Who do you see? || Draco x o/c

12. confrontation

A few days passed and I spent most of my time getting ready for the Quidditch match. Since my arm had recovered, I had been doing much better in our practices and I felt ready for the match, but my anxiety was getting worse.

Classes were going okay too since it was still quite early on in the year, but we were finally in November, and I must admit I was excited for Christmas.

I hadn't spoken to Malfoy since he defended me against Crabbe, but I couldn't resist looking for him every time I walked into the Great Hall or every time I passed the corridor where I knew his group liked to hang out in since it was near their common room. 

He hadn't bothered to speak to me either, and I'm sure we both didn't know where we stood, but we both were too stubborn to go out of our way to speak to one another and sort it out.

I just tried to ignore it and pretended that it would just go away, but I knew deep down that that was impossible.

As the first week of November came around, my first class was defenseagainst the dark arts, which I quite liked this year since we had a new teacher, Professor Lupin.

He was much nicer than our last one, who I wasn't too fond of. In fact, I think he is the first seemingly normal defense against the dark arts teacher that we have had.

So that's why I wasn't too bothered when I was slightly late, knowing that Professor Lupin wouldn't make a big deal of it.

I didn't plan to be late, but I didn't get the best sleep and I woke up exhausted, not wanting to go to class at all.

But as I walked there, I decided it would probably be best to run instead, if I was only two minutes later, Professor Lupin wouldn't mind, but if it was five minutes or more, it would be hard for him to let me off.

I opened the door to the classroom with my book clutched in my arms, my heart dropping when I saw Snape stood at the front instead of Professor Lupin.

"Late again?" He glared, his arms crossed.

"Sorry sir, it won't happen again." I mumbled before hurrying in, sitting down next to Harry who shot me a weak smile, not looking impressed at the fact that we had Snape instead too.

I leaned closer to him, "Where's Professor Lupin?"

He shrugged and turned to Snape as he walked down the aisle, "Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?"

Snape stopped in his tracks and frowned, eyeing Harry suspiciously, "That's not really your concern is it, Potter?" He continued walking after glowering at the two of us, "Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time."

He then stopped behind the projector, flicking it with his wand.

"Turn to page 394."

We all examined the page, exchanging confused looks when it was a topic none of us recognized.

"Sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks." Hermione spoke up, making me frown since I didn't remember seeing her sat in class with us. "We're not meant to start that for weeks." 

"Quiet."

Ron on the table next to me and Harry leaned over, his wide eyes darting between us, "When did she come in? Did you see her come in?"

Both me and Harry shook her heads, all three of us exchanging confused glances but deciding not to question it.

I quickly read over the textbook to try and familiarize myself with the new topic we would be doing, even though I'm sure once Professor Lupin came back, we would go back to our normal topic.