OMG I've really got to start editing this more thoroughly. So i've reposted this yet again
Before I say anything, I want to give a big thanks to the Harry Potter Lexicon. We should all bow down and worship this all-powerful website. I'm really sorry about not updating that often. I've been battling a severe case of writer's block since September. Now that i'm on winter break things are starting to look up, so i'm gonna try to write as much as possible. This chapter is just to introduce a new love interest for our scorned Lydia. I like him a lot, i hope you do too.
Potions class, as always, was a dark and chilly affair. The only people in the entire school who actually got some enjoyment out of it were the Slytherins, two or three Ravenclaws, and, of course, the Potions Professor himself. Professor Killicks was a very tall, very thin man in his mid-fifties. Because most of his time was spent indoors concocting who-knows-what, his complexion was rather pale and sickly. It almost matched his snow white mane of hair and snazzy mustache. His attitude left much to be desired. Like all Potions teachers he favored the Slytherins and was their Head of House. He was moody, bad-tempered, conceited, and yet extremely quick witted. To put it simply, he was a pompous ass.
"Today, I shall be assigning you all partners for your new assignment," he addressed the room of Slytherins and Gryffindors, "I will begin reading the list in alphabetical order." The class shifted in their seats. As all students know, being assigned partners can be very scary.
"Black and Snape."
"Oh no, Not Snivellus!"
"Evans and Potter." Lilly ground her teeth while James beamed across the room at her.
"Fitzwilliam and Watson." Lydia (Watson) turned around and looked at her new partner. Christopher Fitzwilliam was a new Seventh Year, and had just transferred from The Salem Witches' Institute in America. She couldn't quite make him out in the dimness of the dungeon, so all she knew was that he was tall.
Professor Killicks read through the rest of the names. Remus and Lauren were paired up and Peter was with a Slytherin boy. "Now," Killicks's cold voice echoed throughout the dungeon, "For your assignment." He looked each student in the eye. An extremely unnerving habit. "You and your partner will be required to research a potion that I will give you, and then write out a scenario in which one would use the potion and its antidote. You will be given three weeks for this assignment. This, I think, is an ample amount of time as all work will be done outside of class."
Lydia groaned inwardly. Now she would have to do this assignment, in addition to her other class work, and work on the Seventh Year Ball.
Lilly sensed her discomfort. "Don't worry Liddie, you'll find a way to do it all. You always do." Lydia managed a feeble smile before turning attention back to Professor Killicks.
After Potions was over, everyone began to head back to their Houses to get ready for dinner. "I hate having Potions last," Lilly commented, "It always leaves me in a foul mood for the rest of the evening."
Lydia laughed, "At least we don't have Professor Binns. You'd be too tired to even go to dinner."
They were a few feet down the corridor when she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and jerked her back. The snide comment she wasabout to give whoever was behind her died in her throat when she found herself staring into a pair of the bluest eyes she had ever seen. "Lydia Watson?" The voice was low, smooth, and unmistakably male. It sent shivers down her spine. The hand on her shoulder pushed her back a little bit so that she could she who the blue eyes and sexy voice belonged to. On the same face as the eyes were high cheekbones, a perfect nose, and a strong, firm mouth (think Trent Ford from How to Deal). Her own started to water. One chocolate brown eyebrow, matching the hair that fell into his eyes, rose at her embarrassed silence.
"Oh," her faced turned the same color as her Gryffindor scarf, "I'm Lydia Watson. And you are…?"
He smirked, not a bit fooled by her attempt to save her dignity. "I'm Chris Fitzwilliam, your new partner.
The English accent threw her off, "But, you're supposed to be from America?"
His smirk traveled up to his eyes and turned into a knowing smile. "I moved to America when I was eight. I was born in London. Never could get rid of the accent."
The color had ebbed from her face, a great relief.
"When did you want to start working on our assignment?" he continued.
"Is tomorrow during lunch alright?" she asked.
"Tomorrow it is," he replied and strolled away towards the Slytherin Common Room.
Lydia stood there for a few minutes, simply gazing amazedly at his retreating back. Lauren came up behind her and whispered, "You are sooo lucky." She simply nodded in agreement. Maybe this assignment wouldn't be so bad after all.