Unnatural Love

Chapter 8

"You coward!"

And with that, he was gone. He had left the classroom just like that. The dark velvet green and black robe with the Slytherin logo embroidered on the chest flowing swiftly behind him with every stride he took. "Well, don't just stand there. Take your seat." Snape, says clearly angry. I can tell he is not thrilled. Nobody really likes to be stood up to, especially when it's Malfoy.

I take a glance around the classroom seeing for any open spot available. Unfortunately, I only had three choices. Three choices that I did not want to pick from. Hermione, Pansy and Jack, were all seated alone. Now to choose who to sit with.

For starters, I am trying to avoid, Jack. And I'm not really prepared to hear his excuses, or soppy apology. But, what if he actually had to do something and I'm just being petty? Or maybe I've angered him, walking in with Malfoy. I hope he doesn't suspect anything. Though, there is a possibility that none of that happens, and we just sit there in silence, causing me to be utterly embarrassed.

Pansy, don't know why, but I feel like she would be mad at me. Her protection side would definitely come out. She would not stop talking to me the whole class and probably get me in even more trouble than I'm already in. I feel as if she'd make up scenarios, or think we've done something that neither of us have actually done with each other. I know she won't stop until I admit something, then she'd bug me fore the rest of the day, or worse, the rest of the month.

Then that leaves 'Mione. I can already hear the questions and remarks she would make. I'm not sure why, but I feel like she, too, would come up with false accusations. Though she is the only one out of the three who wouldn't make me talk right now if I wasn't comfortable. Not saying that I'm uncomfortable, but you get the point. But I know, as soon as I begin to speak, she'd have Harry and Ron join the conversation. And quite frankly, I don't really want to here my brothers input on Malfoy. Because he and I, well, everyone for that matter, knows how they feel towards each other.

Harsh embarrassment, mama bird, or discipline from friends and brother? Pitch me off the side of the astronomy tower!

Hermione it is.

I plop beside her in one swift movement, keeping my head down towards my quill. I can't help but get scared of her silence, spinning the silver ring around my finger continuously, anxious to hear her first word. "Malfoy, seriously? Why were you with him? Why didn't you seemed frightened at first? I don't know what is, or was, going through your thick skull, Y/n Faye Black, but you, Harry, Ron and I are going to have a talk in the Gryffindor common room after classes. And you better come-" She scolded sternly in a harsh whisper. Y/n Faye Black. This can't be good.

She only ever calls me by my full name is she is furious with me. Is being "walked to class by Malfoy", really that infuriating? "- Have you seen the look on Harry's face? He is distraught Y/n Faye. Distraught!" She states, mentally frazzled, that one.

"In conclusion, 'Y/n Faye Black', your prediction was right! This is going to be one hell of a day!" The little voice in the back of my head applauds, mimicking Hermione's name for me.

Class had felt like an absolute eternity, with Snape's constant glares, and commands for me to "hush" even though I wasn't even the one talking, Hermione's non-stop ramble about this and that, and Jacks notes he had kept trying to pass to me. Maybe I should've sat with Parkinson.

"Hey Y/n!" Harry called out from the doorway of potions. I huff, amused that he isn't yelling at me, or dragging me to an empty corridor to give me yet another lecture. "Oh, it isn't 'Y/n Faye Black'?" I question, with my eyebrows raising slightly. He shakes his head no, while giving me a reassuring laugh, letting me know that he really isn't that concerned.