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Chapter 8 : Babies
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So it was on one most fateful day, when Professor Snape decided to have fun with his students, Slytherin style. It was Double Potions for the Gryffindors and the Slytherins. They all grumbled as they made their way into their seats, a distinct space separating the two houses. As soon as Harry and Ron saw the smirk on Snape’s face, they knew he was up to something.
“Class has commenced. Please take your seats,” said Snape, although everyone was already seated and looking at him intently.
“Today, we will be creating a very complicated potion that involved much concentration. The Headmaster has allowed me to teach this potion to the Advanced Potions, but he advises great caution as you go about doing this. In fact, it is so rare and dangerous that only five people before today have created it. It is a potion of much rarity, originating from an ancient land long ago. Many people have -”
Draco raised his hand confidently. “Sir, would you please shut the small talk and tell us the name of the damn potion?” the blond said sweetly, a Slytherin smirk plastered across his face.
Hermione and the rest of the Gryffindors cast looks of mixed contempt and agreement at the Slytherin prince, all though most of the girls sighed when their eyes set on the muscular features of the boy.
Snape scowled at the boy but proceeded to flip out his wand and cast a spell to create a writing board. In perfect scrawl, he wrote, “Babylois Tengera”.
Hermione audibly gasped and looked thoroughly confused. Harry and Ron turned to her with questioning glances. “It’s the potion I read about a couple months ago. It is one of the most...unpredictable potions ever to have been brewed. You see, it…,” Hermione was cut off from her explanation with the triumphant voice of Snape.
“Ten points from Gryffindor for talking during class, Ms. Granger!” The Slytherins smirked in unison.
Hermione looked back at Snape defiantly. She was very tempted to stand up and slap him right now.
“As I was saying, before this insufferable, know-it-all interrupted me (here the Slytherins burst into laughter), this potion is rarely brewed. For it is used only in the most unusual of circumstances. You see, Babylois Tenegra is the potion of bringing dolls to life. Or in other words, this year, all 7th year students will be paired up with one member of the opposite sex and will be given the responsibility of raising a child for one year.”
Gryffindors and Slytherins alike gaped at the Potions Master, who was currently looking much too smug for his own good.
Draco narrowed his eyes at his favorite teacher…two could play at this Slytherin game. “Sir, seeing as how you are behaving as a 7th year right now, wouldn’t you fit right into that category? Perhaps Parkinson would be your match?” said Draco.
Pansy looked disgustingly pleased with the prospect of doing just that, while the Potion Master's face burned a deep shade of scarlet. Snape bellowed, “Enough! Entirely unacceptable, Mr. Malfoy. You shall accept this assignment by being our first model. You and…ah…Ms. Granger!”
Hermione’s jaw dropped. Nowhere on her schedule was there any spot for…raising a baby with a…ferret.
“Bur sir, that is so unfair! I seriously do not want to do this with the Mudblood,” whined the ever petulant Draco. For once, Hermione secretly agreed with him.
“You will accept this with Ms. Granger, because, after all, you both are Heads, and the smartest in this class. Now if you two will just come up here out of your corners…” said Snape.
Hermione didn’t know whether to take it as a compliment or not. Harry and Ron cast Hermione looks of sympathy as she slowly trudged her way to the front of the room.
“Now, if you will just read this incantation over here while you place your right hand on the doll’s heart?”
Hermione glanced at the words, “Lilubrum Tenegra Magnificus,” and sighed.
Snape brought out a doll that was hardly worth a second glance and set it on the table. Hermione heart thudded as she pointedly ignored Draco as she placed her pinky on the doll’s heart. Draco looked at it, sighed, and took her whole hand to place it over his.
When she looked at him with a squeak of indignation, he merely said, “Let’s at least do this right.”
Feeling highly immature and ashamed, Hermione hurriedly muttered the incantation (she was well adept at wandless magic now). Then, she merely looked at Snape for further instruction, her hand still on Draco’s.
Snape shoved a textbook in front of her face. “Create the potion, Ms. Granger, along with Mr. Malfoy. I’m sure you will have no trouble?” Snape gave her a sickly sweet smirk before turning away.
Hermione went over the list of ingredients that was surprisingly short. She gathered them and dumped them on the table. She decided to be the mature one in this. “Okay, I’ll prepare half of these ingredients for the potion, and you do the other half.” She hurriedly separated the materials.
“You got the easier ones to do.”
Hermione’s face turned pink with suppressed frustration. She glared at Draco, not willing to fight with him, lest he use it against her house's points. She sighed, annoyed, before replacing his ingredients with her own.
A/N: Hey guys! There were a couple different ways that I could've taken this story, and when I chose one, I am pretty sure I did the right thing. However, this story is going to get a tad bit complicated with the improved plot design. However, please continue to r&r!
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