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Angelica Jeffries.
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"Weasely...Parkinson. Potter...Jeffries. Granger...Malfoy," Professor Snape droned on and on and on and on, but that's all I needed to hear. I can't believe I was paired up with the pig himself, Draco Malfoy. Once Professor Snape had finished, he ordered us to get into out pairs and to find a table.
I stayed where I was. "I can't believe I'm paired up with a filthy mudblood as you," Draco remarked, sitting down at the table I was already seated in.
"I can't believe I'm sitting next to a jerk-face such as yourself." I opened my notebook and took out a quill and a bottle of black ink.
"Now, class," Snape started. "You and your partner will be working on projects together for the remains of the year, which, basically leaves us with the whole school year. Might as well you get along now, for I will not tolerate any pitiful arguments in this class," Snape looked over at our table and smiled his cynical smile. It was like he knew something I didn't and I wasn't enjoying it. "Any questions?"
Malfoy spoke up. "Is this a mistake that I'm partnered up with this filthy mudblood?"
Snape laughed. "No, Mr. Malfoy."
"Then why'd you pair us up?"
"To make you suffer. I do, after all, enjoy seeing suffer on your disgusting faces." He smiled at Malfoy, then at me. "Just like the one on Miss Granger's face."
I rolled my eyes. 'Gee, Professor, thanks for using me as an example,' I thought. I knew everyone was looking at me. I didn't care; it was just Professor Snape's way of saying, 'I hate you,' in the kindest way possible: by making everyone stare at my face.
"Now," Snape continued, "Today and for the next month, you and your partner will work on a certain potions project. Now this project will make girls giggle and boys blush. You will create a love potion and each of you will have a drink of it, half of it for each. Sound enjoyable?"
I heard a few girls from Slytherin giggling already. It was so annoying. And from the boys, I heard sympathetic groans. A small smile appeared on my face when I saw Ron hit his head against the table. "Enjoying the view of your boyfriend from here?" Malfoy asked.
"He's not my boyfriend, Malfoy," I snapped.
"Right," he snickered. "Just like Potter isn't, am I right?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "No, Malfoy. You're wrong. Harry and Ron are my friends."
"Then why are you always hugging them and such?"
"Because that's the way I express my happiness about something. Like my grades for example." I looked at him. His eyes were fixed on mine. "What on earth are you looking at?"
"Nothing, Granger," he replied. "It's just the fact that you have feelings is an amazing thing."
"It just proves I have a heart."
"Miss Granger. Mr. Malfoy. Please stop this talk of nonsense and listen!" Professor Snape glared at us, well, at me, mostly. We both looked at him. "Thank you. Now, as I was saying, you and your partner will make a love potion and drink from it."
I noticed that Malfoy's nose had crinkled every time Professor Snape said 'you and your partner.' No surprise there.
"And you will have to control yourselves afterwards, because the potion will be strong whether or not you concoct it correctly. If you and your partner are able to do this without touching each other whatsoever, extra points to your house and no assignments until the project is over." Snape smiled his cynical smile again. I hated that smile. It shouldn't even be considered a smile, because it was more like an evil thing to do with your lips in front of a good guy, besides kissing them of course.
"But Professor!" Malfoy began to protest. "It's bad enough I already live with Granger, but now I have to drink a love potion?"
"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy. Take a breath. It should only last for two hours." He cleared his throat. "Besides, you should be able to control yourself, shouldn't you?"
Malfoy looked at me that evil way he did. "But I live with her!"
It was true. It was the whole downside of being Head Boy/Girl. We had to share a wall, a bathroom, a common room. The thought was revolting.
Snape gave him an evil glare. "No complaints, Mr. Malfoy. I don't see Miss Granger complaining, do you?" Malfoy didn't answer. "Right then," Snape smiled. "Get to work!" he commanded the whole class and it suddenly became noisy with cauldrons under flame, arguments of knowing who was right and who wasn't, and unwilling groans from the boys.
