Anything For My Half-Blood Prince

𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 4 - 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞 (Moody)

"Take a seat."

You sat down at the back of the class because you were the first one there. Fuck. Besides the occasional scratch of the Professors quill, it was silent, awkward silence to be exact. Why is everyone taking so long?  You thought to yourself. It may have felt like an hour but really it was just a minute.

After a few moments of looking into nothing, all the students began to pile in. Looking around you could tell that this class was Slytherin paired with Gryffindor. Everyone had settled down in their seats. Hermione on your left with Ron. Harry and, of course, your blonde Slytherin on your right.   

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class." The Professor started, walking around the room. "As such, I don't expect many or you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few..." He paused and stole a quick glance at you. "Who possess, the predisposition." He continued, waking around the classroom. His voice was being drowned out as you stared at the wood in front of you, slowly starting into a daydream. 

"Ms. Malfoy." Your last name making you come back to reality. 

"Sorry, sir." Was all you could muster up. He let out an annoyed sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Detention straight after dinner for not paying attention. Don't. Be. Late." He stated, making you feel uneasy. Everyone's eyes were on you and you could practically hear the stupid smug Slytherin's smirks from across the room. You just nodded and leant back into your chair.

Looking around you saw Harry looking at you with pure horror etched on his face. "What are you looking at, Harry." You growled in a whisper. He just shook his head and turned his attention to the work you were assigned.

You couldn't be bothered doing the work because you had already learned about this at Beauxbatons. "Please, pray tell, why you, Ms Malfoy, are not doing your work." Professor Snape said through gritted teeth. You just simply looked up at him and put on your innocent act. "Because, sir, I have already done this." You stated while twirling your wand in between your fingers. Professor Snape cocked an eyebrow up and walked over to your desk, pulling out a chair and sitting directly across from you. "Tell me, what would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"Snape asked with a smirk etched on his face.

You leant back in your chair once more and put your hands behind your head. "You'd brew a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death, sir." You said while smiling innocently. His smirk slowly turned into a snarl. The whole class sat there in shock as you answered his question so casually. Even Draco's face held confusion, on how you could be so bold on your first day. "Alright, Ms. Malfoy. Where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?" Snape asked his eyes piercing through yours. 

"Simply, sir. In a goats stomach." You answered, your innocent smile turning into a smirk. He narrowed his eyes at you as if trying to read your mind. "If you are so smart Ms. Malfoy. Answer this last question." Snape started while folding his arms in front of him. "Not that I'm expecting you to get it. Not even my seventh years know this but... What is the difference between Monkshood and Wolfsbane?" He continued, a tint of annoyance and venom in his voice.

You saw that he was getting frustrated so you just simply leaned forward. Your faces inches away from each other. "Nothing. They are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite." His face went pale, and his facial expression seemed a little shocked. You could only see his real expressions if you were close to his face, which you were. Now realizing the position you had put yourself in, you leaned back, putting your hands on the desk and started swinging on the chair. 

"Get. Back. To. Work." He hissed as he took a stand and walked back to his desk, his cape bellowing behind him. Satisfied, you kicked up your feet on the table. "Oh my merlin Y/n, you actually did that." Exclaimed Draco in a hushed voice. You just nodded and closed your eyes. This is going to be a long year. You thought to yourself.  

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"Oi, Mattie. Pass me your extra parchment." You demanded in a whisper to Mattheo, who was currently sitting next to you. Harry and Draco had left to go to... Dumbledore.... yeah, Dumbledore....

He passed you his paper and you decided you wanted to tease a Slytherin boy for fun. Snape was currently too immersed in his grading. "Thanks." You whispered. You quickly jolted down something on the plain parchment and put a little spell on it, to make it fly to the person you were targeting as your 'victim.'

It had landed on the lap of 'Adrian Pucey.' His head tilted in confusion as he looked at the swan like parchment on his lap. He looked around to see if anyone was looking at him, but no one was. You, on the other hand, were talking to Mattheo, while looking at Adrian out of the corner of your eye. His focus then went back to the parchment. He gently opened it, to only find a drawing of him being struck by lightning on the quidditch field. 

You had to bite your laugh back as you saw the shock on his face. All of a sudden he stood up from his chair. "WHO DID THIS!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. The whole class went silent and all their attention turned to the boy whos ears were a light pink and his eyes filled with rage. "Sit. Down. Pucey." Snape drawled out calmly. Looking up from the parchments his eyes instantly noticed the little giggles you and Mattheo were sharing. He let out an annoyed sigh as the outraged boy was still standing. "Must I repeat myself, Pucey."

"N-no, sir." Adrian stammered, quickly sitting back down on his chair.

"Before you leave, Ms. Malfoy. I would like to speak to you." Snape said while turning his attention back to the stacks of papers on his desk. 

"Yes, sir." You answered while pinching the bridge of your nose. 

Great

After class had finished, you stayed sat at your desk. Mattheo and Blaize sent you an apologetic look. You just nodded and kicked back on your seat. As soon as the final student went out, the door closed. "Why must you be such an insufferable girl, Ms. Malfoy?" Your Professor asked as he stood up and rounded his desk. You looked up at him in disgust. "Well, maybe if you didn't have such a boring class. I wouldn't be insufferable."  You retorted, rolling your eyes. That was all it took for him to slam his hands down. "DO NOT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT. I AM YOUR SUPERIOR. TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I WILL NOT HESITATE TO GIVE YOU A MONTHS DETENTION." He shouted at you. Taking you by surprise. You stood from your chair, and this time you slammed your hands agaist the desk. "IF YOU'RE MY SUPERIOR MAYBE YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO WHAT YOUR STUDENTS WOULD LIKE TO HEAR. MAYBE THEN, THEY WILL LEARN SOMETHING IN YOUR PATHETIC EXCUSE OF A CLASS." You shouted at him. This time he was taken aback. A mere student raising their voice at a Professor. His mind was clouded with so many thoughts, that he didn't realize that you had stormed out of the room. 

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"He's such a fucking asshole, I swear." You told Mattheo. You decided to sit at the Slytherin table for dinner because your Gryffindor friends had Quidditch practise. "I know he is, bunny. I've had him as my Potions teacher for six years." He replied nudging your side playfully. You then saw Draco walking into the Great Hall. His eyes immediatley fell on you. "Y/n, you yelled at a Professor." Draco scolded as he took a seat next to you. "Shut up." Was all you said before you moved your plate out of the way and layed you head on the table. 

"Ms. Malfoy, what are you doing at the Slytherin table. You are a Gryffindor." Professor Snape asked walking out from behind you. His sudden appearance making you jump. "What the fu- Oh. It's just you." You started, turning your full attention to him. "Well, firstly. I'm here because I want to be and nowhere does it say that 'House's shall not mix' Because from what I can see, there is four Hufflepuff's and two Gryffindor's at the Ravenclaw table. Two Slytherins at the Hufflepuff table and one Ravenclaw  at the Gryffindor's table yet, you chose me to, how shall I put this, repremand." You mused, holding back a laugh at his sudden silentness. 

"Dont be late to your detention tonight, Ms. Malfoy"

(Sorry it took so long to update, I was... busy... anyways... I hope you enjoyed.)

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