early to class. Only someone as stupid as him would have to try in something as simple as Potion's class. Quickly, he ducked under Harry's chair and climbed out the other side, rolling towards the vacant seat next to him. Lavishly, he pulled himself up, his robes fluttering behind him as he posed in front of the Gryffindor boy.

"So, Potter, decided to show up early for once/? What, need extra help in a class this easy?" Draco's tone was mocking and condescending. He really did hate Harry Potter. Not only because they were from opposing houses, but because he rejected Draco's friend request last year. Boy, would Potter regret that day forever. That was the only chance Draco would ever give him at a friendship! "You know, they don't even have Potion's class at Pigfarts. The fumes could harm Rumbleroar and his cubs," Draco explained, lifting himself on top of the desk. "Instead, they have something called Remedies class, in which you make super cool drinks that'll change you into space creatures." Draco laughed as he spoke, trying to make Harry jealous of his other worldly wizarding school. He'd never get accepted at Pigfarts, no losers allowed!

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[HARRY POTTER]

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Harry was starting to drift off into la-la land (like he usually did in potions class, force of habit sadly), but was snapped out when he felt something, or in this case someone, against the back of his legs push on through the appear quickly next to him.
"What the he-?" He began, startled at first at the entrance of none other than that ass-hole Draco Malfoy.
aw come on man, how am I supposed to concentrate now that Malfoy's here to annoy me? Harry thought, his face contorting from surprise to irritation.

Why was it that every time that dweeb entered a room he had to roll around on the floor? Did he think that made him look 'cool'? Or maybe it was just a Slytherin thing, wow, thank wizard God Harry wasn't hanging out with someone who did that for their entrances.
what a attention-hungry little bastard... Harry thought bitterly before Malfoy started speaking with that annoying drawl of his.

Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes at this kid's obvious cluelessness on the matter. And was he going on about that imaginary Pigfarts school again? Oh, hereee we go.
First off, if Harry needed extra help in Potions, he would just ask Herman for tutoring, she already did most of his homework, so she'd be happy to assist in those academic kinda things. But since Harry was better than that, he would take the matter into his own hands and actually attempt to understand this bull-crap Snape was teaching. It might be the hardest thing he's ever attempted in his life to learn, and by Fred and George, he was gonna kick some Potions ass today! That is, as long as potty-boy Malfoy here let him.

"Shove off Malfoy. It's really none of your business anyway. Is it a crime for a guy to show up to class abit early? And at least I don't need extra help using a potty-seat, unlike you." Harry explained evenly, adding that counter comment in there just to see how he'd take it. A second year student who still wears diapers, really Malfoy? It was sad really.
I wonder who changes his diapers, goyle perhaps? Harry thought in amusement, snickering silently.

"You and that made-up school...Pigfarts, pfh Come on Malfoy everyone here knows it's fake except for you." Harry shook his head and let out a short sigh as he glanced toward the door, impatiently waiting for others to file in so this class could start, the sooner the better. And if Malfoy didn't get out of his face in the next thirty seconds, there was going to be some serious problems. He was already blocking the view of Cho's seat! Come on man...

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[DRACO MALFOY]

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Draco couldn't help but laugh when Harry tried to convince him showing up early was a good thing. Goyle could tell you only nerds show up early for class! Especially ones they don't like! Ah, Potter could be so stupid sometimes. For the boy who lived, he really wasn't all that great. All he did was play his little guitar and hang around with his stupid Gryffindor friends. Psh. As if! "None of my business? It's not my fault I could see your stupid head when I walked in! If you weren't here, I wouldn't be having such a problem right now, would I? It's not like this is my fault or anything! You're just too young to understand, Potter." He laughed, bringing his legs up onto the table so his whole body was on the desk next to him. Draco didn't make his movements dramatic because he wanted attention (yeah right). He needed to show off to Potter how much better he was then him, how a filthy little half-blood like Harry bloody Potter didn't deserve everything that was handed to him when his parents died. Sorry we can't all be famous like you, Potter!

His smiled quickly faded however when he mentioned Draco's, problem. Potty's a very sensitive subject with the young Slytherin boy, it's a problem he's had often with his daddy as well. "Bite your tongue Potter! Have you seen the size of the potties here? Do you know how easily I could fall in and die?" Duh! Potties are huge! Someone as small and fragile as Draco could slip into their watery death. Diapers provided a much sturdier and safer way of doing one's business, and plus it was completely private. No one would know except for Draco! "Besides Potter, everyone knows all respectable wizards wear diapers. That's why I'm already better then you." He laughed, pointing a small finger in his face. "Ha! Don't you feel foolish now Potter?" As he spoke, he spread his body out on the desk, lifting his legs in the air and resting his chin on the palms of his hands.

