I briskly walked through the corridor. I cannot BELIEVE I am a sixth year and still doing this kind of bloody thing. I mean, honestly, why couldn't anything be done without me? I understand I'm a prefect and all, but come ON. Couldn't I go just one day without having to be called for something?
As I reared to a stop at the doors, I took a short, quick breath. I was fuming, so I had to compose myself.
Plastering a very fake, very forced grin, I entered the classroom. "You wished to see me, Professor?"
Professor Dawson turned around. "Ah, Rose, yes. I'm glad you finally came to join us." He smirked and gave me an arrogant glare. I inwardly snorted. "It's surprising a Gryffindor prefect would be late for a meeting, when a Slytherin prefect came fifteen minutes early!" He laughed evilly. Well, it might have not been evil, but it sure gave me the chills. And besides, I wasn't even late! I arrived just on time. A quarter to seven!
Professor Dawson was a tall, young man with curly brown locks and a wide jaw. He had light hazel eyes and had a fairly built body. To the female population of Hogwarts, he was the new "hot" teacher, which every time I heard, I gagged a little. He was also the new Potions master, as well as the new Head of Slytherin, since Slughorn retired officially last year. And finally, he was the biggest wanker I've ever met. Well, the second biggest.
"Yeah, Weasel. We missed you, terribly," scoffed the blonde boy in the room.
"I'm sure you did," I replied sweetly, my voice dripping with sarcasm, as I walked into the classroom, finding a chair adjacent to Wanker One and Wanker Two. THAT GUY was the biggest wanker I ever met!
"When hell freezes over," sneered Wanker One. After five years of agitation, I learned to simply ignore this pathetic boy. I smiled back and turned away. I heard him scowl. I smiled again.
"Well, now, I'm sure you two are on the edge of your seats for why I have called you two!" Wanker Two- I mean, Professor Dawson, exclaimed. Wanker One had his legs propped on the desk before him and both of his hands folded behind his head. I had my legs crossed and my arms crossed. Both of us also had a look of sheer boredom and annoyance at why we were there in the first place. Yes, Wanker Two, we're simply ecstatic we're wasting our time on a perfect Saturday morning when we could both be sleeping.
"As my top NEWTs students for Potions," I raised my eyebrows. Obviously I was the top student in that class, but since when was Malfoy also a top student? All he did was sleep, doodle, annoy me, and sleep some more in that class. Sure he did all his potions perfectly and all his homework, but he never paid any attention in class! He probably cheats off of Albus. "I want you two to go on a- let's say- a little mission for me."
I raised my eyebrows ever farther. I glanced over at Wanker One, and he had a lazy look on his face as if this was not exciting in the least. I gave him a dirty look and his eyes looked over at me. He smirked as if he caught me staring at him. I sneered. He gave another crooked grin. SO ARROGANT!
I huffed and turned my attention back to Wanker Two- I mean, Professor Dawson.
"Are you two done?" questioned Professor Dawson. He looked very impatient. I nodded, and Malfoy just yawned.
"Alright then. This mission is very classified, so-" Professor Dawson brought out a piece of parchment paper and a strange, red quill. "Sign this is you vow not to tell a soul." I inwardly gasped. This was serious! I contemplated the options. Should I sign it and not have any idea what I'm supposed to do, or should I chicken out and go on for the rest of Hogwarts wondering what could have been? I hesitantly glanced over at Malfoy and saw that he already gotten up from his lounging position and signed the parchment. The quill gave off some blue sparks, but nothing else quite special. Professor Dawson beamed at him, and I scoffed at them. Dawson looked like a bloody fan girl every time Malfoy did something. Malfoy turned around and raised an eyebrow.
"What Weasel? Too scared?" he asked in a "superior" tone. "Should have expected it…"
I glared at him. He really knew how to piss me off. Out of rage, I stood up and walked vigorously to the parchment. Malfoy's name was written surprisingly neat and formal. I didn't know he knew how to write in script. I took the red quill lying beside the parchment and hastily wrote my name. I was a little upset that his name looked far better than mine. He did have a unique name. I giggled though. Who name's their child Scorpius?
"Something funny?" asked Professor Dawson, his eyebrows raised.
"No, Professor."
"Good, well then. Now that I have your consent, here's the mission," he said. He waved his wand, and the doors shut and the curtains were drawn to all the windows.
"You two have obviously heard of the recent events occurring in the wizarding world. There has been an explosion, an outbreak, an epidemic," stated Dawson in a somber tone.
Malfoy scoffed. I glared at him. How could he ignore these recent events? Sure, Dawson was making it a little dramatic, but it still was a serious issue! Dad and Mum are getting worried too…
Dawson smirked, "This topic amuses you, Scorpius?"
Malfoy grinned back, "Yeah, it does. This 'epidemic' is nothing but propaganda. I mean, do you honestly expect me to believe there has been an uproar of love?"
