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Plan A: Potions Partners

This morning I saw Granger in the hallway and I smirked at her. She rolled her eyes at me, because she think she's special. That's not really her fault, though. I'm pretty sure anyone I smirked at would feel pretty special.

We have potions this afternoon, so I'll probably make my first move then.

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I strode up to Snape like a panther strides up to a gazelle—sleekly.

"Good morning Professor," I said. I've always liked him. He's a good friend of my father's, and he recognizes what a prick Potter is, and he greases his hair like I do. Except, I usually slick mine back. I think he puts too much gel in his, and that's why it hangs there unattractively. That or he's using the wrong stuff. I use Sleek-easy's, or something like that. I don't like reading, so I rarely read the labels of things unless they're dangerous. Anyway, I like Snape, even if he greases his hair wrong.

"Morning, Mr Malfoy," he replied. His voice is kind of creepy, but that's ok, because he's a death-eater, and those guys are all pretty creepy. Especially my dad—he's so cool.

"Professor, I was wondering," I bit my lip, faux-sheepishly, and he totally bought it (that's another reason why I like him), "When you assign partner's today, could I possibly be put with M-" I was gonna say 'Mudblood,' but I thought that would be pushing it, so instead I said- "Miss Granger?"

Snape glared at me, and I started liking him a little less. "Why?"

"Because, Professor, Crabbe keeps spilling things on me."

"You could work with Mr Goyle?"

"Him too," and then I lowered my voice, "I think the other Slytherins are jealous of me, Professor," he looked like he was gonna say something slimey, so I added, "I'm sure you of all people understand what that's like, sir."

"Yes," he said, nodding greasily, "Yes, of course."

Then he called the class to order, and I sat down at my desk. I tried to act casual, but it's hard to act relaxed when you know a mudblood is about to fall unconditionally and irrevocably in love with you.

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As soon as she started putting the newt's eye in, I knew I'd done it. I couldn't help it being so easy, I was just brilliant. You know, some people really fail to realize it (usually it's boys) but I'm really a true romantic. I just have a way with the ladies. All the ladies. Even the Gryffindor ones.

Like every time she reaches to an ingredient? I make sure I do at the same time, so we'll brush hands. She's reaching for some right now...

"Malfoy!" she hissed at me, checking me out with her glare.

"Yeah, Granger? Got a problem?" I'm kind of the baddest boy in the dungeons. I'm pretty sure she could tell.

"Yes! Yes, I do have a problem! Please, explain to me exactly why you keep adding twice as much to the potion as we need to?"

"Because," I answered smoothly, "You're a mudblood." After that she pushed the boiling cauldron over on the desk. It burnt my leg pretty badly, and she started apologizing, and treated her like a total asshole because that's what girls like.

Right now I'm in the hospital wing, and I'm pretty sure she's gonna come bursting through the doors any second to give me some clumsily-hand made apology card stained with her tears.

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Well, my first plan, apparently, didn't work. But that's because Potions aren't romantic. I forgot. I mean, if potions were romantic, then love potions would be legal, but they're not, so clearly the ministry was against me with this one.

But I have another plan.

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