limerence- d,,Malfoy

chapter two

"Late again Mr Potter!" Snape bellowed from his desk, his eyes like slits.

I turned around and waited for the poor boy just to sit down. He had it rough, and a non-stop problem after another. Harry snuck his head down, walking over to his seat. It didn't take long for Snape to start testing everyone's potions.

Ella snorted, she held back a laugh by biting her finger. I stared ahead at the dirty chalkboard, my fingers circling across the parchment paper. The bubbling sound of the cauldron next to me snapped me back to reality. Professor's greasy head popped up right in front of me.

"Ms Waterhorse, I expect you've studied the work over the holidays?" He cocked his eyebrows but still remained monotone with his voice.

I nodded, trying my best to smile at him. The favour of smile was half received, he made an awkward face. He looked in mass amounts of pain. I always wondered if Snape was as bad as everyone thought. He'd always been fairly nice to me, although I was second to first in his class and in Slytherin.

"I was wondering if you'd be able to help with organising the shelves this afternoon?" Snape inquired, he dramatically flicked his wrist pulling out a vile.

Scoping up the potion, and examining my work. He was impressed, as usual, he was always impressed. I gave a look over to Ella, who was in her own world. She was scribbling down little faces in the margins of her notes. I gave Snape a nod, which was enough for him.

"Very well, Zabini and Malfoy will give assistance as well."

Well fuck.

Might as well through myself into a gutter and let the rain wash me away. Of course, Draco Malfoy and his best friend would be helping. He was a teacher's pet, he definitely had some sort of childhood issue with abandonment. My eyes glared into the back of the platuims head.

Class ended shortly after, and I walked hand in hand with Ella. Her hair stuck out vibrantly next to my own, which looked very plain. Ella began to chatter, she always had something to talk about. It could be one of her deranged theories, or even simply what she had for lunch.

Lucky enough for me, it was a deranged theory.

"I seriously believe that Dumbledore is using a clone, he can't be like here and do all his Dumbledore things at once!" Ella exclaimed, shoving a Hufflepuff first-year out fo the way, she was always venomous to them.

"I'm sure he isn't, he just gets other teachers to do things most likely." I huffed rushing up and down the steps, trying my best to catch up with her.

Ella shook her head, "No you wouldn't know that, have you ever seen dumbledore in a room with Dumbledore."

"No, because there's only one of hi-"

"That's what he wants you to think, broaden your mind." Ella interrupted and whispered the password, the stone snake curved and moved away.

I shook my head, it wasn't worth the argument. My stomach curled with the looming thought of helping Snape today. I gulped down a ball of spit walking up to the dorms. The soft sounds of the underwater lake soothed the anxiety.

Slytherin was by far the best-looking house. That was a difficulty, not a boost, it was true. Parents paid thousands for a whole revamp. The beds are made of the finest silks money can buy and monogamous poster walls. Each girl had her own bathroom, her own wardrobe and her own desk.

My parents like many others contributed too. They decided that having me on a bookshelf was essential. I thought it was rather stupid, none of the other houses had half as much as this. Most of the time it was trashed on a Saturday night. The house parties here were like getting into the hardest club in town.

I slipped off my uniform into something more casual. Jeans and a sweater would do just fine, except it probably would be just fine for Malfoy. But, I couldn't give a rat's arse what Draco Malfoy had to think about me. I shoved on my shoes and scrambled down the staircase.

"Hello sis, going out with your boyfriend?" Valentine perked up, lifting his nose out of his homework, his legs sprawled out over the longe.

"Val, I don't have a boyfriend," I groaned spinning around and plopping down next to him, Valentine shrugged me off.

"Yeah, you've got googly eyes for my best mate." Valentine prodded his finger into my forehead, being his usual annoying self.

I slapped it away, "Do not, and stop telling Mother or Father will cut off my head."

Valentine laughed and returned to his homework. Giving a quick hit to the back of his head, I rushed off to the potions room. It stunk, like a bad smell of mould, or dampness that never goes away. The wooden door stared at me, insulting, with the barge of y shoulder I made my entrance.

There they stood, all three in a round circle. One's deep brown eyes were in slight confusion, another infiltrated with silent rage.

Spit.

Spit formed in my mouth, lots of spit. I swallowed hard, making my way over to them. I usually didn't feel small, but I felt small. Like a mouse next to a lion and snake.

"Ah, glad to see you Ms Waterhorse!" Snape boomed, beckoning me forward.

I'd rather be dead.