Hey guys! I'm so mad at myself because I have all these ideas that I really want to write and I think they would turn into a good story but then when it comes to the moment of writing I just can't, nothing comes out, not even a little piece of inspiration. It's just sad. Anyway, let's see how this goes. I hope you enjoy.
I don't own the 100 or Harry Potter.
Any mistakes are mine because I don't have a beta.
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Facing a quiet and stunningly old library, Clarke made her way to one of the tables that was actually available. O.W.L's were coming up and she couldn't waste time in partying or exploring when she had tons and tons of things to study. Her favorite part was the healing spells because deep down in her bones she felt she had been born to be a healer and she would make damn sure she would become one. Everyone that entered the rusty library could see one Clarke really focused on what was she learning, with her blonde wavy hair strands falling down her face. It was quite a strangely pretty sight to admire. If they didn't know better through her green and silver robes, everyone would have thought that she was just another annoyingly hard-studying girl from Ravenclaw. In all of her honesty, Clarke would get so furious when people held that concept against her because she was a Slytherin and she was sure as hell proud of it. The mentality of all the Slytherins were bad and cruel people awakened a fury inside of her. There had been so many great wizards and witches in the history of Slytherin, which being the most famous, Severus Snape, one of the bravest men in the wizarding world that loved with all of his heart even if that meant he had to let Lily go.
Clarke was currently too focus on learning how to do the Episkey spell that she didn't notice a tall shadow that stood behind her. Just like a quiet whisper, she stopped dead in her tracks and listened an "always studying, the princess. That must be why she's such a bore"
Slightly turning her head, she encountered Bellamy Blake, the asshole, like she loved to call him. One thing Clarke couldn't understand was the shiver that went down her spine and the goose bumps she got by Bellamy's careful whisper in her ear. "Get yourself together, Griffin."
The blonde Slytherin gathered herself and answered with that usual and familiar sarcasm and sassiness that was exclusive to the older Blake.
"Well, I prefer to be a bore than failing all my classes. You see, I've actually got goals in life to achieve."
With a smirk expressed in his face, he got closer to her and murmured "And who says I don't?"
"You tell me" Clarke replied fiercely, with evident confidence in her body.
"You know how badly I want to be an Auror. I'm not joking around. But I know how to study and also have fun."
She raised an eyebrow and answered in a mocking tone "Oh really? Studying? You? Is that a thing?"
"Well, if you could take those blue eyes of yours off of the books, you would be able to observe what's around you. Like for example, you're not the only one studying here."
"Again, I have to focus and not distract myself. I want to do something in this world."
"Then, have some fun for once."
Being at her breaking point of annoyance, Clarke glared at him and replied furiously "ugh just go annoy your sister because she's the only one who can put up with you and let me study."
"Not true. Everyone loves me at this school and you know it."
With a cynic smile and a fake fondness, she returned to the conversation "Now there's the Bellamy I know and hate, that cocky arrogant bastard."
He laughed at her remark and kept going "Oh, I see. You're just so lovely to me all the time. Maybe that's just jealousy. You hate how many good grades I take while having the fun I have all the time."
"Shut up. How could I even be jealous of you? Have you looked at yourself?"
"I actually have, I'm just the best, I can't help it princess."
"Ugh stop calling me that."
"Why princess? Does it bother you?"
"Yes, a lot. And you know that."
"Yes I know and that's why it's so much fun to keep calling you that. Besides, it suits you."
"Excuse you?"
Ignoring her offended face, he looked to the stack of books in front of her and picked the History of Magic copy up. "You're excused. Anyway, studying History of Magic, are we?"
"I was going to start doing that before you showed up to annoy me. How would my day go without you Blake? Oh I know, so much fucking better."
"Now princess, don't swear, that doesn't look good on you."
"Well, it's your fault then. If you don't like it, then shut up and lets us all go back to our inferior lives when comparing to yours." Bellamy had grown quite fond of that typical sarcasm of Clarke, even if he wouldn't admit it out loud.
"Oh but what's the fun in that?"
"Oh I see, because you're the king of fun, aren't you?"
"You know it, princess." Taking a small pause, he snooped around through the book to see what she was currently learning about. "Studying the Goblin rebellions? This is easy."
