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Unexpected Surprises
Summary:: Harry Potter must deal with school, Quidditch, and Voldemort. He expected that. What he never expected was to find love in the most unlikely of places. Slash H/D Hr/B
Timeline:: Start of sixth year, pre-HBP.
Rating:: PG-13 for language and a few suggestive themes. Nothing graphic though.
Warning:: This is a slash story. It deals with boy/boy and girl/girl relationships. If you don't like that kind of thing, then don't comment. Thank you.
Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, was currently on his knees as he scrubbed the floor of the Potions classroom. Bloody floor. He thought vehemently. Bloody detention...bloody Snape! That b*****d, he knew Malfoy pushed the cauldron. He saw, the greasy git, and he blames me! Typical bloody greasy Death Eater of a git. Shoving the rag back into the bucket of soapy water by him, he twisted the water out like it was Snape's neck.
::flashback::
Harry stirred his cauldron slowly, before dropping in a handful of dried rose petals. They were brewing a Dreamless Sleep potion that was strong enough to knock someone out for a week. His Potions textbook said that it was frequently used in hospitals for people with multiple broken bones. Fortunately, it was a fairly easy potion, at least for Snape's class.
Unfortunately, he also chose partners.
Hermione was working with Blaise Zabini. They seemed to have reached an agreement, because nothing had exploded yet, although he noticed the dark-skinned girl giving Hermione looks when she wasn't looking. Ron had the misfortune to be paired with Crabb, and their potion looked dangerously close to combustion.
And Harry...well, Harry had been paired with the person he least wanted to be partnered with. Besides Neville, of course.
Draco Malfoy.
Oh, the first part had gone okay- there was the initial exchange of threats and snide remarks, but then they settled down to work. It was near the end when it all went horribly, horribly wrong.
As Harry dropped in the petals, and watched carefully as the potion turned from a deep purple to a pale blue, he sighed in relief. Glancing over at Hermione's, he was happy to see that his was about the same shade, if a bit paler.
Reaching across the table, under pretext of getting his book, Draco knocked the cauldron of bubbling liquid to the floor. Snape was on them in a second.
"Well, another fiasco in my class, Potter. At this rate, you'll be a regular Longbottom. Twenty points from Gryffindor, and detention tonight."
::end flashback::
And that was how he managed to end up on the floor of a dungeon, scrubbing old potions stains and who-knows-what else.
"Potter."
He looked up at the hooked nose of his Potions master, holder of the title 'Hogwarts a*****e'. Of course, he never learned of this.
"Yes sir?" Harry said between gritted teeth.
"You're free to go. Mind you don't knock over any more cauldrons."
Scrambling to his feet, Harry grabbed his bag and raced out of the dungeon. Stopping in the hall to catch his breath- the stairs to the dungeons went on forever- he shivered at the lack of noise. Normally, there would be some noise; a late student racing to class, murmurs from behind closed doors, an explosion from one room or another. Now, the halls were utterly silent.
Of course, the fact that it was nearly midnight might have had something to do with it.
After many corridors, staircases, and a few secret passageways and shortcuts, Harry finally stood in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Hey!" he said loudly, trying to wake her. She kept snoring. "Hey, wake up!" Giving the edge of the frame a kick, he jumped when she opened her eyes, sitting up like a zombie in the process.
"Yes, what?" she said irritably when she spotted Harry.
"Blast-Ended Skrewt." He said, and the portrait swung open. Stepping inside, he grinned at the sight before him.
Hermione was sprawled in the armchair in front of the fire, a book in her hand. He couldn't tell if she really fell asleep reading, or if she had been waiting up. Dragging a blanket off the nearby couch, he pulled the book from limp fingers and tucked it around her.
"Sleep well, sis." He said quietly, placing a kiss on her forehead. Heading off to bed, he missed the smile that crept across her face as she whispered, "Goodnight bro."
