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The Defense Against the Dark Arts class was in progress, and as usual, there was nothing practical but theoretical. They were all bored writing on parchments, answering some questions in the useless textbook that Umbridge had given them.

"Well, it's time to go; for the next class, I want five parchments essay about the inferus; otherwise, there will be punishment," the class was annoyed by the homework. "Too bad there will be a Quidditch match tomorrow, and they will be doing homework because my class will be the day after tomorrow," she mocked.

"Impossible, the first match against Gryffindor and Slytherin is in November, and it's only September," Harry replied with an incredulous face.

"As the supreme inquisitor, I had it moved to tomorrow. I want to evaluate if Madame Hooch has taught you sporting discipline," she let out her shrill laugh, annoying the whole class.

"Bloody hell," Y/N whispered.

"We haven't practiced," Draco whispered. "The tryouts were just days ago for everyone," he shook his head in frustration.

"Let's try to do this stupid homework today, and we'll see what we can do for tomorrow's game," Y/N said in a low tone.

Umbridge dismissed the class leaving them frustrated, and everyone went into the library instead of going to lunch. They were not going to miss the Quidditch match and much less when it was Slytherin against Gryffindor, where nerves and emotions were mixed because of the great rivalry between these two houses. Madame Pince was surprised because the library was full, she wasn't expecting many students.

"We are not the only ones with Defense Against the Dark Arts homework," Blaise looked at the other grades doing homework.

Two hours had passed; Crabbe and Goyle were looking at the books without understanding anything, Draco barely had something, Pansy was fixing her hair but had done two pages, Blaise already had three scrolls, and Y/N had four done.

"How?" asked Draco looking at Y/N and Blaise.

"What?" He asked with confusion.

"Doing homework with ease, you two almost done," said Draco.

"It's not our fault we have more brain than you, Ferret," Blaise scoffed.

"At this point, you're looking like Granger," he mentioned her with no lack of disgust on his face.

"Hey, calm down. There are limits," said Blaise while Y/N shook his head.

Draco began to look around the library until he smiled sideways. He grabbed a piece of parchment, rolled it into a ball, and threw it at the golden trio with their friends; they started looking for who had thrown the ball, and Draco got a little closer.

"Potter... Potter!" He called out in a low tone since they were in the library, and Harry turned to look at him as did the whole table.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" asked the boy with the round glasses.

"Could you ask your dirty-blood friend if she can make me four scrolls? I promise not to bother her for a week," Malfoy scoffed, and the group started laughing.

"Why doesn't your father make it for you? Oh, right, he's in Azkaban," he countered, and the Gryffindor table laughed; Kieran, Nick and Sam high-five each other, except for Hermione, who was doing her work.

"Son of a..." he whispered to himself but didn't let himself be insulted. "At least I have mine; yours are dead," the Slytherin table began to say "uhh" in unison, Draco high-fived Blaise.

"Well, at least I know mine loved me," he countered again, and Draco's smile faded, causing him to get up towards the Gryffindors table; Y/N got up to stop him; this was no time for trouble.

"Let go of me Y/N! I'll blow his face off!" He forced, and Blaise also got up to stop Draco.

"Now is not the time, Malfoy! We'll take care of them tomorrow," Y/N said and took Draco back to the table.

"Tomorrow, I'll make sure he gets blown up with his broom," Draco snorted, fixing his tie.

After Draco continued to speak badly about the golden trio, Y/N had finished his homework.

"I'll see you in potions, try to finish so we can plan for the quidditch thing," he closed his book and put his parchments away.

Y/N got up and took his backpack, and slung it on his back. He left the library to walk down the stairs to go to the dungeons, where the potions classroom was. As he entered, he could see that there was only a slightly older man looking at the potions that were in the cauldron. At that moment, he heard the footsteps of Y/N. He turned and saw him; he smiled.

"Oh, to what do I owe the honor?"

"Y/N L/N, professor," he introduced himself, "I know I have missed your class, but I tell you I am responsable, and I will try to keep up with all the lessons," he excused himself.

"Y/N L/N? But what a great honor to have you in my class; your mother was very good at potions along with Lily Potter," he mentions smiling. "I faithfully believe you will be just like her, and don't worry, we were just discussing antidotes for poisons, nothing more," he smiled at him, and Y/N could see how he put his hands on his swollen belly.

"Thank you, sir," he smiled as he listened to her mother's compliments.

"I would like to invite you to be part of my Slug Club Club, we will soon have a dinner, and I would love you to be part of it; I see that you have potential," mentioned the professor with much eagerness and excitement.

"It would be an honor to be part of your club, professor...

"Slughorn, Horace Slughorn. Now head of Slytherin house," he smiled.

"In that case, it would be an honor to join your club, Professor Slughorn." he smiled without showing his teeth.

"Oh, Miss Granger, the top of my class," Slughorn smiled as he saw the brunette enter the classroom.

"When not..." Y/N murmured with irony.

"Good afternoon, Professor Slughorn," she smiled and sat down at her desk.

The others began to enter the classroom; Y/N looked around for his small group to sit with them.

"Did they finish their homework?" He asked.

"Draco just barely, as well as Pansy, while Crabbe and Goyle, you know they haven't," whispered Blaise. "Another thing, did Slughorn invite you to his Slug club?" He asked.

