Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns everything Harry Potter. I just play with the lovely characters.
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Tuesday...
Tuesday morning was fine enough. After last night's 'outburst', most people left Blair alone. Most being the key word. Draco Malfoy, unfortunately, isn't like most people because he's a Malfoy. At least that's the reason he would give to those who questioned him. Blair spent all of breakfast ignoring the leering boy.
Then came Potions class.
Her official first day of class at Hogwarts she didn't want to make a bad impression on the Potions professor. No matter what she heard about Snape favoring his own house, she decided to be early just in case. Five minutes into class, the vacant seat next to her became occupied by her favorite Slytherin. Rather than acknowledging his existence, she listened intently to Snape.
"Today you will be making Draught of the Living Death. Seeing as how I need another vial of this potion for my cupboard, you will be partnered today. Fortunately for those of you who will manage to screw this up, you won't be drinking these. You will hand in your finished potion. I will let you know what your marks are then. Instructions are on the board."
Walking up and down the isle, he listed off his pairings for the day. "Malfoy, Phillips...Potter, Parkinson...Weasley, Goyle...Granger, Zabini..."
"Well then, you get to work with me." Draco said.
"Oh joy. I've always wanted to work with the World's Largest Ass. Listen, I'll get the fire and cauldron ready. After I get the valerian roots and sopophorous bean, you can get the bulk of the other ingredients needed. I'd rather not spend any time alone with you in a supply closet if I can avoid it."
"I'm sure you would like to curl up with Weasel instead. You seem more like his type." he sneered.
Draco could admit to himself that he thought Blair was beautiful, but he wouldn't admit it to her. She was too bitchy. Knowing they had only until the end of class to finish their potion, he went off to fetch the rest of the ingredients.
At least he's being somewhat cooperative.
After setting up the fire and cauldron, Blair reached for the knife and started slicing the sopophorous bean. Not noticing an approaching blond-haired teen as she copied down more notes from the blackboard, she went about chopping up the roots.
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I cannot believe she had me fetch these damn ingredients. It's not as if I'm that difficult to be around.
He didn't have time for this. This girl was not going to get to under his skin. The only person who annoyed him this much was Harry bloody Potter. Well if she wants to act like Potter then I'll treat her like Potter. Sneering to himself, he grabbed the proper ingredients and plotted a way to get back at the brunette.
Getting closer to their desk, Draco quickly said a Muffliato under his breath, quieting his footsteps as he snuck up behind Blair. Moving the items to hold with one arm, he reached into the pocket of his robes with the other and pulled out his new "best friend". Normally he wouldn't touch such creatures but "drastic times" called for "drastic measures". Alright, it wasn't really drastic but Slytherins do play dirty. Merlin I must be lucky today. It's almost like she doesn't have Slytherin robes since she rarely wears them. Carefully dropping the creepy little creatures down her button up, he waited for the desired effect.
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She never saw it coming. Well of course she never did. Following instructions and carefully cutting up potion ingredients takes up one's concentration. At least until that person feels a faint itch they might want to scratch. With Blair getting one of those kinds of itches, she rolls her shoulder blades a couple times and goes back to cutting. I don't see why these slices have to be so damn small. Thentheitchcameback. Argh Gods I'm itchy! Ignoring the creepy crawly feeling she had, she continued slicing the roots. Then she gets that feeling again...but in two places. Then the feeling multiplies. Merlin, don't tell me I'm getting a rash! Intense itching now really felt like crawling. Crying out from now intense discomfort, she tears her shirt off, buttons flying everywhere end up being the least of her problems.
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He didn't expect this. He knew she would scream or something. But this, this was definitely in the category of "or something". Half of the room seemed to have stopped breathing. Others blushed from embarrassment. Some of the boys were suddenly too busy ogling to pick up their jaws from the floor. Draco just didn't know whether to laugh or to gasp in shock. Or blush from embarrassment as well. Or try to stop imagining the girl in even less than what she was wearing at the moment. She just took her ruddy shirt off! A bit over the top but definitely gossip worthy, he smirked to himself.
The poor girl. Draco almost felt bad for her. Almost. At least she's still wearing a camisole.
A beige, almost see through camisole.
"AHHHHHH! Get these fucking things off me! Eww oh my GOD!!" Blair cried as she pulled off cockroaches that seemed to magically appear onto her skin. That "crawling" feeling resulted from those damned things exploring all parts of her uncovered body. Thank Merlin she was in the mood to wear something underneath. Otherwise the better half of her seventh year class would have seen her in nothing but a lacy burgundy colored bra.
Coming back from his office next door, Snape rushed back into the classroom to clean up whatever dreadful mess a student made. With no mess in sight, he refrained from loudly lecturing the class to never scream bloody murder when there is clearly nothing...wrong...
Except when you're covered from neck to torso with cockroaches. He only had a minute to take in the scene playing out before him as his face lost all color.
