I deliberately position my phone towards Harry, so that he can see I'm watching porn. Harry blushes deeply.
"Harry, pay attention!"
Smirking, I continue to watch the scene unfold on my screen. I already know most of the content in Potions, and our teacher...
"Do you have a monopoly on voice in this classroom... Miss Granger?"
Hermione stares defiantly at Snape.
I'd like to do a ventriloquy spell. Make the moans coming out from my phone come out from Granger instead. Too bad I'm too lazy and inattentive to know a spell outside of class bounds.
Inattentive except to one thing or rather, one person.
"I hate the way Pansy looks at you... like a snake and its egg."
The low seethe in Hermione's tone cheers me up.
"I hate the way a mudblood like you thinks she can win the favor of The Boy Who Lived."
Harry's face is turning into a grimace.
"Well, it's only natural you'd try. He's got that special virginal charm..." I'm backtracking, Harry takes these comments too seriously and I don't want to lose him.
I lean back to my potion to give it a counter clockwise stir, but the wood paddle breaks off at the top as I attempt to muddle into the sludge.
"Curses."
As I raise myself off my seat, I see Terry struggling with the same problem.
"Leviosa," except he emphasizes the first syllable and the pot explodes.
Harry grabs Hermione so he can block her but in doing so, catches some of the potion in his left eye.
"AGHHHH!"
I hesitate. I think I know the spell to heal wounds from this particular potion. Yet, much better than healing him now, would be to...
I mutter something breathlessly and watch, satisfied, as the yellow jaundice around his eyes spreads within.
"Here, Harry, let me take you to the hospital wing..." I simper.
Hermione's about to say "no", so I attempt to "accidentally" step on her hand. Hermione pulls away just in time though, livid.
"You're outrageous! The lengths you'll go so you can be alone with Harry!" she accuses me.
I lean very close to her and breathe into her ear.
"Had only you the pedigree, the fame, and the susceptibility..."
I ghost past her and clutch Harry's arm. He's mine for the next three days, and I intend to make use of this time...
Meanwhile, I'll leave Hermione to water my words with her imagination. I can only imagine a thousand uses for that clever girl, some of which involve us alone, an arrangement I'm sure Harry would forever remain obstinately clueless about.