Amai Potter And The Sorcerer's Stone
Chapter 22
Amai frowned as her quill scratched at her parchment. Her tongue peeked out from the corner of her mouth, and her thin brows were scrunched in thought.
God! Homework was annoying!
"Drake!" She yelled.
Draco looked up from his book, his silver orbs questioning. An amused smile played at his lips, and he spoke quietly, "Yes, Amai?"
"Help," She whined. Her head made contact with the floor.
"Ow."
Pansy giggled, and Akira sniggered in amusement.
"What do you need help with?" Draco asked, his voice choked up around the laughter he was trying to keep in.
"Potions," Amai said, her voice muffled by the fluffy black carpet under her face.
Draco laughed as she moved to sit next to her. Ana sat back up as he began to talk about the assignment, explaining what Snape looked for.
She nodded, her quill scratching away as wrote his words down, a small smile curling her lips as he told her what to write.
Blaise smiled softly as he watched, his eyes twinkling happily as he looked the two over.
He better be the best man, dammit!
~Later On, At Hogwarts School... DINNER!~
It was dinner at Hogwarts Castle, and the chatter was deafening. The food was delicious as usual, and the laughter was contagious.
The tension was obvious, however between the Lions and the Snakes. You could see the occasional glares the two tables through at each other.
A certain redhead was particularly angered. His blue eyes were narrowed, and his face an ugly shade of puce. His fork was slowly bending as he clenched his hand.
"Ron!" Hermione snapped, her small hand darting out to save the poor utensil.
"What?" Ronald Billius Weasley snapped in return.
Hermione seemed hurt at his snap, but she quickly shielded it. "Please... Calm down..." She said softly.
Ron looked away, snarling," How can I? Those snakes are tainting our Savior!"
Hermione threw a glance at the table.
The petite Savior seemed happy. Her cherubic features were flushed from the laughter she was obviously doubling over from, and a broad grin was pulling her lips.
"She seems fine to me," Hermione pointed out.
Ron turned on her, glaring murderously, "How can you say that? Those Snakes are obviously using some sort of potion on her!"
Hermione rolled her eyes in exaggeration as she turned her attention to her food.
Ron was always like this, since the Bathroom incident. It was maddening! Not to mention annoying!
She huffed slightly and took a bite of her mashed potatoes, shaking her head sadly. The boy was going to go insane if he kept thinking about it!