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Morning seemed to come too fast – especially when due to your relationship problems you had hardly spent any real time with Draco, and now, when all was fixed you were yearning for his touch so badly you refused to let go of him all night.

Together, you sat in the common room for hours after everyone had left, just enjoying each other’s company and maybe sharing a kiss or ten. No one interrupted the two of you, perhaps no one dared. After all, everyone, even the new baby Slytherins, knew that Draco Malfoy and (Name) Chavarone were never to be messed with.

After fixing your hair one last time, you gave a timid smile at your reflection in the mirror.

“(Name), you ready?” Pansy asked, setting down her hair brush on her nightstand. Her voice seemed far off, and once you turned to her you realized she wasn’t looking at you.

“Yes.” You mumbled, not waiting for her and trotting out the girls’ compartment along with your other girl friends that followed hot on your heels.

You had to bite down the triumphant smile.

You won. Pansy lost. Draco was yours once and for all. Your love was secure.

Your felt a loss of breath when you saw him idly standing with Blaise Zabini. They seemed to be having a heated conversation, but that flew over your head.

In an instant, you found yourself holding onto his hand tightly.

“Morning, (Name)” He greeted you, leaning in and giving you a soft peck on the lips. Though, you weren’t so eager on letting this innocent kiss go.

Standing on your tippy toes, you leaned just the right amount to drag the kiss just a little bit longer. When you finally parted, you pried your intoxicating (colour) eyes open and softly bit your lip again.

“Boungiorno, amore” You murmured, finding his grey irises and narrowing your own almost as if to challenge him to kiss you again.

“Alright, don’t start snogging in the middle of the common room” Zabini shook his head with a wolfish smirk, turning on his heel and motioning for your little group of friends to follow “We have lunch to eat, don’t we?”

“Scusi, Blaise” You apologized with a small smile, sparing a glance at Draco who only grinned at you.

Hand in hand, you made your way to the Great Hall.

The aroma of breakfast tickled your nose and made your mouth water. You were sure that if Draco wasn’t holding onto your hand so tightly you would’ve jumped the first table you saw and ate it clean.

“Look who is back together…” Ginny said, eyeing yours and Draco’s form curiously as she ate a piece of toast.

“Since when do you care?” Ron gave her a look. She shrugged.

Harry Potter had to turn his head back to catch a glimpse of you walking past. A bitter taste filled his mouth when he saw Draco’s snake-like smirk and your fingers intertwined with his.

His green irises followed your face, in hopes that you’d see him, but sadly he realized that the only one you were seeing at the moment was the blond haired Slytherin prick beside you.

Harry snapped his head back to his fellow Gryffindor’s with a frown, glaring at his breakfast.

The only one who seemed to notice this change in her best friends’ attitude was Hermione. Her quick eyes went from you and Draco to Harry and back.

But alas, she didn’t say anything.

~*~

The dungeon felt like home to you by now, and comfortably you sat on one of the table’s in Snape’s office, along with your trusty Slytherin troops who seemed to follow your every move.

Draco was by your side, his arm snaked around your waist and keeping you close as he joked around with his friends.

You on the other hand, rested your head on his shoulder with a faraway look placed on your delicate features.

Nothing could ruin your mood, not even Pansy Parkinson chatting your ear off with that squeaky voice of hers.

Snuggling into his side, you felt him smirk, liking how close you were.

The classrooms door swung open and you felt Draco stiff. Curiously, raising your head from his shoulder, your (colour) irises found the cause of the disturbance.

Gryffindor.

Perhaps you spoke too soon.

Harry Potter.

The said boy had just strolled into the classroom along with his friends, throwing his book bag down and taking out everything he needed.

He not once looked at you and you thanked him for that. If he just pretended you weren’t there, maybe Draco wouldn’t-

Lips practically crashed to your face in a wet, possessive kiss.  In an instant, everything became dark, and your boyfriends hold was almost painful.

Harry spared you a glance and instantly regretted it – Draco Malfoy was practically eating you up. Again, the Boy Who Lived had to fight the urge to throw the Slytherin Prince across the table and possibly have him taste his fists.

For some strange reason Harry could not stand you being around Malfoy. He guessed it was due to the fact that you were a decent girl and deserved someone better.

Someone like Harry.

The dark haired boy had to snap himself awake before his thoughts ran too far.