Once again, Potter shot down Pigfarts. Just because he could never get in, he had some sort of vendetta against the wizarding school on Mars. "Pigfarts is real. I've seen pictures and read all about it. Not that I need to read anything to know about the greatest wizarding school in the whole galaxy." He sighed, crossing one ankle over the over as his legs hovered in the air. "Anyways, I wouldn't expect someone like you t understand about Pigfarts. Those are more, mature things for mature people, like myself." Ah, Pigfarts. Draco couldn't wait to be transferred there as soon as possible. Potter was really starting to get to him with that attitude of his. Just because Dumbledore likes him he thinks he can get whatever he wants. Stupid Potter, rocket ship Potter. Why, if he had any brains at all, he would've accepted Draco's offer to be friends last year! And now look at him, slumming it with a frizzy haired mudblood. They're like a little loser family, all of them.

"Oh! Potter! By the way, I drew this for you," Draco started, lifting himself up for a moment to reach into his robe. Moments later, he pulled out a rolled up piece of parchment and handed to him, smiling proudly while doing so. "Pay attention to the shading on your hair. It's, it's rather good." As Harry unrolled the paper, Draco started explaining what he ad drawn, just so Potter wouldn't have to strain him mind to understand. "You see this Potter? That's you, on the train, being punched in the face." With his finger, he pointed to the boy laying on the floor, eyes full of tears and glasses broken. "And that there in the background, that's me. Right there, that one right there, that's me," he stated, tracing his fingers up to the paper and on top of the train, where he was on the back of a talking lion. "I'm laughing at you while riding Rumbleroar, because you got punched in the face. Don't you look stupid?"

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[HARRY POTTER]

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Harry really wished he had a hammer right about now. Malfoy was definelly one irritating nail that needed to be put in his place. It was actually a good distraction. Imagining a giant hammer being slammed over and over again towards Malfoy's head...

Harry had to snort inwardly at the twerp's comment about the whole 'mature' things for people like Malfoy to understand about this Pigfarts. How thick could you get? Harry chose not to comment about that stupid school for obvious idiots like Malfoy to have hopes of getting into. (that is, if it were real or not) At least Harry could afford a rocketship to travel up there! Ha!

Blinking when he was handed a piece of rolled up parchment, Harry gave the blonde-haired boy a half puzzled half annoyed glance before slowly un-rolling it. His gaze traveled over the lame artwork (okay, for a drawing it was pretty good, but no higher than a 7 a scale from1 to 10...), and gave it a short bemused/impressed nod, but it quickly disappeared when he heard Malfoy's continued drawl over it.
"Haha, that's really funny there." Harry told him sarcastically, shoving the drawing back in the ass-hole's hands. "By the way, real nice job on your face, you captured the pure, horrid uglyness which is Draco Malfoy." He finished, smirking slightly, before wondering when Professor Snape would get his stinky butt-trumpet in here. Come on! Stop chatting with Filch off stage god dammit!

When Harry looked back at the ferret face to his left, he let out a soft exasperated sigh, "Just get out of my face alright Malfoy? Go back and sit with your other creepy house-mates, crap and goyle." Harry said gesturing toward the two dummy's toward the back of the classroom. He really was getting more and more put out with Malfoy, he would have hexed him already if it weren't for the fact Snape would give him an instant F for the day if he caught him. AND they already had enough house points taken from Gryffindor as it was! No thanks to Hermione!

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[SNAPE]

All the students in the dungeon were enjoying their pre-class chitter chatter, when the black wooden doors in the back swung open with a loud and long creak. The classroom hushed for a few seconds, and then when it seemed nothing was happening, a tall slender man in a thick billowing black cloak crept into the doorway. He scanned around the room, showing off his wide eyes and frowning teeth to all the corners of the room.

Serverus Snape, the Potion's Master had arrived in style. He took slow, dramatic steps inside the dungeon with his arms raised up holding his cloak up like a cape. As he passed the student's desks, he made an undisputable and obvious direct eye contact with the famous boy-who-lived for a whole minute while managing to get up to his teacher's desk and sit down.

Then he snapped his head up and annouced to the room with a deep moaning voice, "Now I know you all are deeply excited for Potions...but please try to contain yourselves...yes, please do." After waiting for most everyone to return to their seats, Professor Snape decided to start class without telling little Draco to go back to his own seat. Snape was secretly pleased that someone was anxious to giving Potter a hard time. "Now class, before we get too offtopic with all the odd announcements that usually take hours to sort out what's really happenning when and where, I'd like to get started on one of my favourite things.... Giving you all a very special Pop Quiz." Snape rubbed his leather gloves together maliciously.

[DRACO MALFOY]

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Draco couldn't help but smile when Harry complimented his drawing. That was something he was rather good at, better then anyone else in this stupid school that's for sure. And the drawing had taken him some time, with the shading and the outlines and making sure everything was perfect. Of course, he made a second copy for himself, it was just too good to give away without a keepsake to look at every now and then. Stupid Potter. The smirk was wiped clean off his face when Harry turned his wicked compliment around in his face. How dare he! Draco wasn't ugly! He was a ten! Flawless, perfect, pureblood! Oh, stupid famous Potter and his guitar. He thinks he's so much better then Dracp. The blonde boy scowled at the famous, black-haired git, ripping the drawing away from his hands. "Like I need your approval, Potter. I know this drawing is good." Folding it up once more, he slipped in inside his robes, lifting up his upper body to face the boy. "And you leave Crabbe and Goyle out of this! It's not my fault they're so pathetically dim-witted in comparison to someone like me."

