Author's note: This series follows the books but will include details from the movie series for drama. Please note that the major events of the story remain true to the series and will be summarized into small sections to help progress to the story's love interest. I do not want to be claimed for plagiarizing but the original story line is needed to explain the changes in character development.
M rating for sexual content anticipated in year 4.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter series. Thank you to J.K. Rowling for bringing us the wonderful Wizarding World of Harry Potter.
The Doting Rival
Chapter 5
The next few days were maddening for Adelyn. The entire school would talk about nothing except Sirius Black. As if that wasn't bad enough, teachers kept finding excuses to walk along her in corridors, escorting her wherever she went. Madame Hooch had to be present for all Quidditch practices now. Even Percy was constantly hovering around.
"Ron, could you tell your brother to quit following me already?" Adelyn exasperated.
"I've tried," Ron explained. "Mum put him up to it. She's just worried, that's all." Percy did not leave the corridor until they entered the Potions classroom.
"That's it! I've had enough." Adelyn started marching across the room.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked, trying to keep up. She wasn't headed to their usual seats.
"Finally getting some answers." She placed her books down at the corner table.
Malfoy and Crabb looked up from their seats on the opposite side of said table.
Ron had finally caught up to Adelyn. "Seriously, you had to pick this table today?" He looked between her and Malfoy. "Ugh!" He set down his belongings begrudgingly.
"Hello, Malfoy," Adelyn greeted with a smirk on her face.
He looked at her in confusion. She had never said hello to him before. "What do you want, Potter?"
"Take your seats, class." Snape interrupted.
"Turn you books to page four hundred and ninety-seven." A rustling of pages answered Snape's command. "Today's lesson is on the Wideye potion. Who can tell me its primary use?"
As Hermione was answering Snape's questions, Malfoy eyed Adelyn suspiciously. It was unlike her to willingly choose to share a table space with him. He honestly didn't know how to react. Now was not the time to ask, however, as Snape hated side conversations during the lecture portion of his classes. He opted to continue his preparations while keeping an eye on her.
She obviously thought the same thing, as she quietly was setting up her supplies. She was organizing her table quite tediously, something he hadn't noticed before. She had a structure, a system. Something he didn't have by the looks of his side of the table. He shuffled his things around in a more orderly fashion.
When he looked up again, he caught her in the middle of removing her V-neck jumper. As her arms raised high above her head, he couldn't help but notice her breasts bulge forward with the stretch, causing the middle button of her blouse to threaten to burst open. Wow, she has matured this summer! They were large enough that they would be a heaping handful if he were to grasp them. A C-cup at least, if not a D-cup. Her long, black hair fell softly over them, pulling Malfoy out of his thoughts. He shook his head and blinked rapidly to refocus his thoughts.
Adelyn looked up from the sudden motion and locked eyes with him. "Malfoy."
He looked down clearing his throat, acting as though he didn't hear her whispering at him. Oh shit. She caught me looking.
"Psst. Malfoy!" She kept trying to get his attention. Little did she know, she already had it. But he was trying hard to ignore her.
Suddenly, there was a small thunk as herbs came scattering across the table. "What the -" Malfoy and Crabb exclaimed.
"What's going on over there?" Snape said in a cold tone from the middle of the room.
"I'm sorry, sir. I accidentally spilled my Standard Ingredient," Adelyn said almost too apologetically.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. Clean it up."
"Of course, Professor." Adelyn readily complied.
Ron gave her a puzzling look as she made her way around the table. She was acting oddly today. She stood next to Malfoy and started half-heartedly cleaning up the herbs.
"That was obviously not an accident, Adelyn. What are you doing?" Malfoy said, half annoyed and half baffled.
She looked back and forth before looking directly at him. She replied softly, "I need you to tell me what you know about Sirius Black." She was making little progress with the cleaning.
"That's what this is about?" A wave of relief came over him. For a moment, he was sure he had been caught ogling her.
"Yes. I need to know."
A sly smile crept across his face. Adelyn was coming to him for something. This was rare indeed. He planned to draw it out for as long as he could. "What's in it for me?"
"Excuse me?" She was genuinely not expecting that remark.