"He did now when I came in. Will you please inform me?" Y/N drop his rucksack.

"It's a club for Slughorn's favorites; he mostly chose people who have prestigious relatives but also people he thinks to have potential. It's a great benefit to be there, you know," Blaise reported.

"Who's in?" he asked.

"From our group, you, Carla, and I. The Carrow sister twins, Longbottom, Ginny Weasley, Potter, McLaggen, Bobbin, Belby, and of course Granger," he informed, and Y/N nodded, little by little, their little group of friends was settling at the same table.

"Good afternoon, I get informed that tomorrow there is a quidditch match, so I will not give you homework, but today we will do something fun and different," Slughorn began the class and had a smile on his face. "Today, we will make a potion, but first... Who can tell me the potion that causes hiccups?" He asked, and only one hand was raised, and it was Hermione's hand.

"Miss Granger," he looked at her.

"It is the Hiccoughing Solution, the person who drinks it will get hiccups, and it can also cause diarrhea," she answered.

"I proclaim a glass of fire whiskey for every time Granger raises her hand in class," whispered Blaise mockingly.

"All the whiskey will be gone," Y/N scoffed.

The small group chuckled as Slughorn said a few highlights of said potion.

"That's what we'll be doing today, but it will be in pairs; that's the fun of today's class," he laughed and, everyone quickly looked for a partner. "Oh, no no I already have your partners, and when there is group work, that would be your partner for the whole course," everyone broke up, snorting and groaning.

Slughorn began to arrange the pairs, and actually, there was some discussion about the professor's decision. Malfoy was placed with Harry, they almost got into a fight, and Malfoy almost threw a cauldron at him like a Mexican novel. Blaise was with Ron, Pansy with Neville, Crabbe with Lavender, Goyle with Padma, and so the professor went on, arranging couples who couldn't stand each other.

"Lastly, Granger with L/N," everyone began to murmur for self-evident reasons. They go to a table along with some of their classmates. "You'd better take that table alone; I think you'd be uncomfortable at that table," they moved all their things on that big table. "Well, start that Hiccoughing Solution; you have the hour of the class to make it... now begin.

They all started to look for the correct page of the simple potion in their books; Hermione skillfully found the right page.

"I found it. It's on page 28," she informed, and Y/N nodded, looking for the page.

"Let's do the job..." she spoke, and Y/N just looked at her with a severe look.

"I didn't say anything, Granger, and concentrate," he rolled his eyes and looked at the instructions.

He was accomplishing his promise to treat her in the same way he always used to it. "Okay, if you want, go get the ingredients while I light the cauldron," Hermione nodded and was partly glad that Y/N didn't tell her how to do her job.

She looked at the book, preparing all the ingredients while Y/N lit the cauldron using the spell Incendio and then used Aguamenti to fill the cauldron with water. A spell was learned thanks to the Charms class a few days ago. He adjusted the temperature to a low of 25 centigrade.

"Ready, the water is now at the correct temperature," he said, and Hermione looked at the cauldron to make sure it was right and then proceeded to the next step.

At that moment, the class could hear Draco and Harry arguing, insulting each other. Everyone was a bit distracted by the argument and paying more attention to them than to the potion. As usual, Seamus spilled an ingredient causing a mini-explosion, his face ended up black, and Dean couldn't help but mock his partner.

Y/N and Hermione were concentrating on their potion. They both worked without saying things to each other; if anyone observes them would say that the chemistry they possessed was unusual. She prepared the ingredients while he took care of the cauldron, and when Y/N needed to check the recipe, Hermione watched over the potion process. If the potion needed to be stirred, she would immediately do it, while Y/N would take her place by taking care of the ingredients.

After stirring for several minutes, the potion became as the instructions indicated. Professor Slughorn went to his table to see the result of their potion.

"Merlin's beard! It's perfect!" Slughorn declared excitedly.

They all looked at the scene and were frustrated because the pair had scored an Extraordinary.

"30 points for Gryffindor and Slytherin," Slughorn applauded, and the others had praised as well.

"Good job," Hermione praised while as she put her things away.

"Likewise," he nodded without looking at her, without any expression on his face.

"I know I said there wouldn't work, but by next week we will be working with the Elixir to induce Euphoria. Go study it along with your partner." Professor Slughorn announced.

"I imagine you'll be busy because of the quidditch game tomorrow, so I'll get the notes on the elixir to you so you won't be lost." Hermione grabbed her things to leave, but before, she turned around. "Good luck L/N, I know you'll be able to manage to create some plays for tomorrow." she smiled sideways and walked away.

Y/N watched as she left the classroom and inadvertently smiled sideways at the brunette's words. Draco and Blaise approached him.

"Before we discuss quidditch," Blaise said, "How did it feel to work with Granger?" he teased.

"You should take a shower, Y/N." Draco scoffed. "Having to put up with that filthy blood for a whole year."

"To answer your question, I got an Outstanding unlike you, so without further ado, this is important," he replied, trying to change the subject.

Quidditch was important, and unfortunately, they had to improvise because of the toad face.

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Heyoooooo! Another chapter finally!

I'm so sorry for the delay I was getting problems with my writing program. Feel free to correct the grammar and be prepare for the next chapter, it will be the quidditch game.

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