You Must Be A Weasley

Ruby Weasley, twin of Ronald Weasley, has always been the odd one out of the family. It bothers her, making her frustrated. She wonders why though, why her? Out of everyone in her family, why her? For most of her life she's been asking questions, questions that no one could answer. Until she enters Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry where she meets the infamous Draco Malfoy. Will they be enemies like everyone else in the family? Or will they actually get along?

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5. THE POTION MASTER ( YEAR ONE )

It was finally Friday, the day Ruby had been waiting for because it was Potions with Gryffindors and then flying class. She was very excited for Potions class, deep down she felt like she will enjoy this class. Potions was taught by Professor Snape, the head of Slytherin house. She heard that he always favored the Slytherin house, so maybe he will go easy on her. For the past few days, Ruby had been avoiding Ron and had been with Draco. It was surprising that they were getting along, it was surprising for everyone. They just get along very easily. Flying class will definitely be fun for Ruby; she loved to fly on brooms. A couple of students told her that the tryouts for the Slytherin team were tomorrow, so she had been begging Marcus Flint to let her tryout. He kept saying no, and his only excuse was that she was only a first year and that she was too short, which she found very unreasonable.

It was safe to say that Ron regretted avoiding Ruby, he missed her. He hated not having her always beside him. Like Fred and George, they used to be together all the time. He would've said sorry to her but he was being very stubborn about it. Deep down, he wanted to prove that he can survive without her. Harry had been trying to convince Ron that he should talk to Ruby but he kept changing the subject or denying it. Hermione had also been doing the same thing to Ruby; she believed Ruby should talk to Ron. But, like Ron, Ruby was stubborn to approach Ron. Her excuse was that it was Ron's fault and if he was really sorry, he would come to her and not the other way around.

It was Potions class and Ruby was sitting between Blaise and Pansy. Everyone was chattering, but it became silent when the door slammed open when Professor Snape rushed into the classroom. "There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to enjoy the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death." Snape paused, scanning the class. Obviously, everyone was paying attention and was very intrigued, except for Harry, who was taking notes on what Snape said, but Snape did not see it like that. "Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not...pay...attention."

Everyone turned to Harry who was still unaware until Hermione nudged his side. He looked up at Snape. "Mr. Potter. Our...new...celebrity. Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Harry shrugged, not knowing the answer, but, both Hermione's and Ruby's hands shot up. Ruby knew the answer because she read her Potion textbook before school started. Only Potions, not any other subject, because, for some reason, Potions was the only subject she seemed to be very interested in.

"You don't know? Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked again.

The same result like last time. Ruby and Hermione knew while Harry does not. "I don't know sir," Harry responded.

"And what is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?"

"I don't know sir."

"Pity. Clearly, fame isn't everything, is it, Mr. Potter?"

"Clearly, Hermione and Ruby knows. It would be a pity not to ask them." Harry snapped, causing a giggle fit.

Obviously, Snape was not pleased with Harry's remark. "Quiet!" He said and then there was silent again. He glared at Harry, before looking at Hermione and Ruby who still had their hands up. "Put your hands down, you silly girls!" Ruby and Hermione sheepishly put down their hands. Snape glared over at Harry, "for your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful, it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for Monkshood and Wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." There was complete silence, no one dared to move. "Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" Snape turned to the class. Everyone quickly opened their notebooks and their inkwells, and then began to write down what Professor Snape had said. "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor house for your cheek, Potter."

Ruby soon felt bad for Harry, he didn't do anything wrong, which somehow caused Gryffindor to lose a point.

Professor Snape put everyone into pairs; Ruby was paired up with Draco. He then set them up to mix a potion to cure boils. Draco gathered the ingredients while Ruby read over the directions for the potion. It sounded very simple to create. Draco came back with the ingredients in his hands. "The potion is in two parts, so maybe I should do the first part and you do the other part, alright?" Ruby said, placing the opened book between them.

Draco nodded, "alright, just try not to fail us." He told her in a joking manner.

She playfully glared at him, "shouldn't I say that to you? Besides, the potion is very easy to make, it's not like Polyjuice." Ruby said to him. "Now, read me the directions."

Draco looked at the book, "add six snake fangs into mortar, crushed in fine powder, and then add four measures of the crushed fangs into cauldron." He read.

Ruby pulled her hair into a ponytail and did what Draco read. She crushed the fangs and put it in the cauldron. Easy as pie, Ruby thought in her mind. It was obvious that she was being very overconfident about making the potion.

"Heat the mixture to 250 for ten sec-" Draco was suddenly cut off by an explosion behind them; they looked and saw Crabbe's and Goyle's potion exploded.

Ruby gave a small giggle and turned back to their potion. "Heat to 250 for ten seconds," Ruby finished what Draco said, while doing it. After ten seconds, she turned the heat down, waved her wand at it, "now, we leave it to brew for 45 minutes." Ruby said, remembering the directions. This somehow amazed Draco.

"How did you remember that?"

"I might have read the book several times..." Ruby muttered, but Draco heard.

"Wow, you have no idea how grateful I am to have you as my partner. Luckily I didn't end up with Crabbe or Goyle."

"Yes, because that would be tragic." Ruby sarcastically said. "Although, it would be funny to see you being covered with boils like Neville over there," she pointed at Neville who was exiting the classroom, covered with boils from head to toes. Draco burst out laughing when he saw Neville, Ruby smiled a bit. She actually felt bad for Neville.

When forty-five minutes was over, Ruby and Draco switched places. Ruby read the directions and Draco followed them. By the end of the class, they end up being the only pair to make their potion perfect. Professor Snape gave them each a vial of the potion and told the class how perfect their potion was. Everyone clapped; well, mostly the Slytherins. Ruby scanned the classroom, stopping when she saw Ron's face. Ron was glaring at Draco with an emotion Ruby could read.

Envious.

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