Right in Front of Me

mundane

But I just wanna be
Out of my head, out of my head
Can you show me how it feels to be
Out of my head, out of my head

Harry was starting to get into a routine in Hogwarts. Of course he was nervous about the Death Eaters escaping... but he had his mum and Moony there to protect him, and his friends. He was just hoping he could get through his mum's potion class...

"You'd think with your mum as the bloody potions professor you'd have some kind of gain... you're just hopeless aren't you?" Ron was stifling a laugh at their chosen seats in the back of the room. Harry kicked him and rolled his eyes.

"It's confusing! Nothing ever makes sense, it's as if they're trying to make you muck it all up!" Harry whispered back. Seamus turned his head to them, slightly.

"Maybe if you two morons would stop talking so much you'd learn something." He said, snickering with Dean. If they hadn't known them so well, Harry's feelings would be hurt. But dorming with them, he's learned that Seamus is just like that, and Dean follows.

"Shove it, Finnegan." Ron said, lightheartedly.

"Mr. Weasley. Mr. Potter!" His mum suddenly exclaimed. "Are the two of you quite finished? Or would you like to teach my class for me?" The students all laughed quietly and Ron and Harry looked down, blushing, murmuring a "Sorry Professor." It was weird, at first, to call his mum and Moony 'Professor'. But, he figured that's really the best way. In the potions classroom she's not his mum, she's his teacher.

"I want you all to pair up for the term... but considering you're all sitting next to your best mates... I'll be choosing. Quiet down, now. I know... but you might even make a new friend, who knows?" She smiled brightly. He knew this sounded so embarrassing to say, but he thought his mum was one of the coolest people he'd ever known. She was just so honest and everyone liked her.

She started calling names and Harry's mind wondered off. He didn't like potions for a lot of reasons, and as bad as he felt about it (considering his mum's the teacher) it couldn't be helped. The biggest reason was that they shared this class with the Slytherins. He didn't mean that in a mean way, but Harry just wished the Gryffindors could have every class with Hufflepuffs, sadly they only had History of Magic and Defense Against the Dark Arts. He missed Draco when he wasn't around him. Neville too of course. He just... he had a different kind of friendship with them both. He was snapped back into it when he heard his mum call his name.

"Harry Potter and Blaise Zabini." Harry looked and tried to find who Blaise Zabini was. He was assuming that he was a Slytherin, his name didn't seem too familiar. He saw a boy, dark skinned and brow eyed siting down next to him, and made the assumption that he must be Blaise. While his mum was pairing the rest of the class up Harry looked over at him. He smiled and reached his hand out.

"Hi." He said sweetly. "I'm Harry. Harry Potter." Blaise took his hand and smiled back, not nearly as big as Harry's but a nice smile all in all.

"Yes... yes... I know you. Doesn't everyone?" Blaise said, chuckling. "I'm Blaise Zabini. Pleasure." He took his hand back and Harry couldn't tell if he was trying to be mean or if that was just how he talked.

"Alright, now that everyone's got their partners, and yes this is until the end of the term, please open your texts up to page 22. We're going to start brewing a pretty simple potion today. I'll be walking around if you need any help." Harry grabbed his book and flipped to page 22.

"I'm going to be right up honest with you, mate... I'm rubbish at potions." Harry said, sheepishly. Blaise gave him an odd look and laughed a little.

"Well, so much for me thinking I got the best partner I could get. Rubbish at potions?" He laughed again but it didn't seem unkind. "Your mum is the professor!" Harry couldn't help but smile, Blaise had a certain charisma to him that drew him in.