I don't own anything so there! (You don't want to see what I do own!)
This is gonna be a great fic, so plz read! And review if you have time. (hehe)
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"Ten Points from Gryffindor!" Snarled Snape
"With Malfoy? We had to work with him last time!" Draco smirked as Harry stated the unfairness of it.
"With Mr. Malfoy, yes, he knows how I want this sleeping draught completed."
Harry slammed his materials into his cauldron and walked to the front of the classroom with Ron and Hermione close behind him.
"Don't worry, Harry, it will be over in another hour, and we won't have to see Malfoy for two days." Hermione whispered, glancing at Draco as she set her bag next to his table.
"Well, seeing as I am the one Snape trusts to keep you three in line," Draco grinned and Ron snorted. "I think I should be the leader of this lit—"
"Three-fourths liter of pixie urine." Interrupted Hermione. Draco glared at her before turning around and measuring it into his cauldron.
"I'll go get the rest of the materials." Said Ron as he walked past Draco.
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"I said three milliliters, NOT THREE LITERS!" Screamed Hermione after Draco added the ground shrivelfig to the potion, and it overflowed and soaked into their robes.
Harry, who had had his back turned when Draco's blunder took effect, could feel the liquid burning his skin as he collapsed to the floor in pain...
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"That's a great idea, Sandry!" Exclaimed Daja, "The healers did say they were running low on powerful sleeping potions. And besides, we really need something helpful to do. Personally, I hate being bored and useless at times like this."
"I hate being bored and useless at any time!" Teased Sandry.
"Yeah, well that's just you, isn't it?" Replied Briar.
"Briar, does Rosethorn have the ingredients in her stores?"
"Well, yeah, but we shouldn't just barge in there and—"
"She will understand." interrupted Tris with an impatient air about her. Normally Briar would argue, but it was Tris, and she was liable to start a thunderstorm- quite literally.
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"Ouch," screamed Sandry as the liquid spread over her hands.
"What's wrong?" Asked Briar, who was feeding the fire beneath the pot, but then he felt the potion bubble onto his hands. He could hear Sandry, then Daja and Tris fall to the ground, before doing so himself. The liquid spread throughout the room, and was absorbed into the prone figures' clothes.
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Good? Well, maybe not yet, but it will be really funny next chapter, or at least eventually. TRUST ME! (hehe) I like to laugh! (hehe) Review if you have time. Tell me about any mistakes!
It was kinda short, but the other ones will be longer- hopefully!
This is gonna be a great fic, so plz read! And review if you have time. (hehe)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ten Points from Gryffindor!" Snarled Snape
"With Malfoy? We had to work with him last time!" Draco smirked as Harry stated the unfairness of it.
"With Mr. Malfoy, yes, he knows how I want this sleeping draught completed."
Harry slammed his materials into his cauldron and walked to the front of the classroom with Ron and Hermione close behind him.
"Don't worry, Harry, it will be over in another hour, and we won't have to see Malfoy for two days." Hermione whispered, glancing at Draco as she set her bag next to his table.
"Well, seeing as I am the one Snape trusts to keep you three in line," Draco grinned and Ron snorted. "I think I should be the leader of this lit—"
"Three-fourths liter of pixie urine." Interrupted Hermione. Draco glared at her before turning around and measuring it into his cauldron.
"I'll go get the rest of the materials." Said Ron as he walked past Draco.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"I said three milliliters, NOT THREE LITERS!" Screamed Hermione after Draco added the ground shrivelfig to the potion, and it overflowed and soaked into their robes.
Harry, who had had his back turned when Draco's blunder took effect, could feel the liquid burning his skin as he collapsed to the floor in pain...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"That's a great idea, Sandry!" Exclaimed Daja, "The healers did say they were running low on powerful sleeping potions. And besides, we really need something helpful to do. Personally, I hate being bored and useless at times like this."
"I hate being bored and useless at any time!" Teased Sandry.
"Yeah, well that's just you, isn't it?" Replied Briar.
"Briar, does Rosethorn have the ingredients in her stores?"
"Well, yeah, but we shouldn't just barge in there and—"
"She will understand." interrupted Tris with an impatient air about her. Normally Briar would argue, but it was Tris, and she was liable to start a thunderstorm- quite literally.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
"Ouch," screamed Sandry as the liquid spread over her hands.
"What's wrong?" Asked Briar, who was feeding the fire beneath the pot, but then he felt the potion bubble onto his hands. He could hear Sandry, then Daja and Tris fall to the ground, before doing so himself. The liquid spread throughout the room, and was absorbed into the prone figures' clothes.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* AN
Good? Well, maybe not yet, but it will be really funny next chapter, or at least eventually. TRUST ME! (hehe) I like to laugh! (hehe) Review if you have time. Tell me about any mistakes!
It was kinda short, but the other ones will be longer- hopefully!