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The Littlest Longbottom

Chapter 1

Advanced Potions and one last project. Snape said that mixed house partners were Dumbledore's idea, but Harry knew better.

It was torture.

Pure, intentional, torture.

There were only a few days left until summer holidays and that last potion was the only thing standing between Harry and sweet freedom. He just had to bite his tongue for a few more days, and then he and Malfoy could go their own way.

"Per the Headmaster's suggestion, on Friday each pairing will tutor a Remedial Potions student on the brew of my choosing…"

Harry let the voice drift over him as he imagined the rest of his life without Malfoy's constant presence. Or at least the next few months.

Broken from the pleasant fantasy by a bony, pointy, ferret elbow, he glared at the blond.

"Hope you're happy, Potter." the boy spat, gathering up his scroll and quill and sweeping out of the room.

"I'm so sorry, Harry."

His best female friend's voice came out of nowhere, startling him. Turning towards the bushy-haired girl, he said, "For what, Hermione?"

"You and Malfoy… You're working with Neville, Harry."

Pure, intentional, torture

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Note: So there we have it, the first chapter. I started this story sometime last year. I had been reading a lot of kid!fics and I wanted to try something different. There will be slash, and angst, and all of the things you can expect from my work and I hope you enjoy it.

Read, review. And be as polite as you can, even if its bad. I think I broke my toe this morning and it has put me in a rather nasty mood.