Before Draco could throw another insult his way, the classroom doors opened with a loud creak, revealing the potion's master himself. A smile played on Draco's lips as the teacher swayed down the middle of the class, shooting a glare at one Harry Potter. This is why Draco and Snape got along so well, they both shared a hatred for the one person everyone else seemed to love. Pulling his legs up from under him, Draco sat Indian style on the desk next to Potter, deciding not to move. He knew it would push Harry's buttons even more if he stayed. Ha! Stupid Potter. He would get his own one day. "See that Potter? Snape doesn't even like you. And he's a teacher. Shows how pathetic you really are, huh?" Did Draco really care he was interrupting Snape's monologue? Not really, no. All of his attention rested on Harry, and the way his ugly face contorted when Snape mentioned a pop quiz. He knew Harry wasn't good with potions, probably why he needed to come early and try to prepare himself. Ha! Like Potter could ever be good at a class. Unless the class was for stupid, lame, little boys who needed to learn their place in the wizarding world.

Although, the sound of a pop quiz didn't sound to good to Draco either. While Snape dragged on with that voice of his, Draco silently slid off the desk and onto the floor, snaking his way through Harry's legs. Once he was free of the chair and desk, he rolled his way across the room and to his two little Slytherin slags, who had been waiting for him patiently the entire time he was harassing Potter. Such good followers they were. Draco smirked as he slunk into his chair, his small frame standing out against the tall one he sat next to. "Professor?" Draco's hand shot in the air after his speech was over. "Do we all have to take this pop quiz? Because personally, I don't think we all need to have this extra learning. Just some people should be subject to a thing like this." Draco's gaze shot directly to Harry, who's face was still puzzled by the blonde's odd means of traveling around the room. Rolling was much more practical then walking, and plus it brought more attention to him, and that was always a plus in Draco's book.

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[HARRY POTTER]

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Harry watched Draco with a look of pure annoyance. And to think, he had to put up with this little twerp for the next ten Acts was it? Sometimes Harry wondered if the slytherin just liked hearing himself talk. What a weird-o, did he come from house elves? They tended to talk to themselves quite a bit...

Before Harry could ponder on this thought a second longer (ignoring the blonde-haired git next to him in the process), one of the creepist, yet stylish, son of a hippocritts came into the room. Snape. Or as Harry liked to call him, Butt-Trumpet. That's what Lupin called him, which he found very humerous, he just hoped Butty wouldn't let out any trumpet noises while he was in the room. Yikes.

When the potion's master's eyes met Harrys, it was easy to tell that he had a very, very searing distaste for the Potter boy. Well, did that surprise anyone? Snape hated everyone in this school almost. Harry chose to ignore Malfoy's comment about Snape's hatred for him. He didn't care, he didn't like the guy either! How his dad put up with a slinky, slithering zombie like Snape when he went to Hogwarts, Harry could not comprehend.

What seemed like a whole minute of staring into Snape's crazed eyes, Harry suddenly felt his attempt at succeeding in this horrible class were zero to one when the words 'pop' and 'quiz' were used in the same sentence. Where was Herman to cheat off of when ya needed her?

Harry felt something slithering under his feet yet again that day, and sent a glare in Malfoy's direction when he returned to his seat toward the back of the room. Thank God. After hearing his next comment, Harry rolled his eyes briefly. If he could hex that bastard right now he would! Turning back to the front at the uglier man sitting on the desk, Harry went through everything they had learned previous lessons in hopes of remembering anything that might be on this stupid quiz. Being surrounded by these slytherins was making it insufferable, where the heck were Ron, Hermione, and Cho? Heck, he'd be okay seeing Slongbottom!

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[SNAPE]

Snape cackled in delight when the class finished their collective groans. At last when all seemed settled, Snape opened his mouth to begin giving instructions when Malfoy's hand shot into the air. Professor Snape was facing the other direction already and hesitated at the disturbance. He looked a bit annoyed and pretended not to see Draco's arm stretching high to the ceiling, but he couldn't let him alone for long. Soon, every student might think of disturbing him in the middle of him giving important instructions.

Turning his head sharply to the blond boy, Snape curled his lips into a frown when he heard the little pouf's question. "Why that's absurd, Malfoy. Of course everybody has to take the pop quiz. What kind of a teacher would I be if I didn't give all my students a gruesome start to their morning?" Snape could see little Draco's mind trying to come up with a witty response. "Don't answer that. It was supposed to be rhetorical." Snape rubbed his hands together snickering to himself.

"Besides, I'd really hate to see...certain famous people thinking they deserve certain perks in my class. Because if they are still now thinking that, they might as well be writing themselves a detention slip for every night they aren't expelled from Hogwarts. Now with that said, this extra learning, Draco is very necessary to brainwash all you silly children that Potions is the most important subject you can learn while at this silly wizarding school."

Looking back at the rest of the class, Snape threw back his arms into this black cloak. "Now, class! Get out one piece of parchment and a quill, but not any ink. Otherwise, please clear off your desk. And no textbooks, either!"

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