Vince's POV
I woke up with a jolt. Looking around, I saw the fire was dead. My eyes widened, and I pulled my watch out of my jeans, which were next to my head. Funny, I don't remember falling asleep. 8:45
"Shit!" That woke Harry up. "Classes started 10 minutes ago!" Harry repeated my curse and jumped up, pulling on various clothes. I concentrated and changed his jeans and shirt into the school uniforms. I did the same to mine.
"What about our books?" I rolled my eyes at his stupid question.
"Forget them, now come on!" I pulled Harry out the doors and down the halls to our Potions class. Ugh. "We're gonna get detention anyway..." I glanced at Harry, who was shrugging it off.
"Why don't we just skip then?" Suddenly, we were both grabbed by the collar.
"Skipping my class already, Potter and Richards?" I gulped. Play it cool…
"No sir, just a late start." I recieved a death glare from Snape.
"Detention, tonight, scrubbing the classroom floors. Now get inside." He shoved us through the door. All eyes were on us. I turned red as I took my usual seat at the back of the class. As a rule, I never sat near Harry during classes. I always sat near the back, as far away from the teacher as possible.
I saw Hermione look back at me once, so I immediatly tried to listen in on her conversation with Ron. It was hard, but I realized she was asking him if I could be a bad influence on Harry.
I frowned and went back to copying the newest potion into my notes. Suddenly, a bunched up peice of paper landed on my desk. O...k? I glanced sideways, and when I saw who threw it, shoved it in my pocket. I was not in the mood to deal with Draco right now.
We finished copying, and Snape was just about to speak, when there was a knock on the door. Looking pissed, Snape stalked to the door and stepped out. We all looked at each other in confusion.
The door opened again a few seconds later and Snape walked in, looking paler than I thought possible.
"Class dismissed," was all he said. I was out the door and halfway to the commonroom when Harry caught up with me.
"What's wrong?" I didn't say anything, I couldn't. If I did, something would have come out that I would have regretted. "You can tell me, I hate when you don't talk." I sighed when we reached the fat lady's portrait. I said the password, and dropped into a chair in the darkest corner of the room. Harry grabbed another chair and sat by me. I glanced up at him before I spoke.
"Did you hear what Hermione asked Ron in class?" He shook his head. "She asked him if he thought I was a bad influence on you. What the hell! It's not like I'm pressuring you to do drugs. You know, I was always the odd-man-out in your little group, because I was the new-comer. The one who was a complete outcast with all groups. You don't know what it feels like walking in your shadow!"
I held back tears as I glared at the fire. Usually, I'm stronger than this. What is going on with me? Suddenly remembering the note from Draco, and I knew it was a note, pulled it out of my pocket.
"What's that?" Harry asked as I uncrumpled it. I shrugged and read the note to myself.