And, that's the first chappie. I would like to thank Chisuchina for being my beta. Please R&R! ^____________^
Summary:: Harry Potter must deal with school, Quidditch, and Voldemort. He expected that. What he never expected was to find love in the most unlikely of places. Slash H/D Hr/B
Timeline:: Start of sixth year, pre-HBP.
Rating:: PG-13 for language and a few suggestive themes. Nothing graphic though.
Warning:: This is a slash story. It deals with boy/boy and girl/girl relationships. If you don't like that kind of thing, then don't comment. Thank you.
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Harry Potter, Boy-Who-Lived, Savior of the Wizarding World, was currently on his knees as he scrubbed the floor of the Potions classroom. Bloody floor. He thought vehemently. Bloody detention...bloody Snape! That b*****d, he knew Malfoy pushed the cauldron. He saw, the greasy git, and he blames me! Typical bloody greasy Death Eater of a git. Shoving the rag back into the bucket of soapy water by him, he twisted the water out like it was Snape's neck.
::flashback::
Harry stirred his cauldron slowly, before dropping in a handful of dried rose petals. They were brewing a Dreamless Sleep potion that was strong enough to knock someone out for a week. His Potions textbook said that it was frequently used in hospitals for people with multiple broken bones. Fortunately, it was a fairly easy potion, at least for Snape's class.
Unfortunately, he also chose partners.
Hermione was working with Blaise Zabini. They seemed to have reached an agreement, because nothing had exploded yet, although he noticed the dark-skinned girl giving Hermione looks when she wasn't looking. Ron had the misfortune to be paired with Crabb, and their potion looked dangerously close to combustion.
And Harry...well, Harry had been paired with the person he least wanted to be partnered with. Besides Neville, of course.
Draco Malfoy.
Oh, the first part had gone okay- there was the initial exchange of threats and snide remarks, but then they settled down to work. It was near the end when it all went horribly, horribly wrong.
As Harry dropped in the petals, and watched carefully as the potion turned from a deep purple to a pale blue, he sighed in relief. Glancing over at Hermione's, he was happy to see that his was about the same shade, if a bit paler.
Reaching across the table, under pretext of getting his book, Draco knocked the cauldron of bubbling liquid to the floor. Snape was on them in a second.
"Well, another fiasco in my class, Potter. At this rate, you'll be a regular Longbottom. Twenty points from Gryffindor, and detention tonight."
::end flashback::
And that was how he managed to end up on the floor of a dungeon, scrubbing old potions stains and who-knows-what else.
"Potter."
He looked up at the hooked nose of his Potions master, holder of the title 'Hogwarts a*****e'. Of course, he never learned of this.
"Yes sir?" Harry said between gritted teeth.
"You're free to go. Mind you don't knock over any more cauldrons."
Scrambling to his feet, Harry grabbed his bag and raced out of the dungeon. Stopping in the hall to catch his breath- the stairs to the dungeons went on forever- he shivered at the lack of noise. Normally, there would be some noise; a late student racing to class, murmurs from behind closed doors, an explosion from one room or another. Now, the halls were utterly silent.
Of course, the fact that it was nearly midnight might have had something to do with it.
After many corridors, staircases, and a few secret passageways and shortcuts, Harry finally stood in front of the Fat Lady's portrait.
"Hey!" he said loudly, trying to wake her. She kept snoring. "Hey, wake up!" Giving the edge of the frame a kick, he jumped when she opened her eyes, sitting up like a zombie in the process.
"Yes, what?" she said irritably when she spotted Harry.
"Blast-Ended Skrewt." He said, and the portrait swung open. Stepping inside, he grinned at the sight before him.
Hermione was sprawled in the armchair in front of the fire, a book in her hand. He couldn't tell if she really fell asleep reading, or if she had been waiting up. Dragging a blanket off the nearby couch, he pulled the book from limp fingers and tucked it around her.
"Sleep well, sis." He said quietly, placing a kiss on her forehead. Heading off to bed, he missed the smile that crept across her face as she whispered, "Goodnight bro."
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And, that's the first chappie. I would like to thank Chisuchina for being my beta. Please R&R! ^____________^
