Rhapsody of a Veela

Part 2 - Boys, Books and Potions

When you arrived at the Gryffindor common room it was completely quiet, and you cherished what you were sure would be the last of it before the rest of your fellow Gryffindors would return to the tower after dinner. You sat down at the most comfortable couch before the crackling fireplace with your potions book. You would occasionally take your silver lime wand out of your robe pocket to study it closer, as it had never failed to calm you down since you first got it. It comforted you more than anything, as you had yet to have learned how to control your temperamental Veela powers, the wand made it far easier to channel your magic safely.

Not before long you were feeling rather sleepy staring into the strange shapes produced by the flames cradling the wood inside the large fireplace. You were sinking further and further down into the comfortable old couch, but just as your eyes had slipped close a few times the portrait hole swung open and as the two loudest gits in existence entered the common room there was not a single trace of calm left in you.

"Blimey, what do we have here George?" you heard coming from behind as they came inn closer to the fireplace. You did not even bother looking behind you or up from your potions book, as you knew perfectly well who they were. So you sighed and hurriedly replied while brushing through the pages of your book to remember where you had left off,

"Two gits completely unable to read the room it seems"

"Clever, but no. It's clearly Gryffindors no.1 Mystery woman" George said as he slumped down by your side on the couch, Fred quick to follow on the other side, laying his long arm on the rest behind your head as if scheming to pull you close.

"Oh I reckon she'll fall head over heels for my charms within a week.." he said with confidence.

"Well I reckon you two are twice as annoying as everyone else in here, so do you mind leaving me alone?" you said, annoyed as you pulled yourself up from the couch, knowing you were defeated the moment they had stepped inside.

"And she's feisty too, it's almost too good to be true"

"Hang on Fred, it has not even been a week yet and you're the one who's head over heels"

"Oh shut up you git, you're just jealous i'm far better looking than you"

The twins were playfighting as you were walking away towards the stairs leading up to the girl's dormitory, almost unnoticed until you reached it.

"Wait Y/n, don't leave now the party's about to start!" you heard from behind you,

"Yeah, we need to kick of the semester in the right spirit don't we?" George added. You could not help but smile, but you turned around and shook your head,

"You have your fun boys, while I prepare myself for the Potions lesson tomorrow, which you don't have to be a seer to know won't be so fun"

You had been absolutely right, despite how much time you had spent reading in advance, Snape's potion lesson showed you no mercy. And Professor Snape certainly made sure to not treat you any differently at all, despite the official guardianship that had been forced upon you both. In short it did not mean anything, it was only a small technicality made to appease the Ministry. One of the only times you had ever sought him out was to ask if he could sign your permission slip so you could visit Hogsmeade during the weekend with the rest. But he flatly disagreed, not even bothering to remind you that the Ministry did not want you to walk around outside school ground. Therefore, despite Hogwarts being your way towards freedom it also functioned as a prison. But it was far better than the thought of Azkaban as an alternative, nevertheless.

You sat down next to Hermione, while on her right-side Potter and Weasley who you'd hardly ever interact with, as Ron usually turned quite nervous around you it always ruined the mood. Because Potions was a shared class between Gryffindor and Slytherin you were sort of divided across the dungeon. After a moment of daydreaming your eyes met a pair of cold blue ones from the other side of the room. A white-blonde slytherin boy who, after a moment of glaring at you turned to his friends as if free from a spell, laughing about something that was far likelier to be cruel than funny. Yet Professor Snape did of course not take any notice of it.