Dandelions

18

Adrian POV

To say Maya Bagnold was annoying would have been an understatement. A day ago, the girl had spent five hours dancing in my arms, she even planned to accompany me to the dungeons. Yet, today morning she walked into Snape's class, greeted me with nothing more than an eye roll, and immersed herself in her Potion's textbook.

"Whoa, not even a hi?" I grabbed the drab book and snapped it shut.

"Today we will prepare the Sleeping Draught. Turn to page 267 of your textbook." Snape interrupted. The class flipped through their books while Bagnold and I just glared at each other.

"Piss off Pucey, I have a potion to make," she scorned.

"What is your problem? You are just going to sit here and pretend nothing happened?" I studied her expressions.

Why is she so difficult to read?

A deep furrow appeared between her eyebrows as she leaned into me. "Give my book back." She hissed between gritted teeth, laying equal emphasis on each word in the sentence.

"Here you go, you ungrateful little witch." I slid the book across the table, grabbed my textbook, and headed over to the ingredient cupboard. I wanted some time away from Bagnold and admired the large closet packed with weird ingredients to kill time. I wandered aimlessly for a while before Snape dragged me back to my seat. Bagnold was lost in her potion, or so I thought.

A feeble "Hi" come from her direction.

"I am sorry if I ruined your Saturday evening," Bagnold said as she shut the lid of the cauldron and turned her attention to me.

Ruined it? You made my evening you stupid Ravenclaw!

"You didn't have to. You should just have left me with Jeremy and enjoyed the night with your friends," she went on.

And let go of the opportunity to dance with you, twirl you in my arm, smell the sweet fragrance of your hair? Not in a million years!

"The night is a blank for me, but I hope I didn't cause too much trouble."

"You don't remember the part when you insisted on fucking me?" A little exaggeration was not going to hurt anyone. Especially when there were no witnesses.

"I WHAT?" She seemed flabbergasted. Color began to rise in her cheeks. I could tell she found it difficult to maintain eye contact. "I didn't mean it. I... I..." she struggled for words.

"Not to mention you tried to get me out of my clothes in the middle of a crowded pub. Girl, you need to learn to curb your desires." I watched in amusement as Bagnold lost her composure. She looked around to make sure Professor Snape had not heard me. Then she scooted onto my side of the bench and bought her face in line with mine.

"Please tell me that is not true Pucey." She said on the verge of tears. She started to blabber. The words sexual assault and expulsion came up in her ramble.

The look of anguish on Bagnold's face made me sad. "Don't worry about it. It's all good, you wanted a closer look at my wound that's all. Once I showed it to you, you stopped molesting me. You did say you wanted to fuck me, loud and clear, on a loop. I don't blame you, common just look at me!" I admired my reflection in a windowpane. "Who could resist that?"

Bagnold looked like she was going to erupt into tears, but instead, she burst into a loud fit of unrestrained laughter. It was the first time I had seen her laugh so hard. I made a mental note to capture this memory in the mini Pensieve my parents had gifted me last Christmas.

The contents in the cauldron began to bubble and Bagnold immediately shifted her attention back to the assignment. One look at the bubbling yellow fluid and her hand shot up in the air. Within the next second Professor Snape was at our table.