"Miss Phillips! What on earth are you doing?! This is a classroom, not some establishment for nudists. I don't know how you did things at your former school but we do not condone students parading around half naked!"
Whimpering, she suppressed the urge to cry in front of her peers. "Professor! I was working then all of a sudden these cockroaches were crawling all over me!"
As she slapped off a few more roaches to the floor, they appeared to double and come back with a vengeance. Perfecting that duplicating spell over the summer did have its advantages.
"Get 'em off! GET THEM OFF!" She didn't mean to yell at Snape but the cockroaches started going south...
The students didn't have a clue what to do; they couldn't decide whether to help Blair or stay frozen in place for fear of Snape lashing out his anger at them.
Wordlessly banishing the cockroaches out of sight, the Potions professor took in the mess around Draco and Blair's workstation. She managed to knock over the cauldron and desk during her panic attack. Their halfway done potion lay oozing into the crevices of the cold floor. Snape almost didn't notice a few left behind roaches swimming in the obviously debauched liquid. The girl's shirt managed to miss falling directly into the fire but it lay dangerously close enough to be singed. Blair was left standing there wrapping her arms around her chest, shielding what she could from still prying eyes. Pinching the bridge of his nose, the overly worked professor tried to reign in his anger.
"Would someone, pray tell, like to tell me what in Merlin's name this girl was doing covered in cockroaches?" he hissed through clenched teeth.
Both sides of the room were at a loss for words.
They are just students...students...incredibly ignorant students...Dumbledore would kill me for hurting any of them.
"Well?!" he snapped. "I don't have all damned day to wait for a bloody excuse! Mr. Malfoy, would you mind explaining to me what happened here?"
Only taking a second to look surprised, Draco quickly put on his mask. "I'm actually not quite sure, sir. I went off to the storeroom and when I came back she seemed fine. Then she started twitching until she...ahem, tore her shirt off. That was when I noticed the cockroaches, sir. I can't tell you where they came from.
Letting out an exasperated sigh, he refrained from smacking his godson in the back of his head.
"I assume most of you have finished your potions. Put the vials on my desk. Class dismissed."
Not wanting to stay in the dreaded classroom any longer, Blair packed up to leave. She was on her way out with the other students when she heard it. "Miss Phillips, you and Draco are to stay behind for a moment."
Shooting Blaise a sad smile, she waved goodbye as he packed. The dark skinned boy mouthed he would see her later before he closed the door behind him.
Turning around to face her accused tormentor, she clenched her fists at her sides. "You! I know you—"
"This is no time to blame Draco for the incident when you have no evidence as to prove who did it. The reason I told you to stay behind is that I want you to finish the potion this Saturday."
"Saturday, sir?" Draco piped up. He didn't want to come to class on a Saturday. It's the weekend!
"Yes, Mr. Malfoy. If it weren't for the little peep show you decided to put on today, I'm sure you two would have received full marks. However you do not have to worry about that. You will still receive yours. It is Miss Phillips that I'm referring to."
Walking briskly up to the desk, "But Professor Snape—", she began to protest.
Silently challenging the brunette, he raised a dark eyebrow. "You will do this."
"I was covered in cockroaches! You saw! You honestly don't expect me to work on that potion when he partnered us. It's absolutely not fair that I still have to do it while you get a full mark for doing nothing! And I know it was you who was behind what happened!" she said, whipping her head around to glare at Draco.
"Nonsense. I was halfway to our workstation when you went mad and started stripping."
Although she was a young woman, she couldn't help but squawk her indignation. "You low down, dirty, conniving bas—"
At this Snape stood up from his chair and leaned over his desk. "I would highly advise you not to finish that sentence. Be here at 9 am sharp or I will fail you for the assignment."
There wasn't a way out of it. Either do what he said or fail. Ugh Merlin it's just so unfair! After what he did, I still get stuck with working on that damn potion! Tightening the hold onto her bag she left the classroom without a word. She didn't have to voice her outrage to anyone. The magenta steadily creeping into the strands of her hair along with the dark scowl on her face spoke volumes.
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Poor Blair! D: A Slytherin's revenge is always a dish best served very cold.
A/N: This is gonna be a long one so bear with me. Don't be confused! Blair is a metamorphmagus but because she doesn't really have friends yet, she hasn't confided in anyone long enough to tell them about it. I had originally planned for her to be one before writing, but in the earlier chapters there didn't seem to be a proper time to mention it. There's also another condition: the rest of her body doesn't change of course, unless she wills it to. Usually her hair gets a little out of control and depending on the color you know what emotion she's feeling at the moment. Its a "she wears her heart on her sleeve" sort of thing lol. Kinda like Harry! Later on you'll begin to see how her and Harry are alike in many ways.
Love for all of my readers! Draco Malfoy and Prof. Snape voodoo dolls for those who review!