Addiction (D.M)

Chapter 6

Back in France, at Beauxbatons, i thrived in potions. Our potions professor, professor Lefèvre, was the free-bird type. Always wearing patchwork skirts and dresses, wild curly hair, and just so fun. She made it easy to love the class and fun to learn, which helped me fall in love with it. The mixing of ingredients to create something entirely different, the opportunity to experiment and make a new potion. I've always loved the possibilities the most about potions. I also think that helping my mom cook in the kitchen since the age of 2 also helped foster the love i have for potions since the concept is quite similar.

That's why i was so excited to go to potions class this morning with professor Snape. That was, until i actually walked into the classroom and realized that, not only was the entire class full and it seems i was late, but also there was only one seat left to choose from, and it was right in front of Draco fucking Malfoy.

Breathe, Fi, breathe. You got this. Why are you even nervous? You're supposed to be getting close to him anyways and this just so happens to work out in your favor. I'm choosing to ignore the part of me that might be just slightly nervous from the mixed feelings i got after unexpectedly sleeping with him.

Yeah, those thoughts are getting filed away for much, much later.

Since i have no other options, i make my way confidently to the only open seat, trying not to make eye contact with anyone because i'm still the new girl and i don't really know anyone except for the students who happen to be a part of the British sect's Order — which includes Snape, of course.

Taking a really quick observation of the classrooms occupants, fuck, i think to myself, because none of the faces i see are ones i recognize, which means i truly do not know anyone in here. Aside from Malfoy, although i cannot really say i know him, aside from physically.

I purposefully try to avoid his eyes even though i feel his burning a hole in the back of my head. Unfortunately, i lose that battle with myself and our eyes meet each others for a quick second. In that second, i can see heat and curiosity swimming in his eyes, but then i quickly lose my nerve and then look away.

Whats wrong with me? Im usually so much more pulled together than this!

Also, how did i even end up late? I thought this class started at 9. Looking at the clock, i realize it's actually 9:05. Putaaain, i almost sat out loud once i realize this whole class has been waiting for me. I must have lost track of time. Way to go, Fi. Awesome first day. I resist the urge to face-palm my forehead.

"Nice of you to join us, Miss Dubois. Class started five minutes ago. Care to explain why you disrupted my class with your tardiness?" I'm frozen in place, staring at Snape, and for some reason, i am scrambling to find words and explain myself.

"I, uh... Désolé, I mean sorry, professor, i lost track of time this morning." Mentally slapping myself because i couldn't think of an actual excuse, i start to set my books down on the desk and lower myself in the seat.

"Do try to refrain from being late to my class again otherwise you might find yourself in detention. Wouldn't want that to sully your perfect track record transferred over from Beauxbatons, now would we? Unless of course you find yourself so above everyone else that you needn't care about being on time? That seems to be the French way." His stare is so searing, and i just know my face is as red as a tomato. Curse my pale skin.

"Of course not professor. It won't happen again, i promise," i reply to him as i finish settling myself down into my seat.

I glance over at the student sitting at the same table next to me and offer a quick apologetic smile and then pull my potions textbook to me.