Lover over Brother

Chapter 12

Draco's POV

I just had to be paired with scarneck. I guess I shouldn't be complaining though. My sister was paired with the infamous Harry Potter, that annoying piece of shit. I can't even imagine what Hailey's going through right now. Must suck.

Jules shot me a look. I was not going to be the one to come over there. I shrugged my shoulders and got my book out.

I noticed her rolling her eyes and standing up, approaching me and sitting right beside me.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Sitting next to my partner?" She said in a confused manner.

"Yeah but did I say you can sit right next to me?" I raised one of my eyebrows, being totally serious.

"Does it really matter? We were assigned to sit next to each other I don't get-"

"Yes it matters."

"Than where the hell do you want me to sit?!" I could begin to tell she was getting aggravated, so a smirk formed in the corner of my mouth.

"Right at the edge please", I said smugly.

She furrows her brows, "Most definitely not."

"Most definitely yes", I pushed her by the shoulders off the chair and she falls out of it.

"OW!" she winced.

I laughed and began getting out the ingredients for the potion, looking down at her and grinning, pulling my hand out for her.

"Need a little help there do you?"

She looked down at my hand that was set before her, "What is this?" She asked in total confusion. Wow, she was dumb.

"A hand."

"Well no shit but for what?"

"To help you up. Duh."

"Don't play this game with me, I know what you're gonna do."

I smirked, knowing exactly what I was gonna do, "I'm not gonna do anything I promise!" I stifled a laugh.

She huffed, hesitantly grabbing onto my hand, "Fine, but I called it."

I start pulling her up, halfway through rethinking my plan- I mean, she isn't TOO bad. Should I let her fall? That would be kind of rude considering- ugh! Ew! Wait, what are you thinking? Of course you should let her fall!

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I help her all the way up? Huh? I stare down at her hand for a second before looking up at her face.

She looked a bit taken aback, "That's surprising."

Yeah- even for me...

"Erm-" I shake my hand off and push her back by her shoulders, "Yeah whatever, let's get to work, were not getting anywhere", I huff and gather the rest of the ingredients as she sits down. Of course she wasn't going to do anything. Potter's are full of no good....nothings.

She scans the book and the directions, "I'll mince the daisy roots."

"No", who does she think she is? Mince the daisy roots my ass. I mince the daisy roots. I DO.

She furrows her brows and turns her head to look at me, "What? Why not?"

"Because that's my job", this frustrated me. The daisies are always mine!

"Who said that was a rule?", Oh the audacity she has.

"Me."

She rolls her eyes and huffs, "Fine- whatever, than can I....peel the Shrivelfig?"

"Pft, yeah no", mine as well, "You can get the rat spleen", she deserves that ingredient, thank me.

She gives me a disgusted look, "What? Rat spleen?! No!"

"Yes!" I say in an exaggerated tone. She is SO damn dramatic. She's acting like the rat spleen is any more disgusting than her.

She narrows her eyes and straightens up, "Okay, what else do you want me to do? Slice the fucking caterpillar?"

"Actually yes- and how do you think your mother would feel about this language of yours?" I smirk, that was a good one, wasn't it.

She shoots me a glare and pushes me back a bit, "Oh- ya know. I don't think she would GIVE A SHIT. Especially if I use it on someone like you."

Now, I have to admit, I like the way she takes my insults. Although I do get one in return but it's better than her brother, he's sensitive. She's a little less sensitive- and doesn't need her pathetic friends to handle things for her.

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Our partnership was just a crud load of insults shot back and forth, a few things thrown around, but all sensitivity was blocked out. I have to admit- it was amusing. But let's not get into that. Our potion was a success, thanks to me, and we were dismissed to go to our next classes.

|Diviniation, Arithmacy, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts|

Were my classes for today. My professors have always said I was pretty talented in all these subjects. My wand possessed hawthorn- which I've heard is only placed in the hands of a wizard with proven talent. I don't let these things get to my head though. I feel as if letting the good things get to you will only keep you from getting better.. and I need to get better.

Way better.

For my father.