i like this ship! its exciting! (auto) wrote in drinktilsunday,
i like this ship! its exciting!

Title: The Colour Of His Eyes (4/?)
Author: Hannah, auto
Rating: PG-13 to R
Spoilers: None
Words: 5,528 in this chapter, 16,624 overall.
Main Character(s): Draco/Harry, Ron/Hermione, Dean/Seamus, Severus/Remus, Neville, Terry Boot
Summary: A potions incidient goes wrong changes Dracos life more than he knows. Now he has to change his views on the world, while dealing with some new problems. Including an infuation with Harry Potter, and an unexpected friendship with Neville and Ron.
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story is beta'd by athenaps. Previous chapters can be found here

Draco woke up to a familiar feel of someone pushing his shoulder in a way he had told them to a long time ago. He sat up his eyes wide but still unseeing. Fumbling around for his wand and quickly cast a silencing spell on the curtains to make sure his new roommates did not hear anything.

“So what’s new?” he asked a moment later.

“Dobby and other house elves are proud to say that Mr. Boot and Harry Potter broke up, but Mr. Boot is mad. He tried to hurt Harry Potter, but Dobby wouldn’t let him. Dobby sent him stumbling before he had the chance – Harry Potter doesn’t need to know that. Draco needs to watch out for himself as well, Mr. Boot is angry as Draco,” the small house elf said quickly and excitedly.

Draco nodded his head before allowing the house elf to continue on with his morning report of what was happening in Hogwarts. He would have to go and ask the paintings later on what they saw – but for now this was good.

Draco pondered that for a moment before he nodded his head. “Good. Look, I was wondering if it wasn’t too much trouble if you could send me my usual breakfast straight up to my plate. I’m not sure if you know, but I’m blind now and I’d rather not fumble around for food.”

“Of course! House elves would love to do that for the nice Draco who talks to them and helps them. Dobby remembers what you did for his family at home when Master Malfoy hurts them, anything for you! Just tap the plate with your knife twice when you want it and we shall send it,” Dobby said bouncing slightly.

Draco smiled a little – he really did have a small soft spot for this particular elf that helped so many people, even if it was under his orders to protect those people. “Thank you Dobby. Now what time is it? I think you need to get back to the kitchens.”

“It’s five forty five as per usual Draco, kitchens not needing help for 15 minutes yet.”

“Ah good then, do you think you would mind terribly much if I ask for your help in leading me to the bathroom, I have no clue how these new rooms are set up and I don’t want to wake anyone,” Draco said his cheeks blushing slightly.

“Of course, not problems. Do you need you’re things from your trunk?” Dobby asked moving so the bed bounced up and down slightly.

“Yes please,” Draco said removing the silencing spell on the curtains and sitting on the edge waiting for Dobby to come back.

He felt the house elf’s hand in his and he felt the reassuring squeeze that told him Dobby knew he was afraid of what was going to happen to him now. He allowed himself to be led to the bathrooms where he was unceremoniously pushed into the shower and told to call out when he needed help back to his room. Draco fumbled around in the shower a little trying to find out where everything was. Luckily enough the room was set up the same way as the Slytherin showers so after a moment he was able to turn on the shower and start showering.

In the showers he had time to think about what he was going to do with his current situation. He was in Gryffindor, there was no doubt about that and there was nothing he could do. It didn’t mean that he had to be nice to everyone – it meant that he had to at least try to be civil otherwise this was going to be a very long and unfulfilling year. He had wanted to change and show people that he was good and he never really wanted to be mean in the first place. It was something that was expected of him – they knew his father, they knew what he was capable of, it was no wonder his only son would be too afraid of him to speak out publicly about him. He supposed he would have to stop calling people by their names, and start calling them by their names. He grimaced and shook his head. He would call them by their last names, he felt better that way.

He finished a little while later not in the mood to really have a long shower. With a sigh he quickly dried himself off and threw on a pair of boxers before debating on whether or not to call Dobby for help. He knew that it was most unlikely that anyone else was up at this time in the morning so he didn’t think anyone would see him. But he also wanted to learn the way himself – because one day he would have to do it himself and it would be easier that way.

He frowned at his inner debate before sighing and stretching his arms out in front of him and began to move slowly shuffling his feet so he wouldn’t trip over anything. It was slow going and he knew it was going to take awhile to get where he needed to go – but it was early and classes didn’t start for awhile yet – so he had the time.

