Professor Malfoy

7 | teacher's pet

Chapter 7
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"You will start your first Veritaserum on the Full Moon," professor Malfoy announces and grabs a small flask from his desk, "until then, madame Kingsley asked me if you could make some wound cleansing potions for her,"

I roll my eyes and put my head into my one hand on the table. As I do so, some of the strands of my hair fall into my face and I have to lazily blow them away. Glancing at Pansy, she easily catches me staring at her and we exchange annoyed looks.

It's an awfully dull day. The castle is dark and cold due to the weather outside - it hasn't stopped raining since midnight and it doesn't look like it's planning on it. My ears have adjusted to the sound of heavy rain, so I barely hear it anymore.

"It shouldn't take you more than thirty minutes, so get to work right now." He commands us and claps his palms. Mister Malfoy seems to be in a good mood today. I wonder what made him so enthusiastic.

Everyone immediately runs toward the work tables in rush. The potion room is separated from the classroom by big windows and huge piles of books and boxes. Pansy hates the smell in here, I love it. It's a mixture of spices, flowers, herbs and other ingredients, depending on the potion we're making.

Me and Pansy take time to talk while walking there. When I grab my blonde hair and put them into a middle ponytail, I'm ready to work. The potion books are already on our working tables, so I just list the page with Wound cleansing potion and check the ingredients.

Pansy is not paying any attention to her potion, she's chatting with Blaise and Theo. I listen to them only with one ear, because I want my potion to be great. That's the difference between me and Pansy - she doesn't crave good grades, I do. Academic validation is the only thing keeping me going through this school.

Not that I'll ever need half of the stuff we're being taught in real life, but getting good grades does matter to me. Pansy likes to mock me for it, but I just can't help it. Most Slytherins get what I'm talking about.

I always want to be the best. At everything. Even if it's tiring and sometimes miserable.

"...so I told him we can't today. Are you even listening to me?" Pansy asks me and that's when I realize she's speaking to me.

"Sure..." I mumble as I get ready for my potion.

Pansy sighs loudly and leans against the table.

"Anthony wants to meet tomorrow," she whispers.

I almost spill the chamomile extract over the table. Tomorrow? It was all fun and games sending him fake photos for money, but this is different. I'm not sure I'm ready to actually meet him.

"But where? The furthest place we can go is the Broomsticks," I say and pour the extract into my cauldron.

"Yeah, and people would talk,"

"Don't forget Muggles can't even go there," I giggle and glance at the professor.

He's still by his desk, looking into some papers. His outfit is not all black today, what a surprise. The elegant white shirt he's wearing ads a certain youth to his appearance, something that I've never seen on him until now.

"What are we doing tonight?" Blaise asks from across the table without looking at us. He, too, enjoys making potions.

I almost forgot it's Friday today, which means we've been at school for almost the whole week.

"No idea," Pansy mumbles and I shrug my shoulders.

"We could go to the Prefect's bathroom," Theo offers and winks at me with a provocative smile.