You lips were wet and ticklish when you parted, taking in deep gulps of breath to feed your oxygen lacking lungs. That…was unexpected, but the smirk on Draco’s lips proved that it was all planned and most likely intended to make Potter jealous.

You clenched your jaw, shooting your orbs away from the grey ones that watched you like a wolf.

“What’s the matter?” Draco murmured, hooking a loose strand of your (colour) hair behind your ear “You didn’t like it?” His tone shifted from sweet to mischievous in a second.

Of course you enjoyed it, who would resist such an intoxicating snog?

And yet, the after taste was bitter. Normally, you would be happy of Draco being so possessive of you and showing how much he loved you by displaying his affection for all to see…But, this time, the intention felt wrong.

Over his blond head, your gaze shot to Harry. The Boy Who Lived was still ignoring you.

Your hues found Draco’s again, and with a displeased frown you grumbled.

“Io non sono un trofeo, Draco.”

As if on cue, the door swung open yet again and this time the professor himself strolled in, his cape fluffing in the wind as he power walked to his table.

The students rushed to their seats. Quickly, you slipped out of Draco’s grasp and went to take out your books, placing them neatly on your table next to your cauldron.

Snape went on to give his usual beginning of the year speech. Once he finished explaining how idiotic you all were and how you should be thankful he even wasted his time on you, his speech drifted towards O.W.L.s and how he expected you all to at least get an Acceptable. He said that only the best will be admitted to his N.E.W.T class, those receiving an Outstanding. 

“Today we will be mixing a potion known as the Draught of Peace,” Snape said slowly, and he flicked his wand, making the instructions appear on the blackboard. “You have an hour and a half to finish this.”

Immediately the students got to work, murmuring low complaints as they went along. The classroom was mostly quiet for a good hour and twenty minutes. Snape didn‘t speak again until they had only a couple minutes left till class was finished.

“A light silver vapour should now be rising from your potion,” Snape called from the front of the room and several frantic students looked at the cauldrons warily as did you.

Sadly, a silver vapour was nowhere to be seen. Instead, you hurriedly took a cautious step back as your potion released green sparks.

“Are you sure you added this?” Pansy asked quietly, pointing at some ingredient on the table.

“Hell if I know…” You uttered, (colour) orbs watching your cauldron closely in fear of being attacked.

Draco lifted his head to catch a glimpse at your pathetic excuse of the Draught of Peace, snickering when you glared at him. As Snape went around the classroom checking who failed and who succeeded, Draco leaned in.

“You can copy mine” He whispered to you, motioning to your wand. You shook your head, refusing to cheat on your first day. He shrugged, going back to take a couple of more stirs on his Draught of Peace. His potion looked almost identical to the sparkly picture in your book.

Following your boyfriends example you also moved to stir, but hurriedly let go of the handle since the potion hissed at you. Blaise laughed at this, and you stepped on his foot to shut him up.

Potions was never your strong suite, and to get a bad grade on your first day at Hogwarts will not go well with your parents. Staring into the very depths of the chunky gooey substance of your cauldron you could practically hear the tearing of a bright red envelope and your mother’s voice howling in the Great Hall for all to hear.

Hurriedly, you skimmed the pages of your book, taking some Tree Bark in hopes of fixing the potions just a tiny bit.

Do I even need Tree Bark? You thought as you threw some in.

“And what is this supposed to be, Potter?” You heard Professor Snape ask, and instantly the whole class became dead silent.

Soon after, every Slytherin looked up at this and snickered not-so-quietly, ready to eat this moment up. Your head shot back up and your lips pressed together tightly, not making a peep. 

“The Draught of Peace,” Harry replied, grinding his teeth slightly.

“Tell me, Potter. Can you read?”

Draco laughed, and you smacked his arm to shut him up. His attention turned to you and he frowned, as if to ask ‘What the hell is your problem?’. You merely put down the Tree Bark, ignoring his demanding gaze.

“Yes, I can,” Harry said.

“Read the third line of instructions for me, Potter.”

“Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counter clockwise, allow to simmer for twenty minutes, then add two drops of syrup of Hellebore.”

“Did you do everything on the third line, Potter?” Snape asked.

“No…” Harry said quietly.

“I beg your pardon?”

“No,” Harry said loudly. “I forgot the Hellebore.”

“I know you did, Potter, which means that this is utterly worthless. A zero on your first day back. A pity,“ he snapped his wrist sharply upwards. “Evanesco.”

