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Chapter 4 is almost finished... it's going to be much longer, maybe the longest (?) still don't know... but it involves DRAMA! Yay!
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Ps. If you don't know what a Manticore is (it's mentioned in the chapter) it is like a lion/human and it's pretty vicious. Wikipedia knows all.
"Hello, Professor Everett, sorry I'm late but—"
"Enough chattering, Miss Weasley."
"Yes sir."
The balding professor gestured to the only empty seats left in the room. It took all of my self-restraint not to groan. I dropped my bag beside one of the empty chairs and slid in with the Slytherin coming to join me. As Professor Everett began explaining the ingredients for the Draught of Peace, I grabbed my parchment and favorite quill. Malfoy however left his supplies tucked away. He tipped his chair back until the front two legs had lifted off the floor and proceeded to lean back, his hands cradling his white-blonde hair.
"How's James doing, Weasley? Still trying to live up to The-Daddy-Who-Never-Dies?" His lips turned up into a haughty smile.
I sighed. Not even bothering to look at the git, I said, "Yes, kind of like you, Malfoy. Though I must say, I thought living up to the already low standards of Death Eaters would be difficult for you, but it seems to me that you're managing just fine." His eyebrows rose, obviously amused at my insult. I had thought a comment like that would keep him quiet, but Malfoy never backs away without a fight. "And I never thought someone could sink lower than a filthy muggle, but, hey, look at you!"
"How dare you!" I hissed, looking away from my notes.
"Oh," Malfoy laughed, mimicking me from earlier," did I strike a nerve?"
I glared before returning back to parchment. He smirked and tilted farther back in his chair very pleased with himself. My blood began to boil and my freckled skin was turning crimson with rage. I snapped my head back towards him, "You know, maybe if you didn't have a stick up your arse, you'd have more friends that Daddy wouldn't have to buy."
"And maybe if you weren't such a prude you'd be less stressed and would quit acting like a flipping Manticore."
"Maybe I wouldn't act like a Manticore if you didn't act like a stuck-up, egotistical, self-righteous prat!"
"Mr. Malfoy, Miss Weasley, I do not tolerate talking in my class," Professor Everett admonished through his tightly clenched teeth. "Perhaps you should continue your conversation outside of the classroom."
I bit my lip, creating wrinkles on my chin and forehead, "I apologize, Professor. I'll keep quiet."
"You seem to have misunderstood, Miss Weasley," he took one pale thin finger and pointed it towards the door, "I meant that you two are dismissed from my class."
My jaw dropped and my heart beat faster. I stuttered, "Professor, c-couldn't you j-just take away p-points or give us d-detention?"
The professor turned his back towards me and started attending to the bubbling cauldron. "That would teach you nothing. Now, pack your things and leave."
I sat, dumbfounded in my seat for a few seconds. Shit. Scorpius swung his school bag over his shoulder and sauntered out of the room. How he managed to saunter at a time like this is beyond me. All the eyes in the room, with the exception of my strict teacher, were on me as I clambered to collect my belongings and walk swiftly out of the classroom before my cheeks turned any redder with embarrassment and humiliation.
Scorpius's eyes followed me from his position against a portrait containing the witch, Gunhilda of Gorsemoor. His head was tilted back against the wall, his hands were shoved in his pants pockets, and his smirk remained on his aristocratic face.
I stomped over to him and stood before him with my hands on my hips and a temper persuading me to reach for my wand and let my Weasley genes take over. "I hate you."
He laughed. Laughed! As if this was some kind of joke! "I'd say the same but right now I'm thankful that your little outburst provided me with a free period this morning."
"Clearly you don't understand the severity of the situation!" I shook my head. "We just got kicked out of our Potions class, Malfoy! We just pissed off an extremely cantankerous professor! Merlin knows if he'll even let us step foot into that room again!"
"Don't you think you're being melodramatic, Red?" He pushed of the wall with one polished black shoe and looked down at me.
I crossed my arms over my chest and my navy colored eyes glowered. "I already have enough to worry about! This tournament, my mum, my brother! I do not need this right now!"
