Draco's POV

I made it halfway to the potions classroom when I realized I left my bag at my corner of the table. Ugh. I turned around and quickly made my way back to the Great Hall.

Turning corners while going at a fast pace isn't always the best idea.

BOOM

The next thing I know I'm sprawled on the floor after hitting into someone.

"Alright there, Malfoy?"

Of course... It would be Harry fucking Potter and his idiot friends.

I scowl up at him as he offers his hand to help me up. I glare at the outstretched hand before I pick myself off the floor, glaring at him.

"Watch where your going, Potter." I grind out before pushing past him.

"Wow. You haven't changed one bit have you, Malfoy?"

"Yeah. You'd think the prat would at least a little grateful since you saved his sorry arse." The weasel commented. I froze and turned to face them.

"Sorry to disappoint... But I'm still not a member of the Harry Potter Fan Club. Not before. Not now. Not ever. And I am grateful."

Sometimes.

With one last look I turn and start walking again.

It wasn't even five minutes after that when I hear his voice again.

"Hey Malfoy! Wait up!"

I sigh and turn to face him.

"What do you want Potter."

"Just wanted to know if you wanted someone to walk with you."

"And why would you assume that I wanted company... Let alone yours. Don't you have your own friends?" I start walking to get my bag... He follows.

Fucking hell.

"Well yeah. But I told them I'd meet them in class. And you always seem to be alone. Why is that?"

"Not all of us can be the beloved saviour now can we? And it's really none of your concern."

"You just.... I guess it seems like a lonely existence."

"Didn't know you cared, Potter."

"I-"

"Save it." I say as I reach down and grab my bag. "I don't need you. I already said my thank yous and told you of my intentions during the war. I'm not up to anything suspicious. Now please.... Leave. Me. Alone."

I walk away from him, not giving him any time to answer.

Who does he think he's fooling? Acting all concerned and pretending to be modest. Like he really gives a shit about me or my isolation. He doesn't know anything. He can't save everyone.

Bloody, humble prick. He's a pain in the arse.

I quickly make my way back to class and to get away from him.

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"Today, class, we will be making a de-aging potion. It's typically used for witches and wizards who want the look of youth back. It's quite the tricky potion. It MUST be brewed correctly and used safely. The consequences may be severe. Do try not to get any on yourselves.... Again. The price is too risky. I will now assign partners."

"Weasley, Granger."
"Nott, Thomas."
"Zambini, Malfoy."
"Potter, Longbottom."
Etc. Etc. Etc. Etc.

"Alright now everyone has a partner. Good luck."

We all begin to start to brew our potions.

Everything was going good. Until we saw that we've ran out of the bat spleens~*a/n: yo ok I have no idea what the ingredients are for a de-age potion. So don't hate. Just go with it.*.

"Oi... We've run out of the spleens. Potter has some, go ask him for a few."

Sigh. Of course he would have plenty of bat spleens.

I walk over to his table where Longbottom and him are working. It's kind of funny though. They both are shit at potions.

"Potter, we've run out of bat spleens. I need some."

"Hmm. You said you didn't need me. Changed your mind, have you?"

"Potter stop being stupid. Just give me some spleens."

"Why should I? You were quite rude. Go ask someone else."

"You are the only one who has enough to spare. Now give them to me."

"No."

"Potter..."

"Go get-"

"THERE AREN'T ANY FUCKING BAT SPLEENS LEFT POTTER! NOW STOP BEING AN IDIOTIC PRAT AND GIVE ME THE FUCKING SPLEENS!"

"Harry, just give the arse some." Neville cuts in.

"No... He's not getting anything from me. I'm tired of him."

That's it. I'm too irritated. I've had enough.

I reach down and grab a handful and start walking away. Potter grabs me and tries to pull the ingredients out of my hands.

"Seriously, Potter?! I need them."

"You said you don't need me.... Therefore you don't deserve my help."

Fucking idiot Potter.

He almost gets them from my hands.

Nope. Not on my watch.

I give them and hard tug and shove Potter away. He stumbles back and falls into his work table.

"Hey!" He yells.

He lands on the floor after knocking into the table. I smirk.

"Thank you, Potter." I started to walk away.

I was too caught up in my success to notice what was happening.

"Ow." He says.

"Mr. Potter! Harry!" I turn to look at the scene before me.

Only then do I notice that Potter's cauldron is teetering towards the edge.

"HARRY MOVE!" Neville yells.

But it's too late. It all happened to fast.

The cauldron tips over onto Potter's head, completely emptying it's contents on him.

He gasps. "Ow! Ahh!"

Everyone is staring at me now with a look of hatred.

"What? It was an accident. I-"

I was cut off by Potter's groaning in pain.

Then all of a sudden, Potter started to shrink and shrink and shrink until all that was left was a pile of clothes and a tipped-over cauldron.

There was silence. Professor Slughorn finally comes over.

"Mr. Potter?"

Nothing.

Then... We hear the crying of a baby.

Professor Slughorn quickly lifts up the cauldron, only to find a baby Harry Potter underneath it.

There was a collection of gasps around the room, including my own.

Potter is sobbing now. He's looking at all of us. He looks so scared.

The Professor quickly wraps baby Potter in his huge clothes and picks him up.

"All of you, get back to your Potions. Mr. Malfoy, you come with me."

Great.

I feel all eyes on me as I follow the Professor and baby Potter out of the classroom. Hate glares of course.

I was just relieved to get out of there. Ugh why me?

"Professor? Where are we headed?"

"The Headmistress's office." He replies, gruffly.

Oh shit.

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A/n: sorry if it sucks no time to edit still going to be rough ugh sorry.
-TDTM78