I just took my quill and started writing. I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and saw Malfoy staring at me. "What, Malfoy?"
He continued to stare then answered, "I need the ingredients."
"They're right in front of you, dimwit," I replied. I pointed to it with the end of my quill. "You studied this last year. You should know them."
"Then what are you going to do? I need someone to help me for this project, you know. I'm not planning on doing all the work and then sharing the credit with you."
"For your information," I began, completely annoyed by his last comment. "I'm going to write down everything that happens during and after the potion." "Fine." He started to mix the ingredients.
I couldn't help but correct him in something. "Malfoy, you need to put a tablespoon more of the purple mountain grass."
He glared at me then added more. "Happy now?"
"Very much so," I giggled and started to jot things down.
Twenty minutes had passed and the whole class was done creating the concoctions. I had almost fallen asleep while Malfoy was rambling on and on about how love potions were to be made correctly, causing me to fall asleep and getting three weeks detention with Malfoy. How he'd got detention before I had, I'd never know and I'd never ask.
Snape looked at the whole class with a disgusted look on his face. "Now drink half for each partner."
Malfoy's nose crinkled again when he said 'partner.' Malfoy looked at me then said, "You go first."
"Why should I?" I asked, closing my notebook. "Why don't you go first? Are you chicken?" I asked again, but then quickly added, "Never mind. I'll go first." I took the goblet and drank some of it. I pulled away and I just knew I had a look of disgust on my face. It tasted bitter, like earwax, not that I've tasted earwax...I've just tasted earwax-flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. And it was nasty!
"Drink some more. It doesn't look like half."
I looked at him but didn't say anything. I drank more. 'Gross! I'm glad it's only a project. If I ever drank this for a guy, he better be worth it!' I thought in disgust. I coughed as I handed Malfoy the goblet. "I think that's half. Enjoy."
He took it ungratefully. "You expect me to drink out of the same cup as you?"
I wasn't in the mood. I had detention and a horrible taste of earwax in my mouth. "Malfoy!"
He looked at me. "Fine, I'll drink out of the same cup." I watched as he drank with disgust. I knew it wasn't because he drank out of the same goblet as me, but he noticed the taste, too. "Disgusting!" he replied, placing it on the table.
I had a smug smile of victory on my face and I knew it. I looked into the goblet and saw more left. "You need to finish it," I replied.
He glared at me as he took the goblet and drank the rest. "Damn!" He yelled.
"Yummy, isn't it, Malfoy?" I asked.
He looked at me evilly once more then smiled. "Just yummy," he said in his most sarcastic way ever.
I wrote down a couple more sentences in my notebook as I thought, 'Malfoy is hott. Very hott.' Wait! What? I thought Malfoy was...and dare I say it, HOTT? I mentally slapped myself. It must've been the potion talking, right? It has to, cause I'd never say Malfoy was hott. "So, any side affects so far, Malfoy?" I asked. I bit my lip as I looked up and down his masculine figure. I quickly looked away when he answered.
"Nope."
I sighed. Okay, okay. So he wasn't feeling the same as I was, so what? Maybe he was but was just trying to hide it like I was...right? I stared down at my closed notebook until the end of class.
"Class!" Professor Snape yelled. The room became quiet. "Seeing as how it's only been an hour since you've drunk the potion, I believe I can trust you all in heading toward your classes without touching your classmates, am I right?"
Everyone nodded, including Malfoy and I. But deep down I was praying that I would and that he would, too, if he even had any side affects whatsoever.
"Class dismissed," Snape replied and the pupils flooded the doorway. Once out, I met up with Harry and Ron.
I decided to play with their heads a little. "Who are you guys in love with?"
Harry answered first. "Angelica Jeffries."
Then Ron answered. "Pansy Parkinson!"
Realizing they had just told me, they ran toward the boys' restroom. I laughed as I continued to walk to my next class. On my way, someone pushed my against the wall, causing me to drop my books and had pinned my hands above me head. It was Malfoy.