He knew he had made it to the room when the smooth floor under his feet changed to the carpet he knew to be a garish red colour. He moved more carefully now not wanting to trip over something someone had left on the floor – he wanted them to sleep.

“Hello?” he called out his voice a whisper.

No one replied and he took the step forward towards where he hoped his bed was. Something caught the edge of his foot and sent him tumbling down onto the ground with a loud thud. “Ouch fuck,” he said loudly.

The result was instantaneous. In less a moment after he had fallen he heard the sounds of people waking up and jumping out of bed. Groaning slightly he threw an arm over his face wishing he could see for the millionth time so he would be able to walk properly.

“Who’s there?”

“Show yourself.”

“We know bad hexes.”

That last one came from Ron’s sleepy voice causing Draco to snort slightly.

“Oh, it’s you. What are you doing down there?” Ron asked sleepily.

“I decided to sleep down here, much more comfortably, what does it look like?” Draco snarled back moving slightly so he stood up.

“You ok?” Seamus asked.

“Since when do you care?” Draco retorted.

“Since you were sorted in here, I don’t know what they did down in Slytherin mate, but up here we have something called feelings, and we tend to act on those feelings and do brave but stupid things, like worrying about Malfoy’s for instance,” Seamus said clapping Draco on the shoulder.

Draco scowled, “Where’s my bed? I need to get dressed,” he muttered.

“Exactly in front of you,” Neville said from his left.

“Thanks,” he muttered as he began to walk forward carefully until he felt his foot bump against the trunk at the end of his bed.

“What time is it?” Harry asked sleepily.

Draco rolled his eyes and crouched down in front of his trunk. “About six-thirty, its time you all got up anyways, the early bird gets the worm after all.”

He smirked as he heard the other occupants in the room groan at little admission. “Fuck, you’re a morning person aren’t you?” Ron groaned as Draco nodded his head.

“Day one,” he said to his trunk holding out his hands as a set of clothing flew into them.

“How’d ya do that mate?” Seamus asked in the silence that followed that.

“It’s a common thing for people to get for wardrobes if they have problems, and my mum paid a small fee to get it added to my trunk,” he said rolling his shoulders with ease as he stood up.

“And how much clothing do you have in there?” Neville asked.

“Enough so I don’t have to re wear an outfit until Christmas break, and then when I get back I will have new sets,” he replied as he began to pull on the clothes. “Now if you’ll kindly excuse me I need to get dressed,” he said as haughty as he could as he began to pull on his clothes.

“Harry, you’re doing it again,” Ron called out suddenly.

“Sorry mate,” Harry replied sheepishly.

Draco frowned. “Doing what?” he asked confused.

“He’s not blocking, and I keep getting mental images from him, not pretty,” Ron said with a small laugh.

“But I’m not blocking,” he said pulling on his shirt before reaching for his robe.

“But I’m not listening to you; well I’m trying not to at least. It’s easier if you occlude as well as I block, but I do have enough training to be able to get rid of most of your thoughts; however I don’t do it with the other members of this house considering they know how to block so I don’t worry about it. Also you tend to block now and then, I think you do know how to occlude, but forgot for some reason,” Ron said. “I know you’re confused, but that’s as good as I can explain it,” he continued before Draco had a chance to say anything else.

“That’s annoying,” he said fumbling around for his shoes for a moment before pulling them on.

“So I’m told,” Ron said.

Draco nodded absently as he grabbed his watcher and his wand from his beside table before standing up. “Are you ready or am I going by myself?”

“We’re waiting for you; do you know it takes you forever to get dressed?” Seamus asked with a laugh.

“Be glad I’m not doing my hair today, and I wake up early so I can get the showers first, wait until tonight, then you’ll see bad,” Draco said with a sneer as he activated the watcher, gave the destination and began to walk.

“I still can’t believe we’re down to breakfast at seven in the bloody morning, classes don’t start till bloody nine today,” Ron complained as the group of boys headed down stairs.

“Well maybe if all of you went to bed at a decent time instead of staying up and talking until two in the morning you would feel more inclined to wake up. The early bird gets the worm after all,” he said cheerfully as they made their way into the great hall. “How many people are here?” he asked as they sat down.

“Besides us five, another four people – and they’re all teachers,” Harry said around a yawn.

