DEDICATED AND HELPED BY XSKYLAR MALFOYX

Unlikely Couple

I groaned this lesson couldn't get any worse. Seriously. I flipped open my Potions book and stared at the page in front of me. It isn't my fault I don't get potions. I turned round, fully bored now, and whistled at Dean. The boy had been moved away from me because apparently I distract him. Dean looked up and raised his eyebrow at me.

"You alright, what are we doing?" I mouthed and he showed me the book indicating the second question. We were not doing a practical because stupid Weasley made his cauldron boil over and the whole class was drugged with a foul smelling- to be honest I haven't got a clue what the hell the crap was. Yup so now we were copying, dumb redhead. I put my face closer to the book as though my brain would take it in if the font was bigger. I closed my eyes and then something hit me. I started and looked on my desk. It was a piece of scrunched up parchment. I flattened it and it said in black ink: 'You're gonna get screwed Finnegan' Quidditch tomorrow. I recognised the handwriting swivelling I glared at the one and only Draco Malfoy. He smirked at me and Goyle just laughed. I scrunched up the piece of paper and lobbed it back at the platinum blond. It hit him on the shoulder and rebounded of his robes. Damn it, I wanted to hit in the face to wipe that smirk off it.

"Finnegan!" I turned back and mentally hit myself. Posh boy had the teacher on his side.

"Do you mind telling me why you just threw a piece of parchment and young Mr Malfoy?" Snape drawled and I shrugged.

"'Cause he threw it at me first" I said childishly, partially knowing it wouldn't work.

"Detention Mr Finnegan" he snarled and I shoved my book, making it fall to the floor. Oh hell. The rest of the lesson was spent with me trying to do the work I could. As the bell rang I stayed in my seat while everybody else moved and jostled past me.

"Bad luck mate" Dean whispered and he smiled apologetically. He grinned but without humour. This was going to be one long lunchtime.

I wrote 'I shall not throw parchment at my fellow student as it disturbs their learning and Professor Snape's teaching, which is extremely important to my education as a budding young wizard. I will not doing this again'

TIMES ONE HUNDRED... can you believe that man?

My hand ached and I slammed down the quill. Snape wasn't even in the room he left me to do 'something important'. I put my head down on the desk and growled. My life is crap, it isn't fair.

Just to make things better, guess who walked in the dungeon.

"Having fun Finnegan" he drawled and I looked up at Draco Malfoy who was leaning against the set stones smirking like his father.

"I was actually. Then you turned up. You know how to kill the mood Malfoy" I shot back at him. Malfoy's expression turned from arrogant to mock sadness. I rolled my eyes and slumped back in my chair. Then the Potions master walked back in and did a double take to see his favourite student.

"What are you doing here Draco?" he asked, but not angrily, damn it that man's never angry at him!

"Just wishing Finnegan 'good luck' for the Quidditch game tomorrow" he drawled and he lent off the wall and raised his eyebrows in a cocky but stylish, and in an all Draco manner. I picked up my quill as he swaggered out of the dungeons, his heels echoing down the corridor.