"You heard me, Potter." He was eyeing her with one raised eyebrow.
She gawked at him and scoffed. "I don't know. Maybe the safety of the school?"
"So, I was right?" He said with a grin. "You're trying to go after Black yourself." Malfoy loved being right. He watched her get flustered as she sighed and looked up toward the ceiling, trying to gather her bearings. The light through the window rested on her exposed neck and he could make out a small freckle on the right side. He never noticed it before. Far more appealing than that scar on her forehead.
"Look," she blurted as she refocused her gaze on him. There was the agitation he was going for. "A couple months back, you told me you would want revenge on him yourself. Why? What were you talking about?"
"Really, Miss Potter." Snape startled her as he stepped up to the table. "Are you so incapable of such a small task as wiping a table?" His dry tone was drawn out, grabbing everyone's attention. Not what Adelyn wanted right now.
"Uh, sorry, sir." She hastened and cleared up the remaining herbs, scooping them into her hands and discarding them in the bin under the table.
"Return to your cauldron." He continued to stand over her, arms crossed, until she did as instructed. "Now," Snape turned to address the rest of the class, "be sure to finely crush the ingredients in you mortars prior to adding them to your cauldron." He continued making his rounds around the classroom.
Adelyn had a bit of catching up to do. She was moving at such a hastened pace, that Ron, Crabb, and Malfoy continued to be distracted by her. She could hone in on something when she put so much focus on it. She needed to create more time to talk to Malfoy.
Malfoy kept intermittently staring at her as she hurried between ingredients, her eyes darting back and forth between her books and her cauldron. Her eyelashes rested at the tops of her flushed cheeks as she looked down. And she bit the bottom corner of her lip whenever she was in deep thought. He never noticed how pretty she was until now.
She looked up and noticed he was staring. "Malfoy, tell me what you know," she whispered across the table.
"There's nothing to tell." He said nonchalantly. He was enjoying her attention far too much.
"Malfoy, pass me the Billywig Stings," she asked loudly holding out her hand, calling the attention of the students at the nearby tables. She was forcing him to interact with her. Clever. She knew this ingredient could not simply be tossed around. He would have to hand it to her directly.
He smiled in amusement with all the effort she was putting in. He happily complied. As he passed the small glass vial, he felt her grasp his hand as well. She held onto it firmly. "Malfoy. Please. Tell me what you know." She was pleading now, a soft look on her face. A new tactic.
What was this fluttering feeling in his stomach? It was accompanied by a sudden arousal in his trousers. He loved the way she was looking at him, in anticipation and longing. She didn't just want something, she NEEDED something. That need made him feel powerful and desired. He was getting harder by the second.
He reluctantly broke free of her hand. "Honestly, I have nothing to tell you, Adelyn." He adjusted his robes to cover the member trying to protrude from below the table.
"You know something. I know it!"
"After you have added all the ingredients to your cauldron, stir it three times clockwise. Only three times." Snape's baritone voice disrupted their conversation yet again. Adelyn was beginning to get frustrated at this point. Class was nearing an end and she had nothing to show for it.
"Then recite your incantation, "Snape continued. "These will need to brew overnight and be completed in class tomorrow. So, be sure to come prepared and finish reading the rest of the chapter ahead of time."
Malfoy had finished before Adelyn and headed to the washing bin to clean his mortar and pestle. Walking away from her would surely get him to calm down before someone noticed his hard-on.
Adelyn carelessly added the rest of her ingredients to her cauldron to finish. She gathered up her tools and scurried over to the basin next to Malfoy. She looked over her shoulder to verify no one was near enough to listen in. "Malfoy. Tell me, please!" she implored.
"Potter, for the last time. I have nothing to share." This wasn't true. But he was not at liberty to discuss his father's affairs, especially to her, of all people.
She sighed heavily and stuck up her nose. "Fine. Since you want to keep it to yourself, then YOU can take care of things. Next time Black shows up to the Gryffindor common room, I'll be sure he gets a message to find you instead."
She turned abruptly on her heals, whipped her hair in his face, and stormed off. She would ignore Malfoy for the rest of the day and during tomorrow's lesson, choosing the table farthest from his.