"Maybe," Malfoy leaned closer, hovering inches away from my scowling face, "it's you who needs to get the stick out of their arse."
Right before I was about to burst and tell him off, he held up his hand and I held my tongue. "You honestly need to settle down. Now, I don't have any insight into what's going on with your mum or Hugo, nor would I really care to find out, but as far as Quidditch goes you're being a twat. Yes, a twat! You've got a full house team and a million cousins to help you. Me, I don't even have enough players and it won't be long before the slimy gits abandon ship and go join the damn Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs. You have a shot." he took a deep breath and shook his head, "I have to give up on something I worked so bloody hard for. So, stop complaining." Taking one last look at me, Malfoy clenched his strong jaw and walked further down the dungeons towards the Slytherin common room.
I stood frozen and bewildered.
Eventually I made my way into the library and found myself sitting at my favorite desk with potions books scattered about, most open to the pages discussing Draught of Peace. I may not be my mother, who treats books as if they're made of precious gold and who used to yearn for extra assignments, but I do care to keep up with my studies.
I started replicating the text onto the parchment. Thoughts of what Scorpius had said trickled in and out of my mind. Contrasting feelings kept arguing: part of me believe that what he said was complete and utter bullshite, whilst the other part thinks that there was some truth. Yes, I may have overreacted about Potions and I may have been slightly wound up regarding this whole promise to Lily. But he didn't know about that. Nor did he understand that James wasn't going to break away from his team just to play with his family. And I couldn't see Louis or Lucy step away from their respective houses either.
I threw down my quill and tangled my fingers into my unruly tresses and grunted. A few younger students lifted their noses out of their dusty books and stared at me.
They didn't know how lucky they were. Back in first year the only things I had to worry about was dueling Scorpius in marks and making friends who could look past my family's celebrity status. Nowadays I had mountains of work, prefect duties, laboring Quidditch practices, and the need to dodge unwanted advances from the opposite sex. Oh, and let's not disregard a certain pointed-faced weasel who just loves to see me squirm.
That night I lounged on my bed with Lily at my feet. The both of us were listening to Lia rant about the guys in seventh year. Mainly it was about how Leo wouldn't leave her alone, but occasionally she mentioned Fred and James's brilliant and slightly annoying start of the year pranks.
"He followed me into the bathroom! He swears it was a mistake, saying that he was distracted or something," Lia said exasperated before ripping open and sinking her pearl white teeth into a chocolate frog.
Lily popped a handful of green jelly beans into her mouth before adding her two cents. "Bet he was preoccupied by your bum."
"You do shorten your skirt," I nodded.
"And wiggle."
"Merlin!" Lia yelped. She contorted her face into one of disgust and revulsion. "The perverted wanker!"
"You could always tell him you're not interested," Lily suggested, twirling a licorice wand.
Lia huffed, "You don't think I've tried that! It's like Scorpius with Rose; he just never leaves me alone!"
"Yeah, but Malfoy just likes to infuriate me. Leo actually wants to shag you."
"Please," Lily scoffed, "there is definitely some sexual tension hidden in that rivalry of yours."
"Yes, cause every time he insults my family I want to shove him in a broom closet and have it off with him," I said sarcastically. "Please, he may be fit but he's a complete and total prat."
"Yeah, but his muscles," Lily sighed dreamily falling back onto my legs.
Lia rolled her eyes, "You don't have classes with him, Lily. You don't understand how much of a pretentious git he can be."
"I swear every time he opens his mouth I want to use an Unforgivable Curse," I laughed.
"But if I used a Silencing Charm—"
"Lily!" Lia gasped as I smack my younger cousin with a pillow. "How could you think about that?" The two of us shook at the thought of doing anything sexual with a Slytherin like Malfoy.
"I'm just saying that—"
"Lily," I said using a serious tone of voice, "you have plenty of blokes chasing your tail. You don't need to be thinking dirty thoughts about Malfoy. Or any Slytherin for that matter."
Eating more lime jelly beans, Lily groaned, "But bad boys are just so… intoxicating!"
"Oh, shut your trap and eat some Droobles."
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