As Bellatrix ran down the hall to her first class of the year, she could just feel the nerves moving up and down her spine. The thought of everything that she needed to accomplish in just four months! She couldn't think about it now, she had to get to… "NEWT Potions, Potions… dungeon…. Third door on the left…" she thought as she entered the room. There were seven students already in the classroom: four of them were from Ravenclaw, two from Gryffindor, One Hufflepuff, and one Slytherin (a very recognizable Slytherin). The Slytherin was the only one with a seat left next to him.
"Of course that would be the only seat left." She quietly went down and sat next to the boy with the long dark hair. All the other students were talking excitedly with each other, but he was just reading a book, silently. His body was turned facing away from the "crowd" of students, and he looked as if he wanted to be left alone. Bella noisily pulled out the chair next to him. He looked up and fixated his dark eyes on her face, and gave her a quick smile, but soon returned to his book.
"Hi." He said, as she sat down. His eyes remained on his book.
"Hey, watcha reading?"
"Nothing, just reviewing last year's textbook."
"Oh, oh… nice." She got up and walked over to peer over his shoulder. "Is it good?" she giggled.
"Um, it's okay," She was going back to her seat, but slightly brushed against his robes. He shuddered and looked from side to side, nervously.
"Sorry!" she touched his shoulder and he was startled.
"It's okay! It's okay!" He touched her hands and slowly pushed them away.
Bella sat back down and twirled her hair. She opened her new textbook and flipped through it, but didn't read anything. She secretly was wondering why he seemed so nervous…
"Are you nervous because it's the first day?"
"No." He shook his head and returned to his book.
'Okay…' she thought. 'Way to be social, mister. Maybe he just doesn't like me. Whatever.'
Professor Slughorn had entered the room and was examining his students.
"Bellatrix!!!!" She announced as he went over to hug one of his favorite pupils. "My dear, how have you been? Taking many advanced classes this term, I see. All NEWT!"
"Yes, I'm taking NEWT Potions, Transfiguration, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, Astronomy, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes."
"Wonderful! Just wonderful! I see your friend is here, as well."
"Oh, yes…" they both looked over at the boy.
"Well, must get class started, so run along!" He patted Bella on the back and she ran back to her seat, smiled at the boy, who didn't even look up, and opened her book up to page one.
The class seemed never-ending and tedious, most likely because potions was never a favorite of Bellatrix. Her strengths were Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and Transfiguration. However, in order to appear as if she planned to become an Auror, she needed to take many classes she did not approve of. As she exited the classroom she tugged at her skirt, which she felt was exposing the entire lower half of the very short shorts she was wearing underneath it. She waved goodbye to the boy and asked him, "Hey, where is your next class?"
"Arithmancy… regular."
"Oh! Okay! I have NEWT Herbology! See you later!"
As she pushed open the door of the potions room, the boy just sat there and stared at her. He smiled to himself and thought, "See you later!" His smile faded and he whispered, "I love you."