Clarke admitted a small defeat and lowered her head like she was ashamed of what she was going to say next. "Actually no. I struggle so much with it. It's just so boring, I mean, I should be learning more important stuff than dead events in the magic's history."
Bellamy put his hand over his chest in fake offense and replied with shock in his voice "How could you? History of Magic is one of the best, if not the best, subjects we have. It's just so interesting. Don't you want to know where we came from? What events happened that made us be where we are today?"
"I mean, I guess so. But it's just so boring ugh" The blonde one extended the "boring" to imply how much she hated it and how many headaches it was giving her. "The summary of all of this is just that the Goblin riots of the eighteen century were really aggravated by the wand legislation, that forbid Goblins from using wands and Griphook had a really huge say in this. From that on, it's just easier to understand."
"Deep down, you're such a history nerd, it's cute. But thanks, really, I mean it."
"So, you find me cute, eh?"
Trying to hide her blush and profound embarrassment, she said "Shut up. You're just annoying. I find your love for history cute, not you."
With that famous smirk of his, he got closer once again and whispered a "same thing princess."
Pushing him aside with all the strength she had, she whispered at the same time "Get out of here and let me study."
Bellamy laughed at her irritated face and quickly started to make his way out of there but before he could do that, he turned around and remarked "It's so easy to mess around with your head, princess. Keep up with that hard studying."
Later that evening, Clarke met with Octavia in the Slytherin table for dinner.
"What's up?" Octavia said with a chilled tone in her voice.
"Oh nothing much. Just your annoying brother infuriating me as usual while I was studying."
Passing by at that exact moment, Jasper couldn't resist and sat down next to the girls, while his yellow robes were highlighted between the green and silver ones.
"Please Clarke, drop the act. I bet 2 galleons that you two are ending up together or just fucking each other."
Shocked by his comment, Clarke quickly answered with an angry tone that everyone was afraid of "It's official, you just went mad, Jasper. Never in a million years is that going to happen."
"Whatever you say, Clarke. We'll just have to wait and see, won't we?" Winking at the two slytherin girls that couldn't be more different from each other, Jasper stepped away and returned to the table of his beloved house of Hufflepuff.
Clarke let out a huge groan and turned to face Octavia.
"How am I even friends with Jasper? Tell me. That boy's crazy."
"I don't know, Clarke. Just be careful with Bellamy. I love him to pieces but he's reckless when it comes to girls." Octavia replied with a concerned look that you could see from miles away.
"Are you all crazy? Bellamy is just a huge pain in my ass and I hate him. I have more things to worry about."
"Good."
The conversation ended there like a snow storm that was about to hit and everyone went silent and hid themselves.
On the Hufflepuff table, Jasper noticed that Miller wasn't there and wondered where he could be. But that worrying quickly disappeared as soon as all this delicious food appeared in front of him.
What he didn't know was that Miller was currently in the boys' bathroom that always looked like a ghost town, fooling around with Monty. Yes, that Monty from Ravenclaw, year 4, two years younger than him.
No one knew about it except for Clarke. She understood them, what was like to hide something that was a part of them, that defined them. If people knew, it would be the scandal of that year at Hogwarts and both boys weren't ready for that. Two boys, one from Ravenclaw and another from Hufflepuff, that came together that day when Monty decided to stop being a coward and just go with it and be all "hell with it." He had Clarke to thank that for. That being said, Monty cornered him in a dead area of the library and admitted his feelings for Miller, which surprisingly but not so surprising for Clarke, he reciprocated those feelings. There was their first kiss and one of the many that were about to come. Not even his best friend Jasper knew and he really did feel bad for that but he couldn't bring himself to tell people. The thing he and Miller had was so good and he just wanted to keep it that way, to keep kissing those lips that he desired so much and to keep touching that glowing skin of his that drove him crazy.
Life was good. It was one more year at Hogwarts, the school that gave that sense of "home" and belonging to many students. And which Clarke and Monty wished for it to just stay like that. But life usually doesn't stay that good, does it?
So, here's one more chapter. It's 5am hahaha my sleeping schedule is more messed up than my life. Hope you liked it. Please drop and leave a review and come cry with me about Bellarke.
Love, Brooke.