I Have To Tell You Something (d.m x reader)

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We went to the infirmary, to check up on the students we accidentally dyed purple and blue, and to check up on our own injuries.

We saw our potions professor standing to the side with McGonagall, discussing the events.

"Alright, we should own up to it." She told me.

"No, I don't want a detention!" I quietly protested to her.

"A detention is the least of your worries!" She quietly responded, grabbing my white collared long sleeve shirt as we made our way to our professor.

Her hands were occupied with holding a severed arm and my own, so I tapped his shoulder.

"Professor, McGonagall," Y/n greeted, a bit of worry on her face.

"Are you alright dear? Not affected by the potion at all?" She asked us both. We shook our heads.

Our professor crossed his arms.

"Actually, we must confess something," I started quietly.

"Yes?" He drawled.

"Well, that was our potion that did.. that." I admitted for us.

"You are the insolences that have pulled this prank on the school?" He stared at us with anger.

"On a night like this?" McGonagall added.

"No Headmistress.." Y/n started to explain briefly, about the fight with her father and Diggory, but leaving out the bit about what I did.

"And just what is that horrible smell coming from your arms?" He asked referring to her fathers severed arm.

"Never mind that, just a new assignment I'm working on." She responded with a smirk. He ignored her.

"If you had turned that potion in you would have failed, good thing for you that this assignment was discontinued!" He spoke angrily at us. I was about to respond, about how he cared more about the potion than the death eaters for some odd reason, but Y/n beat me to it.

"And just what was this assignment Professor?" She asked rhetorically.

He looked taken back at her manner of speaking.

"Asking us to brew a dangerous potion that could quite possibly kill everyone under no supervision? You are lucky that we brewed it wrong!" She huffed at him, an angry finger pointed to him. McGonagall had her mouth open in shock.

"You are a bad choice for the new potions Professor position," she paused, and I suddenly gained my courage to join in.

"And you came in on the first day, lounged around, propped your feet up on the table with a terrible choice of book in my opinion," I spoke, a quick sense of wit boiling in me at each second. "And you lazily put some potions on the blackboard for us to brew that you had no idea of their contents or what they did!"

Y/n nodded at me then at the teachers. "Terrible choice of book." She repeated.

McGonagall spoke up. "You are dismissed children.. I would like to speak to your professor alone." She eyed him through her eye glasses as he gulped and turned back towards her.

We turned away and slowly walked out. "To hell with our injuries we have been through utterly worse." She spoke as we walked through the corridors.

I laughed with her. "Hey, I have a scratch on my forehead but to hell with it! I can fix it later." She nodded, wrapping my blazer around the arm tightly.

"We aren't done yet I'm afraid." I stopped her and she turned to me.

"Where else shall we go?" She asked, she looked just a bit tired, and I wanted this night to end more than anything else.

I held her wrist tightly and brought out my wand. "We need to get rid of that. I'm apparating out of here, hold tight." Before she could reply, I did just that.