A Harry Potter Fanfic “Snape hates me,” Harry groaned as they sat in the library the next day. He dropped his head onto the table beside the parchment he was supposed to write his essay on. “He dislikes you,” Draco agreed as he flipped through his potions textbook, “a lot, but I don’t think he hates you.” “You were in potions today, weren’t you?” Weasley asked. “When he threw Harry’s entire potion out because it smelled a little funny?

A Harry Potter Fanfic Potions class was the only one shared between Gryffindor and Slytherin. Draco made sure to arrive early and sit by Harry before Weasley got the chance on the first day. I’m excited about potions," he said as he dropped into the seat. “Professor Snape is head of Slytherin house and a friend of my father’s. My father speaks highly of him.” Harry bit his lip and glanced around.

A Harry Potter Fanfic Narcissa snatched up the back of Draco’s robes as he maneuvered his cart through the crowd. She wrinkled her nose at the sight of all the muggles and wished for the millionth time there were a method of reaching Hogwarts without passing through the muggle train station. During her own years at school, the necessity of brushing shoulders with so many muggles had been merely an inconvenience and annoyance, but now, bringing her own son for his first year, the experience was positively frightening.