Harry watched, expression stoic as the smoking liquid disappeared from his cauldron, right before his eyes.

"Those that were able to follow the instructions, fill one flagon, label it clearly and set it on my desk for testing.”  And he continued to walk, this time straight to your table.

Your wide eyes went from Harry to your potion. God, if Harrys’ potion, which was really not that bad, got a zero, then yours was to fail for sure. To make things worse, it seemed that the Tree Bark did not work and instead of making your potion sparkling silver it turned it from icky green to muddy blue.

“Excellent work, Mr. Malfoy” Snape praised, sparing a glance at your potion “An admirable effort, Miss Chavarone, but I’m afraid you missed putting half of the ingredients in.”

And he walked away. Standing rooted in place, you blinked owlishly, unable to believe that he didn’t say anything hurtful.

“(Name),” Pansy called you softly, pushing a filled flask your way “Write your name on it, Professor Snape won’t care.”

Your eyes hurriedly went from the flagon to Harry Potter.

Howler….or no howler?

You met eyes with him, and shame burned your throat like acid.

You took the flagon, quickly scribbled your name on it and gave it to Pansy. She beamed at you, strolling to Snape’s desk and setting her potion along with yours.

~*~

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“But there’s nothing here about actually using magic” You said loudly, taking your eyes off the Defence Against the Dark Arts course book.

This was the fourth class you had today and you were still feeling ashamed of your actions at Potions. To make things worse, the annoying pink dressed lady who interrupted Dumbledore’s speech seemed to be your new DADA teacher which did not ring well with you at all.

She knew your family. You had her over for dinner more than once in your life and each time you’d excuse yourself early because you simply couldn’t stand her overly sweet voice.

“Using magic?” She flabbergasted, blinking her big eyes at you. She laughed cheerily, taking a few steps in your direction “Why, Miss Chavarone, I can’t imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom.” She gave you a sweet smile. You shared a look with Draco, stretching a fake smile on your lips and nodding at her in hopes that she’d go away.

You saw the gears in her head turn and your stomach dropped when you realize she was about to ask you a question.

“So, we’re not going to use magic?” Ron asked with a frown. You sighed in relief when Umbridge turned her attention away from you.

“You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk free way” She explained.

“Wh-“ Harry shook his head “What good is that? When we’re going to be attacked it won’t be risk free.”

“Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class” She stressed, turning on her heel and marching back to the blackboard. Collecting herself, she faced the classroom again with a pleasant smile.

“It is the view of the Ministry” She began “That a theoretical knowledge would be sufficient to get you through the examination, which after all, is what school is all about.”

“And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what’s out there?” Harry inquired.

“There’s nothing out there, dear” Umbridge told simply “Who do you imagine would attack children like yourself?” She jested.

“Oh, I don’t know” Harry spoke, completely not having it “Maybe…Lord Voldemort.”

The classroom went in murmurs, but all you could hear was your pulsing heartbeat in your ears. Your whole body froze, shock going through your fingertips as your frightened hues found Harry Potter. You couldn’t believe it… Did he just say, what you think he did?

Gulping, you looked down and clasped your hands to stop their shaking.

He’s insane.

But then again…Is he?

After the class you and Harry were the first ones to sprint out the door, you following after him with a rushed pace.

“Harry!” You called him, holding your book bag close to your side.

He stopped walked and turned to you irritated.

“What do you-“ He cut himself off, his green irises meeting your own “Oh, uhm, sorry, I thought you were-“

“It’s…okay” You shook your head, giving him a faint smile and taking a small step closer “I just…I wanted to say how brave you were…back there.” You started, suddenly finding the marble floor more interesting than his face “You know, what you said to Umbridge.”

“You mean about Voldemort?” He asked. Your whole body shook at the name and you snapped your frantic (colour) irises back at him. Harry quickly apologized “Sorry, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?” You nodded “Ugh, thanks, I guess” He rubbed the back of his head “I was just telling the truth.”

He saw the small spec of distrust twinkle in your orbs. You glanced at the door behind you, and then back at him.

“Can you meet me in the yard next to the Ravenclaw statue?” You asked, hushed. He frowned, confused.

“Yeah, but w-“

“It’s important.” You stressed, glancing at the door again and noticing the handle move “I’ll catch you later” And you bolted past him, gliding down the stairs and getting lost behind other students.