***
"Weasely...Parkinson. Potter...Jeffries. Granger...Malfoy," Professor Snape droned on and on and on and on, but that's all I needed to hear. I can't believe I was paired up with the pig himself, Draco Malfoy. Once Professor Snape had finished, he ordered us to get into out pairs and to find a table.
I stayed where I was. "I can't believe I'm paired up with a filthy mudblood as you," Draco remarked, sitting down at the table I was already seated in.
"I can't believe I'm sitting next to a jerk-face such as yourself." I opened my notebook and took out a quill and a bottle of black ink.
"Now, class," Snape started. "You and your partner will be working on projects together for the remains of the year, which, basically leaves us with the whole school year. Might as well you get along now, for I will not tolerate any pitiful arguments in this class," Snape looked over at our table and smiled his cynical smile. It was like he knew something I didn't and I wasn't enjoying it. "Any questions?"
Malfoy spoke up. "Is this a mistake that I'm partnered up with this filthy mudblood?"
Snape laughed. "No, Mr. Malfoy."
"Then why'd you pair us up?"
"To make you suffer. I do, after all, enjoy seeing suffer on your disgusting faces." He smiled at Malfoy, then at me. "Just like the one on Miss Granger's face."
I rolled my eyes. 'Gee, Professor, thanks for using me as an example,' I thought. I knew everyone was looking at me. I didn't care; it was just Professor Snape's way of saying, 'I hate you,' in the kindest way possible: by making everyone stare at my face.
"Now," Snape continued, "Today and for the next month, you and your partner will work on a certain potions project. Now this project will make girls giggle and boys blush. You will create a love potion and each of you will have a drink of it, half of it for each. Sound enjoyable?"
I heard a few girls from Slytherin giggling already. It was so annoying. And from the boys, I heard sympathetic groans. A small smile appeared on my face when I saw Ron hit his head against the table. "Enjoying the view of your boyfriend from here?" Malfoy asked.
"He's not my boyfriend, Malfoy," I snapped.
"Right," he snickered. "Just like Potter isn't, am I right?"
I rolled my eyes at him. "No, Malfoy. You're wrong. Harry and Ron are my friends."
"Then why are you always hugging them and such?"
"Because that's the way I express my happiness about something. Like my grades for example." I looked at him. His eyes were fixed on mine. "What on earth are you looking at?"
"Nothing, Granger," he replied. "It's just the fact that you have feelings is an amazing thing."
"It just proves I have a heart."
"Miss Granger. Mr. Malfoy. Please stop this talk of nonsense and listen!" Professor Snape glared at us, well, at me, mostly. We both looked at him. "Thank you. Now, as I was saying, you and your partner will make a love potion and drink from it."
I noticed that Malfoy's nose had crinkled every time Professor Snape said 'you and your partner.' No surprise there.
"And you will have to control yourselves afterwards, because the potion will be strong whether or not you concoct it correctly. If you and your partner are able to do this without touching each other whatsoever, extra points to your house and no assignments until the project is over." Snape smiled his cynical smile again. I hated that smile. It shouldn't even be considered a smile, because it was more like an evil thing to do with your lips in front of a good guy, besides kissing them of course.
"But Professor!" Malfoy began to protest. "It's bad enough I already live with Granger, but now I have to drink a love potion?"
"Now, now, Mr. Malfoy. Take a breath. It should only last for two hours." He cleared his throat. "Besides, you should be able to control yourself, shouldn't you?"
Malfoy looked at me that evil way he did. "But I live with her!"
It was true. It was the whole downside of being Head Boy/Girl. We had to share a wall, a bathroom, a common room. The thought was revolting.
Snape gave him an evil glare. "No complaints, Mr. Malfoy. I don't see Miss Granger complaining, do you?" Malfoy didn't answer. "Right then," Snape smiled. "Get to work!" he commanded the whole class and it suddenly became noisy with cauldrons under flame, arguments of knowing who was right and who wasn't, and unwilling groans from the boys.
