Author's Note: Lara140112: Thank you. Please keep with the reviews, as I'm hoping my writing is improving each time you suggest something

Although I'm not truely confident with this chapter (I'm never confident with anything I write to be perfectly honest). I've had a really busy spring break, and next week school starts, so just don't expect quick updates

The made up characters of mine have fake last names just fyi


Chapter 8

Potions with Draco

An anxiety attack was coming over Harry. He and Luna worked out a system with their heads of house. Luna was going to be independent studying, something that really excited her. She was going to take all her N.E.W.T.S classes on her own (aside from Astronomy), collecting her weeks worth of assignments Monday morning.

Today was the first day Harry would have to leave Teddy.

"He'll be fine." Ginny said. "Luna's perfectly capable of watching over Teddy."

"Besides, you'll get to see him again in an hour." Hermione encouraged. They were seated at the Gryffindor table for breakfast (though Harry wasn't hungry at all), Hermione on Harry's left, Ginny on his right.

"Do you know how many things can happen in an hour!" Harry exclaimed, attracting attention. "He could fall, or a book could land on his head! Luna might not know how to change a diaper! He could ruin her school work! He could get seriously injured, or worse die!"

"You worry to much." Ginny said.

"You don't worry enough." Harry countered.

"Harry, there's not a doubt in my mind Luna will be able to handle Teddy." Hermione said.

"I hope you're right." Hermione giving Luna a compliment was a bit extreme, and Harry knew it. If Hermione says Luna's going to be alright, then Luna's going to be alright. Right?

"If you want, I can give you this sweet George invented." Ron said. "He put a Cheering Charm in some chocolate and sent it to me."

"Ron!" Hermione said, slapping her boyfriend on the arm. "Harry doesn't need fake emotions running in his veins."

"It wouldn't harm any." Ginny muttered so only Harry could hear.

"Harry, eat some toast and calm down." Hermione soothed. "I mean, what's worse? Hunting for Horcruxes or leaving Teddy for an hour?"

"Leaving Teddy." Harry said, causing the females who were listening to their conversation chorus an "Awwww". Harry blushed.

"I'm sure an hour of Potions could take your mind off of Ted and Luna." Ron encouraged.

"Luna can always come to class if there's a problem" Hermione reasoned. It was reasonable enough, right?


"For the following month, we will be working on the Polyjuice Potion." Professor Slughorn announced. Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged smiles only they would know the meaning of.

"I daresay you all know what this potion does? Professor McGonogall informed me of that incident during the Triwizard Tournment. Now, I have placed you all into pairs. Your grade depends on your teamwork and the quality of the potion you create. So, without further hesitation, let's all get started!"

To Harry's dismay, the Half-Blood Prince didn't have a book for the 7th year of Hogwarts. This did not matter, however, when it came to making Polyjuice Potion. He, Ron, and Hermione had brewed one up themselves their Second Year, and had been quite accustomed to them throughout their lives (Barty Crouch Jr.'s usage and the trio's usage during their Horcrux hunt). The only set back here would be the partner issue. There wasn't a doubt in Harry's mind that Slughorn would pair people up from different houses, and the only people he knew were the two Slytherins; Draco and Blaise. It was quite a small class, so the odds were not in his favor. Professor Slughorn passed out the paper labeled "Partners" to each desk.

Ronald Weasley and Blaise Zabini
Kelsey Rook and Courtney Kent
Hermione Granger and Seth Levish
Tyler Kurk and Anna Mead
Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy

Could this day get any better? Thought Harry.

"Well, good luck you two." Hermione said as she packed her books and left to sit with her partner. Ron did the same with a noticeable look of hatered and terror in his face. Harry took his time packing, carefully placing his books into his bag. It's not that he was scared of Draco, it was just because...well, it's Draco.

When Harry arrived at the table, Draco didn't seem to acknowledge his presence. Draco had already placed out the needed ingredients and was now skimming through the Potions textbook. Harry cleared his throat.

"Do you want to start chopping or get the cauldron ready?" Draco asked. There wasn't the slightest tone of hatered or disgust in Draco's voice, which surprised Harry. It didn't have the usual sneer, or the voice of someone arrogant.

"Harry?" Draco asked.

"What?" Harry said a little too quickly. Did he just call me Harry? He thought. He then realized he was staring at the Slytherin, who was staring back at him.

"I said, do you want to chop or get the cauldron ready?" Draco said with subtle irritation. That's more like the Malfoy I know. Harry thought. But still not his usual self.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

"I could ask you the same thing." said Draco, returning his gaze back to the textbook. "You sit down and start chopping."

Harry was always good at chopping, having to do it at the Dursley's so often. Cooking was a lot like brewing potions, which is probably why he got into the N.E.W.T.S class. Though, he never satisfied his relatives or Snape before.

"Where's your kid?" Draco asked.

"What?"

"I said, where's your kid?" Draco asked with annoyance.

"Why do you want to know?"

"Curiosity." Draco replied.

"With Luna Lovegood."

"Oh."

Oh? Harry though. Just, oh?

The two didn't talk anymore after that, leaving Harry to ponder over Draco's actions and Teddy's time with Luna. Luna hadn't ran into class, so everything must be ok. He thought. And why does Draco want to know where Teddy was? Sure the two were related, but they aren't close, and the only time they'd seen each other was at Andromeda's funeral. It was a great day weather wise for a funeral. Almost like she was smiling at how many people had showed up. Teddy was quietly sleeping in Harry's lap the whole time. It sounds horrible, but Harry didn't cry. Partly because he was physically drained of tears from all the other funerals he'd been to, but also because he didn't really know Andormeda.

In the background, Harry could here Ron and Blaise bickering in loud whispers. In all honesty, Blaise was probably worse than Draco. Draco is, or was, all talk and no fight. Blaise is no talk and all fight. Harry could only hope Ron's thick head wouldn't get him into trouble.

But hoping was futile. Ron and Blaise's cauldron bursted like the mini volcano Harry had to make in his Muggle science class before. When class ended, all Ron could talk about was how much of a git Blaise was. All Harry could think about was seeing Teddy at lunch.