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A/N: A pretty uneventful chapter, but it will get better, I promise
Friday
So. It's Friday. Potions and Defense Against the Dark Arts with the Gryffindors. With you. Damn. Ever since we split we've been acting like enemies again. As if 6th year never happened. Fine, if that's how you want it.
I step into the potions lesson 5 minutes late. Snape doesn't even look at me. I can see Potter and Weasley start muttering, no doubt about the unfairness of Snape's favoritism. Tough. And then I see you. My breath catches in my throat for a moment. You're sitting next to them. Telling them to be quiet, or something. You don't even look at me. You no longer love me, and you've forgotten about me already. Shit.
I sit in the back row, next to Blaise and Pansy. Snape's in the middle of telling the class about a project which will need to be handed in on Halloween. We are to work in pairs researching a potion that he will assign to us. He will inform us of our pairs next week. Blaise turns to me. He is sure we will be paired together. Now, though, we are to brew an invisibility potion. Snape is barking out instructions. I can see you furiously scribbling down notes. You would. I don't bother. It's not like it's hard. Anyway, Snape won't mind. We work solidly for another hour. I have my back turned to you, so I did not look at you again. Soon, our potions are finished, but we have no time to test them. As soon as you can, you leave, talking hurriedly to Potter and Weasley.
I now have Transfiguration with the Ravenclaws. Bloody bunch of know-it-alls. I'm surprised you weren't put in that house. Your sort of people, they are-not muggle borns, well, not all of them-but people who always get good grades, get on with the teachers, need I say more? The rest of the lessons pass quickly, and soon lunch is over and I am headed towards the 2nd lesson of the day with the Gryffindors- Defense Against the Dark Arts. We have a new teacher, as usual, a Professor Lakeland. He seems…interesting. He insists we sit in alphabetical order. Crap. Since there is no one whose sur-name begins in either N or O, I have to sit next to Potter. On his other side Pansy sits. A Gryffindor sat between two Slytherins. How…pleasant for him. Blaise is next to the Weasel. You're next to Finnigan. I only know because your name is next to his in the register. I try to avoid looking at you, but my eyes are always drawn back to you, as if by force. The more I look at you, the more confused I feel. Memories of loving you, kissing you, talking to you flood my mind, and of why I changed sides-for you. And then conflicting memories of hating you up to 5th year, of all the harsh things we've said, and of you and Tim Halling, together.
Lakeland is telling us about a number of illegal curses. For the 2nd time today I find myself not paying attention. I know all of these curses, how to block them and how to cast them. My father taught me all of them in preparation to become a deatheater. Potter is listening to the effects of the curses with an expression of horror and disgust on his face. I snigger silently to myself. What would he say if he knew I knew how to perform all of these curses?… He'd probably go running to tell you and the weasel. That, Potter would say, proved that I was a deatheater. Stupid bastard. And you would believe him, simply because you don't know better. As far as you know, I am a deatheater. You all think that, except the Slytherins, who aren't going to say anything. Should be a shock for you next year.
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