Draco nodded and looked down before fumbling around for his knife. Grasping it in his left hand he tapped the plate twice quickly and waited.

“Bloody hell, how did you get food delivered to your plate,” Ron’s incredulous voice sounded.

Draco grinned. “My little secret,” he said winking.

“Orange,” Harry piped up causing Draco to roll his eyes.

“You do know that that is getting annoying and I would rather you not point out each and every time my eye colour changes,” he said sneering in the general direction of the dark haired boy.

“Sorry,” Harry muttered sadly causing Draco to wince inside. He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh; it was just getting a little annoying.

“What’s the first class?” he asked turning his attention back to the inky blackness in front of him that he knew to be his plate.

“Advanced Potions with Snape and the Slytherins,” Ron said with a small laugh. “This is going to be interesting, I wonder if ole Snape will give you points, then realize that you’re in Gryffindor.”

Draco smiled a little at that before he shrugged.

“Hey mate, there’s a bloody huge white owl in front of you, with a big necklace and an NM on the front of it,” Seamus said.

“Oh, hello Jinx,” Draco said reaching out to take the letter he knew was from his mother.

“Who is it from?” Neville asked. Draco could feel him lean in a little closer.

“My mum,” he replied absently moving to open the letter when he felt a hand over his.

“Umm mate, I’m going to warn you that that is one of Fred ‘n George’s proud’s,” Ron said retracting his hand.

“What’s a proud?” he asked confused.

“It’s basically a howler, but instead of getting yelled angrily, it’s for when a parents if proud of you for something, so it’s going to be a loud message of happiness and joy, or so as the twins put it,” Ron explained.

“Oh, how many people are around?” he asked turning the letter over in his hand.

“It’s almost full, and everyone is looking at you waiting for you to open it I might add,” Seamus said with a grin in his voice.

“Ah,” he said before shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly and opening the letter. His mother was a stickler for protocol when in public, so he assumed it wouldn’t be that bad.

As one the hall held its breath as silence descended on the hall before his mother’s voice filled the air.

“Oh my little Dragon I’m so very proud of you. Getting sorted into the house you finally belong in, I always told your father that you should be in Gryffindor, but you’re father always told me to be quiet and that you would be in Slytherin since it’s what he used to be in, but what did he know, the slimy pollick. I always thought you would do better in Hufflepuff like me, but Gryffindor is good as well. You have always been so nice and brave sticking up for those smaller than you, especially the house elves when your father when into a rant. And then you were always loyal weren’t you? I mean I remember that time that your friend - Mannie I think it was - came over and he was a muggle born and you’re father said to stop being friends with him but you refused and stayed friends with him. Of course then he had to move to America, have you heard from him? His mother was going to give me the recipe to those scones she made but she never got the chance. But that is beside the point. Honestly my little Dragon I cannot tell you how proud I am of you. I hope you have a nice year and I can’t wait to hear all you’re little tales of what new friends you made and how you’re classes went. I’m expecting daily letters and pictures if you can get them. Remember; always look on the bright side of life! And say high to Sevvie for me,” his mothers letter finished before a pop sounded and silence descended around them.

“I disown her,” Draco muttered down into his plate as the people around them started to laugh.

“Was that your mother mate?” Seamus asked amid his laughter.

“Yes, and I’d kindly like it if you stop laughing at what she said, it’s rude,” he said defensive of his mother.

“Don’t worry mate, we’re only laughing because I honestly thought no one was as barmy as my mother, but I’ve been proved wrong. Standing up for people littler than you my ass, does she not know you were a royal prick for six years?” Ron said slapping him on the back.

“My mother is not barmy, and she knows,” Draco muttered before pushing his plate away. Suddenly he didn’t feel hungry anymore. “I’m going to class, see you later.”

“Wait a min, then we’ll go with you,” Neville said as the other boys murmured their agreement.

Draco frowned confused. “Why? I’m not making you go, then why are you leaving when I am?”

“It’s something call free will, and since we are done and class starts soon then we should go as well, don’t worry, you’ll get used to it. We tend to travel in packs us lions,” Harry said slapping Draco on the shoulder.

“Oh,” he said releasing his watcher into the air once more as he walked off with the other boys ignoring the whispers as they passed.

“Where’s Granger?” he asked suddenly realizing the lack of the one-third of the golden trio.

