Disgrace

Clever

Next you had potions with Gryffindor as well. You walked with your twin and your friends down the halls before entering a cold room. The walls were lined with shelves of jars full of parts of animals and dust looking things.

You sat with your friends at the back table. You were talking about the cauldrons when suddenly the door swung open and Professor Snape walked in. "There will be no foolish wand waving, or silly incantations in this class." He spat sanding by his desk.

"As such, I do not expect many of your to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making, however for those select few,"

His eyes shot to Draco and you rolled your eyes. "Who possess the Predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in a death."

His attention went to Harry. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of ability so formidable that your confident enough to not, pay, attention." He snapped and Harry stopped writing. "Mr. Potter, one of our new celebrities, and Miss Potter?" He asked looking around. "Yes, sir?" You asked.

"Ah yes, placed in Slytherins house, I guess the blood line has some stronger than the others." The Slytherins chuckled at Harry. "Tell me Mr. Potter what would I get if I added powdered root of Asphodel to an infusion of wormwood."

Hermione's hand shot into the air. Harry shook his head no. "You don't know? Well let's try again, where would you look Mr. Potter if I asked you to find me a Bezoar." Hermione's hand shot up again. "I don't know sir."

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" Hermione's hand shot up again. "I don't know sir." Harry said quietly. "Pitty, clearly fame isn't everything, is it Mr. Potter?" Malfoy snickered and turned to him smirking. "Mr. Malfoy, what is the answer to my first question?"

He looked to Snape smiling. "A sleeping potion, known as Draught of Living Death." "Correct. Let me see," he made eye contact with you, which didn't bother you because you actually knew the answer because you discussed potions with your friend last night. "Miss Potter, second answer?" "Bezoar is a stone, taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from the most fatale potions, I do believe sir?" "Correct, third answer Miss Potter?"

"They are the same plant sir." You looked to Draco who was turned giving you a 'not bad' face. Then he blushed when he saw you, smiled and turned. "Correct again. It may do you some good to learn something from your sister Mr. Potter, she is quite clever." You couldn't help but smirk, but he looked at you hurt.

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Class ended sooner than you wanted and you went down to the field for your first flying lessons after lunch. You walked with your friends, as you were going down the stairs someone yelled after you. "(Y/N), (Y/N) wait!" You turned to see Harry followed closely by Hermione and Ron.

"Oh Hi Harry." You smiled and hugged him. He hugged back. Then Hermione spoke up. "Harry, are you sure you should be hugging her." She asked giving you a scared look. "She was put in Slytherins yes buts she my sister Hermione, lighten up." You got down to the field and lined up with your houses you were in the middle of your friends.

"Good after noon class." "Good after noon madam hootch." The class chanted together. "Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for, everyone step up to the left side of their broom stick." Madam hootch has spiked up grey hair and shiny yellow eyes.

"Come on now hurry up." You stepped up real quick. "Stick your right hand over the broom and say 'Up.'" You stuck out your hand over your broom. "Up." You demanded firmly and the broom flew into your hand first try. Harry tried twice then got it. Draco tried once and got it and smirked at Harry teasingly. "Up!" Ron yelled frustrated. The broom came up and hit him in the face, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Now once you've got your broom, I want you to mount it, and grip it tight, you don't want to be sliding off the end." You mounted your broom as did everyone else. "When I blow my whistle, I want each of you, to kick up from the ground hard, keep your broom steady,hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle, three, two." She blew the whistle.

As she did Nevilles broom floated into the air. "Mr. Longbottom. M-M-M-Mr. Longbottom!" She yelled as nevilles broom flew away. "Come back down this instant!" Madam hootch yelled after him. You couldn't help but giggle with the other Slytherins. He flew through the crowd then out a tunnel and back into air before his robe got stuck on a statue and he hung above the ground.

He fell from one statue and got caught on a light fixture then fell again not hitting the ground too hard. "Everyone out of the way." Madam hootch ran over and then started taking him to the hospital wing. "If I see a single broom in the air, the person riding it will be out of Hogwarts before they can say quidditch." She threatened.