I just took my quill and started writing. I felt someone staring at me. I looked up and saw Malfoy staring at me. "What, Malfoy?"
He continued to stare then answered, "I need the ingredients."
"They're right in front of you, dimwit," I replied. I pointed to it with the end of my quill. "You studied this last year. You should know them."
"Then what are you going to do? I need someone to help me for this project, you know. I'm not planning on doing all the work and then sharing the credit with you."
"For your information," I began, completely annoyed by his last comment. "I'm going to write down everything that happens during and after the potion." "Fine." He started to mix the ingredients.
I couldn't help but correct him in something. "Malfoy, you need to put a tablespoon more of the purple mountain grass."
He glared at me then added more. "Happy now?"
"Very much so," I giggled and started to jot things down.
Twenty minutes had passed and the whole class was done creating the concoctions. I had almost fallen asleep while Malfoy was rambling on and on about how love potions were to be made correctly, causing me to fall asleep and getting three weeks detention with Malfoy. How he'd got detention before I had, I'd never know and I'd never ask.
Snape looked at the whole class with a disgusted look on his face. "Now drink half for each partner."
Malfoy's nose crinkled again when he said 'partner.' Malfoy looked at me then said, "You go first."
"Why should I?" I asked, closing my notebook. "Why don't you go first? Are you chicken?" I asked again, but then quickly added, "Never mind. I'll go first." I took the goblet and drank some of it. I pulled away and I just knew I had a look of disgust on my face. It tasted bitter, like earwax, not that I've tasted earwax...I've just tasted earwax-flavored Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. And it was nasty!
"Drink some more. It doesn't look like half."
I looked at him but didn't say anything. I drank more. 'Gross! I'm glad it's only a project. If I ever drank this for a guy, he better be worth it!' I thought in disgust. I coughed as I handed Malfoy the goblet. "I think that's half. Enjoy."
He took it ungratefully. "You expect me to drink out of the same cup as you?"
I wasn't in the mood. I had detention and a horrible taste of earwax in my mouth. "Malfoy!"
He looked at me. "Fine, I'll drink out of the same cup." I watched as he drank with disgust. I knew it wasn't because he drank out of the same goblet as me, but he noticed the taste, too. "Disgusting!" he replied, placing it on the table.
I had a smug smile of victory on my face and I knew it. I looked into the goblet and saw more left. "You need to finish it," I replied.
He glared at me as he took the goblet and drank the rest. "Damn!" He yelled.
"Yummy, isn't it, Malfoy?" I asked.
He looked at me evilly once more then smiled. "Just yummy," he said in his most sarcastic way ever.
I wrote down a couple more sentences in my notebook as I thought, 'Malfoy is hott. Very hott.' Wait! What? I thought Malfoy was...and dare I say it, HOTT? I mentally slapped myself. It must've been the potion talking, right? It has to, cause I'd never say Malfoy was hott. "So, any side affects so far, Malfoy?" I asked. I bit my lip as I looked up and down his masculine figure. I quickly looked away when he answered.
"Nope."
I sighed. Okay, okay. So he wasn't feeling the same as I was, so what? Maybe he was but was just trying to hide it like I was...right? I stared down at my closed notebook until the end of class.
"Class!" Professor Snape yelled. The room became quiet. "Seeing as how it's only been an hour since you've drunk the potion, I believe I can trust you all in heading toward your classes without touching your classmates, am I right?"
Everyone nodded, including Malfoy and I. But deep down I was praying that I would and that he would, too, if he even had any side affects whatsoever.
"Class dismissed," Snape replied and the pupils flooded the doorway. Once out, I met up with Harry and Ron.
I decided to play with their heads a little. "Who are you guys in love with?"
Harry answered first. "Angelica Jeffries."
Then Ron answered. "Pansy Parkinson!"
Realizing they had just told me, they ran toward the boys' restroom. I laughed as I continued to walk to my next class. On my way, someone pushed my against the wall, causing me to drop my books and had pinned my hands above me head. It was Malfoy.