“No clue, she always meets up with us after first class,” Ron said with a noncommittal tone in his voice.

Draco nodded and stayed silent as the five of them made their way towards the potions class – his first class as a Gryffindor. He grimaces as he turned a corner a little too early clipping his shoulder against the stone wall. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself so that no one can hear him.

“And here we are, the happiest place on earth,” Harry crowed a moment later.

Draco frowns as the other three laughed at whatever joke was made. “The happiest place on earth? We’re going to potions, hell I don’t even think this is the happiest place on earth,” he asked confused.

“Muggle thing,” Ron explains.

“Ah,” he murmured as he went to take your regular seat up at the front.

“Which one of you losers is going to sit with the newbie?” Ron asks. “I’m sitting with Herm, I think Nev should, no blown up cauldrons this year I think.”

Draco snorted at that and shrugs his shoulders, “fine by me,” he muttered as he sat down and took out his parchment and quick note’s quill.

“Silence,” Snape announced his arrival. Draco could almost see him walking in his robes billowing around him in a way that only he could do.

“Ah, Mr. Malfoy. It is so good that you can finally join us, I am sure everyone here is dying to hear of what you did for the war,” Snape’s silky voice flowed over him. Draco stiffened as he felt anger begin to curl in his stomach – along with the icy tendrils of dread.

“Don’t,” he whispered his voice more pleading than demanding.

“I don’t think so Mr. Malfoy, my part in this war was reveled and I think it is time that your new housemates are told as exactly as what you did in part to his war,” Snape continued on as if he hadn’t heard Draco at all.

“You’re still upset at me for finding the cure aren’t you?” Draco asked his voice a low growl.

“Mr. Weasley, what do you think Mr. Malfoy did in part of the war?” Snape asked.

“Was unconscious because of a muck up in potions or so I was told,” Ron continued warily.

“Not exactly, what about you Mr. Boot?” Snape continued as Draco jerked a little.

“Run to his little death eater daddy and tell him everyone’s secrets?” the cold voice replied.

“I think not, can no one think of anything he did?” Snape asked the broad questions.

“What does this have to do with potions Professor?” Granger – the ever present girl who needs to ask questions – asked.

“All in good time Ms. Granger, now can anyone answer my questions,” Snape continued on.

“Don’t,” Draco said this time with anger in his voice. His fists curled into balls as his nails dug into his palms. The pain helped ground him and not make him do any thing he would later regret – but it was a thin thread that kept his temper in check.

“Professor, as far as I know he did nothing useful ever in his life, just followed his death eater father around,” Boot said his voice cold and sneering.

“That is where you are wrong. Ms. Granger, what can you tell me of the Orin Poison?” Snape asked.

However it was Neville who replied in a strong but quiet voice. “The Orin Poison was created at the beginning of the fifteenth century as a way to kill your enemies easily. It is odorless, colourless and cannot be seen, smelled, tasted or discovered with magic. It is derived from the seven most toxic ingredients in the world – Basilisk Fang, Acromantula venom, Cowslip leaves, Bat Wings, Hemlock, Bleeding Heart and Devil’s Ivy – along with some other smaller ingredients to meld them together and increase their potency. When mixed together they make a poison that will kill you in 90 minutes on the dot unless you take the antidote within an hour. During the last half hour the pain is described to be similar to the Crucio, but a lot more potent. After the first hour you slowly lose your mind. The antidote was recently discovered by an unknown source and it was put in to use after the first battle in the war when Auror Kinsley Shacklebolt was poisoned and he died – since then nine hundred and sixty three people died before the antidote was found. The antidote consists of Dragon Scales, Phoenix Ashes and a Bezaor – mixed a certain way other wise it will not work and the antidote can kill you.”

Silence followed that declaration as Draco looked to his left in amazement that he was able to retain that much information. Although he couldn’t see them he was sure the rest of the class was looking at Neville in the same way.

“As much as I am loathe admitting it that is correct. 25 points to Gryffindor for the correct answer, and another 5 for actually speaking before Ms. Granger, and another 10 for actually answering,” Snape said.

No one else would be able to tell, but since Draco had known the man since he was a baby he was able to detect a little bit of awe in his voice at the boys answer – and Draco couldn’t blame him.

“I’ll tell about a certain someone,” Draco threatened.

“I don’t care,” Snape replied.

“My mother will hear of this,” he said as a last chance.

