𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐒𝐢𝐱

Harry Potter had completed an assignment better than me for the fifth time. Is the world coming to a tragic end after all?

"Very nice my boy!" Professor Slughorn, Hogwarts new potions teacher praised Harry, patting his shoulders with a smile. The dark-haired boy grinned proudly, and I noticed that he clutched the book in his hands tightly.

Rolling my eyes in annoyance I turn back to face my cauldron, throwing in a few Scarab beetles into the mix. Potions this year was a little more challenging than the last, but I was still managing to complete all the task.

Just not in first place like the Wizarding world's chosen one. I didn't understand how someone managed to get so good at something over damn night because he surely wasn't this good when Snape taught this class.

"Draco you are going to set fire to it." I informed when he begins overly pouring random ingredients. "And adding onto that, Felix Felices takes months to make. Slughorn said brew your favorite simple spell."

The blonde quirky looks up from his newer cauldron at me with a glare covering his face.
But I was telling the truth, the Felix Felices is hard to brew and was a long process and over
adding ingredients wasn't going to make it any shorter -- it's only going to make a mess.

I have made the decision that I would no longer hand my advice out to Draco and his sudden nasty attitude. My eyes turned over to Theodore who's standing beside me, throwing some random ingredients in his cauldron.

When I realize that he's not making a real potion I scooted away from him because he might cause an fire as well. Blaise and I were the only two at this table that seemed too be
doing reasonable potions.

As I began stirring my spoon to the right my gaze wandered around the classroom, landing on the back of Ron's head. An hint of revulsion twisted up in my stomach when I remembered that he bluntly called me a cunt.

I'll admit that I can be insolent and maybe sometimes a little cheeky but a cunt? That's taking the insults way to far. He would not like it at all if I spoke my opinions about his family and how their an disgrace to every pureblood.

Funny how he always tooted his nose up disapprovingly at me when I was the better person in this situation. Since that night that he called I haven't uttered a word to him while we were forced to guard the corridors.

Just like with Draco, I'm not going to waste worthy breaths on a asshole. There was better things that I could be doing and worried about. Like how I was going to get my spot as the best student in every single subject back.

Ron looks up from his fuming cauldron and whipped his head around, obliviousness that was once his disappears. Similar too the first day that we were watching out Ron looked not put together and it still bothers me.

Everything about him bothered me -- the stupid way that he'd never fail to bring up Harry and Hermione while we're speaking. Those scowls that he sent me often and not to forget the fact that he's rude.

The feeling of hands wrapping around me, shrieking and other panicking noises pulls me out of my thoughts. Coming into my surrounds I realize that something has caught fire but it's not until I look down that I realize it's me.

There was a small flame on the sleeve of my house robe, looking up at Draco I scowled -- had I not just tell him that If he's to keep on with his stupid nonsense that a fire will start. Panic didn't fill my body because I have dealt with bigger fires than that.

As I lifted my hand up to stop him Blaise casted a water spell that wet up the entire left sleeve of my house robe. I couldn't get mad at him because he was just trying to help me but I think it's very clear too see that the fire was not that much water to put out.