in which lucy armstrong, smells a certain blonde slytherin in a love potion, and realizes that she is completely infatuated with him, despite the fact that falling for him could cost her everything.
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"The dark arts are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal," drawled Professor Snape. Lucy stifled a yawn as she sat in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, unfortunately next to Theo. Her head rested in her hand as she listened halfheartedly to Snape.
The classroom was dark and gloomy, seeing as the magnificent windows were covered with ugly black drapes, and the only source of light came from various flickering candles throughout the room. Gruesome paintings of people being killed or tortured in horrible ways adorned all of the walls. Beside her, Theo was trying to draw his own version of the paintings, featuring Harry Potter and a giant boulder.
"Now," interrupted Snape as he walked down the aisles of desks, his greasy black hair hiding his face. "We have yet to learn nonverbal spells in this class. So, can someone tell me what are the advantages to a nonverbal spell?"
With no surprise, Granger's hand shot up.
"Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic you're about to perform, which gives you a split second advantage,"
"An answer taken word for word from your textbook," retorted Snape, his lip curling.
This caused the Slytherins to snicker as Snape went into depth on nonverbal spells.
"Armstrong,"
Lucy sat up in her seat and turned around to see Draco. Her heart skipped a beat as his cool eyes met hers.
"Yes?" she asked nervously, twirling her quill in hand.
"It's Thursday," he informed her with a cheeky smirk. "We have Prefect duty at nine,"
"I want a six-page essay on nonverbal spells on my desk next week," Snape announced to the class, interrupting their hushed conversation.
"See you tonight," Draco said under his breath as they filed out of the classroom.
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After dinner and hours of attempting to teach Theo how to do nonverbal spells, Lucy retreated back to her room. She curled up upon her bed, skimming through the Daily Prophet. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the mahogany door of the dorm.
"Are you bloody ready yet?" called out Draco impatiently from behind the door.
Lucy quickly pocketed her wand and opened the door to leave. His lean figure filled up the entire door frame, while his mouth formed an easy smirk as he pushed right past her and into her dorm.
"Malfoy!" she exclaimed in shock as he wandered about the room curiously. It was clear he was fascinated to see what would be in her corner of the room.
"Oh, this must be yours here, hm?" he remarked as he looked upon Lucy's dresser. There was an assortment of rocks from the Black Lake, her perfume bottle, and an opened sugar quill on top of it. A picture of her and Arielle smiling during last Christmas was encased in a delicate picture frame. He opened the top drawer, picked something out, and then turned to look at her with a huge smirk.