“She told us to do this,” Snape retorted as Draco slumped down defeated.

“But sir, what does that have to do with Malfoy?” Ron asked confused.

“Who do you think the unknown source is? I didn’t do it,” Snape said as Draco dropped his head to the desk with a groan of defeat.

“He made the antidote?” half the class exclaimed at the same time.

“Yes he did, and this year we shall learn how to brew it, along with most of the other antidotes that there are,” Snape continued.

“But why would he want to make the antidotes. Only the death eaters used it, so why would they want an antidote? Wouldn’t it go against the grain?” Boot asked his voice implying that he was a death eater.

Draco’s temper had been stretched thin at that point and with Boots comment it snapped. He turned around his hands once more clenched into fists as he began to yell. “I am NOT a fucking Death Eater. Why the fuck does everyone keep saying that! I am sick and tired of people thinking that just because I look like my father means that I am my father. I made the fucking antidote because I, like most normal sane people, don’t like to see people die. None of you know what the fuck I had to go through to do what I wanted to do, that excuse of a father made my life living hell, whoever finally killed him has my deepest congratulations. Fucking hell.” Rolling back his sleeves he shoved out his forearms for people to see, “Do you see a fucking dark mark there?”

“Mr. Malfoy, that is no way to treat your fellow classmates who only wish to know the truth. And to speak to the teacher in such a way, that is not acceptable,” McGonagall’s voice sounded out from the back of the classroom.

“Whatever, he deserved it,” Draco muttered.

“That is beside the point. I think that maybe instead of points and a detention – which would not help you settle into your new house – an explanation might be in order of what exactly you have been doing since second year?” McGonagall continued.

“Killing people, eating babies,” Boot muttered under his breath earning a glare from

Draco gaped. “I’d rather the loss of points and the detention mam, what I do is no one’s business but mine,” he said crossing his arms over his chest before he frowned, “or if you’re Weasley.”

“Sorry, not my fault mate, but I’d like it to be explained all the same, I only get pictures,” Ron spoke up.

“You mistake our meaning Mr. Malfoy, that was not a request,” Snape continued on his voice losing its benign sound to it.

“Unless you Imperio me, I will not talk,” Draco said stubbornly.

“Then I am afraid Professor Snape will have to explain and I am sure his explanations, will not be as satisfactory as yours,” McGonagall finished.

“That’s blackmail,” he accused before sighing and nodding his head, “Only because the greasy git will get it wrong anyways, god I don’t know how Lupin puts up with you,” Draco continued sneering ignoring the gasps.

“Mr. Malfoy, that is no way to treat a teacher, and apologize immediately,” McGonagall said her voice stern.

“I am not speaking to a teacher like that. I’m speaking to a soon to be ex godfather like that, there is a difference,” Draco snarled as he crossed his arms and tucked his chin into his chest looking defiant – they could figure it out on his own, and he was not going to apologize.

“What’s this about Professor Lupin?” someone asked.

“Does anyone else think his eyes look really creepy right now? They’re a dark blue-green colour,” Harry piped up among mummers of agreement.

“Draco, explain now,” Snape ground out.

“Fine. Fucking hell. I decided I didn’t want to be like my father second year, came to Professor Snape for help, created the potion and stayed away from the war,” he said quickly hoping no one would call him on his lie.

“And what actions beside the potion did you take?” Snape prodded.

Draco sighed suddenly glad he was blind so he didn’t have to see anyone’s face. “Second year I sent Dobby to help Potter, and sort of pushed Myrtle to tell you three about what she saw, third year I told Dumbledore to let Granger and Potter use the time turners to save Black and Buckbeak, fourth year I told Moody that Neville could use a new Herbology book, helped Cedric out with the clue, hinted at Hagrid to tell about the Dragons, fifth year started training as a spy and gave information I got from my father to Snape to pass along, sixth year I developed that potion among others I haven’t shared with anyone yet, passed along plans and attacks, started to slowly poison my father and a few other death eaters to weaken the power structure of the death eaters, and told Snape where the Death Eaters were so that the fucking war could end. Only I didn’t get to see it fucking end because some fuckwit messed with my potions stores and didn’t fucking clean up, although I don’t know how, I never gave anyone permission,” he ground out. “And the best part is this entire fucking time I’ve been hexed a million fucking times over, had to get into fucking fights with people I was helping, just to keep fucking cover. Happy? Now can we continue on with our lesson?” he said turning in his seat and hunching over.

