Another Harry Potter drabble...

Because I have to admit that although I'm not a full fan of JKR, the story line she created did spark the imagination greatly!!

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  She silently worked on their potion, ignoring both Professor Snape's rude comments to the Gryffindors in the class, and her partner's failed crude attempts to charm her.

  "Eye of Newt," she held her hand out for the required ingredient.

  "You know, Talon, I could give you something much better than a water spider's eyes," Draco Malfoy's smile was sickening, and his attitude was really starting to get on her nerves. Ignoring him, she added a pinch of Myrrh into their cauldron with her left hand, which was out of his line of sight and, muttering a few words, pricked her finger and let one solitary drop of blood add to the mixture. Stirring in the eyeball which Malfoy had finally consented to hand to her, making sure to brush her palm with his fingertips in a way that He certainly thought was alluring, she raised her hand into the air to signal that they were finished. All the wile making strange little marks on her notes parchment.

  "Very good," came Snape's voice. "Five points to Slytherin for an early completion, five more if it performs adequately," He motioned for them to test it. Confidently, she and Malfoy dipped a ladle full into their goblets. Drinking hers first she fearlessly folded her legs up underneath herself and proceeded to float there in mid-air.

  "Very good..." Snape was interrupted by a thud that came from her right, where Malfoy, attempting the same feat, had instead fallen to the floor where he was now rubbing his very sore rear end. And, as they watched, much to the rest of the class's amusement, he seemed to be turning a rather bright shade of blue, which leaked into his hair more as a vibrant green.

"Dear me," she smirked down on him. "Allergic to something Malfoy? Or is all that your shade of embarrassment at having your pickup attempts ignored??"

  The rest of the room could not contain themselves and laughter broke out from all corners. By the look in Malfoy's eyes, she had just earned herself an enemy, but all she could do was turn one of his own trademark smirks back at him.

  "Enough!" Snape's voice cut through the mirth. "Malfoy, I suggest you see Madame Pomfrey immediately. The rest of you will clean up and proceed to the rest of your classes." They did as he told, still stifling their snickers as Malfoy tried to saunter past them. He simply looked at Malfoy's partner, still calmly floating in mid-air. She looked back at him impassively, as if bored with the whole scene.

  "Funny," he said quietly, "How such a potion should work so well for you, and yet have such adverse affects on Mr. Malfoy, don't you think?" his voice was cold and held a warning tone to it, despite the low volume used.

  "Perhaps," she replied, equally as coldly. "Perhaps he simply found something that may get the better of him." and casually waving her wand at their workspace, she disapated their potion and picked up her books. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to get to my next class."

  Snape stepped aside as she floated past him towards the door. ON her way, she passed Harry, Hermionie, Ron, and Neville...the four Gryffindors she all too often saw Malfoy's gang tormenting. Looking at them, she smiled slightly at them and continued on.


  Later on that day, it leaked out that Malfoy had indeed had some kind of reaction to something in their potion, though what exactly, Madame Pomfrey either didn't know or wouldn't admit to and that it was a malady which would simply have to go away on it's own. As it was causing him no harm, the school nurse sent him back to his classes, much like a dejected Smurf.

  The Gryffindors especially seemed to be particularly jovial for the next few days, and Fred and George Weasley were overheard to be trying to figure out what combination exactly it was that had produced Draco's miraculous color change. Talon stood and listened discretely as they passed by, still surmising.

  "Try a pinch of Myrrh," she couldn't help but suggesting to them. They looked up in surprise at first, but their eyes narrowed when they saw who had spoken. It mattered not to her. If they wanted to try it, good on them, if not, their loss....she shrugged at them and moved on.