“Thank you Mr. Malfoy, that is all. Severus, I leave the class in you’re capable hands,” McGonagall said with a smile in her voice before leaving.

Silence followed the outburst and Draco could slowly feel his cheeks heat up as he felt the weight of everyone’s gazes on his back. “Lets just get on with it shall we?” he asked trying to sound nonchalant but his voice come out tired and annoyed.

“What other potions did you create Mr. Malfoy?” Snape asked his voice curious.

“Just some things I decided we needed, one to counter the effects of Veritaserum so you don’t have to tell the truth, one that works the same as Veritaserum but instead the person goes into an awake coma so they answer without fighting you and then forget about what they said, among others,” he said looking at his nails decideing he should at least brag if all his secrets were going to be told.

“And how do you know those will work?” Snape asked.

“I tested them on my father and other death eaters who pissed me off. How do you think I got most of the information,” he said with a sly smile.

“Lord save me from idiots who test things without making sure they’re ok. Would I be able to see you’re notes on the matter,” Snape asked.

“Hey! No one died, except for this one, but it didn’t matter, it was only Greyback not like he’s a loss to human society,” he defended himself crossing his arms. “My notes are in my bag sir if you would like them,” he said with a sly smile.

“Yes Mr. Malfoy is you would be as so kind to give them to me now,” Snape said his patience beginning to wear thing.

Draco smirked and grabbed his notebook before handing it over to Snape and grinned waiting for the inevitable.

“Draco, what language are these written in?” Snape asked slowly.

“Well they’re in a combination of French, Spanish, Italian, English, Greek and Latin sir, only I can read them,” he said with a smirk.

“What next? A Parsletounge potion?” Snape continued on his voice careful.

“Why sir, that’s one of the potions I made. If a person meets the right requirement and takes the potion and casts the spell he will be able to speak Parseltounge for two hours before it fades away, and it works, I tested it myself,” he said unable to keep the cocky grin of his face.

“And what are these requirements?” Snape asked.

Draco continued to grin only now it turned into a sly sadistic sort of grin. “Well, since Snakes are hunters in nature I figured there would need to be blood in the potion, so first you have to hunt and kill someone, I used Greyback – I still have most of his blood in my stores from him, then you also need to use some certain ingredients – like the scales of the 16 most common snakes in the world, along with some of their tongues - that are not cheap nor easy to come by. And then some of this and some of that and well there you go.”

“Mr. Malfoy, I am not even going to try and figure out why, how, or what else you have made, I think I am good,” Snape said sounding sick.

Draco shrugged still looking straight ahead and ignoring the whispers of his classmates. He could hear Neville scooting away a little and he couldn’t exactly blame him. It hurt a little but he knew he needed for them to know exactly what he had accomplished in his short life.

“Fair enough, but I think I will give you one potion that could be of use, it worked for Greyback so it should work for Mr. Lupin,” he said slowly. “I managed to come up with a potion, that along with the spell will stop the transformation all together, it will not cure them and if they don’t it they will change and it will be more painful due to the repressing of the previous moon, but if they take it they don’t change, it worked for Greyback and a few other werewolves I tested it on that Voldermort said I could so I am assuming with some more testing it will work.” He said hoping that this would at least help them in the eyes of his new classmates a little. “Also sir, could you please teach me of Occlude,” he finished into the silence.

“I think you and I need to talk Draco, and you already know how to Occlude, I taught you fifth year when you started training, only I called it something different,” Snape said sounding tired.

“Whoa, his eyes are pure white,” Harry whispered into the silence.

Draco sighed not really caring as he tried to think back to what he had learnt. “Oh,” he said a little while later before he threw up his boundaries like he had been told.

“Can’t see or hear anything now Draco,” Ron said happily.

“Good, let’s get on with class shall we?” he asked softly ignoring the small bubble of hope that came with Ron using his first name.

“As I was saying, this year we will learn to make the poisons and their antidotes this year, and Mr. Malfoy will be teaching us the Orin Antidote,” Snape continued ignoring Draco’s glower.

With a smirk Draco raised his hand and managed to school his face into innocence.

“Yes Mr. Malfoy?” Snape asked.

“So how long have you and Professor Lupin been dating?” he asked the perfect picture of innocence.

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