enemies to lovers ~ harry potter

2. defense against the dark arts

the next day, i woke up to pansy shaking me. "fuck off pansy, i wanna sleep!" i groan, trying to go back to sleep as she still shakes me. just as i fell back to sleep, she took the blanket away and the cold breeze throughout my body wakes me up. i turn around and give her the deathliest stare.

"yes, i know," she said. "you're not a morning person, but we're gonna be late for class if you don't hurry up lia"

i get up, rubbing my eyes because they're still blurry from me being half asleep, i examine the dormitory and realise everyone's gone. it instantly clocks in my brain that i probably need to hurry up. i rush and get into my robes then i run out of the dungeons fixing my hair as i'm running. i then run into someone familiar.

"watch where you're going, potter" i snap. "just because you're going insane because he's back, doesn't mean i'm gonna treat you different than i always have." i see him raise his eyebrow in shock.

"fuck off," he snaps bitterly. "i don't need your sympathy." i snort and shake my head.

"but you need everything to be about you, you want everyone's full attention, so therefore i'd say you need people's sympathy," i retort as i walk away, me and pansy both laughing and giggling as we walk to potions. we also meet draco, crabbe and goyle there. but i can also see harry with his little gryffindor friends.

"look at him," i point to harry. "all alone with only his 2 little friends giving him sympathy. poor harry potter." they all certainly heard me because they all turned around to look at me, then suddenly i see ron rushing toward me. until draco stands infront of me.

"stay away from my sister, weasley" he snapped through gritted teeth. "you don't hit girls, especially her." ron looks at me then my brother for what seems to be minutes and walks away when hermione comes up and whispers something to him. it takes me a few seconds to realise everyone has gone quiet and is watching us. i feel embarrassed and gratefulness for my brother, mostly embarrassed that the spotlight was on me.

overall, potions went well, just the usual of snape favouriting us which we all bask in. but next is defence against the dark arts with professor umbridge, i've never really met her, i just know her from the ministry because of my father having connections with the ministry, but she seems quite bitchy so i'm not getting my hopes up. i mean pink is her personality, that's a red flag. but either way, i despise it anyway. "save me a seat," i plead. "i'm gonna piss myself." and i run away.

when i get into class she isn't even there yet, and i find the only seat available is next to harry, and i don't know what to think. could the thoughts i had of him last night just be because i was hungry and tired? or were they real? and even if they were, i'd keep them in until i get over him because i'm not betraying my family like that. and i don't think i could ever just because of how annoying he is. the thought of him makes me so angry inside.

i reluctantly sit down next to him and he glances at me which i can feel on the side of my face. "turn around mate," i roll my eyes as i open my book and pretend to be reading it so he thinks i'm busy. he kisses his teeth at me and looks away. he's so fucking annoying.

the lesson turnsmout to be boring at the start, until hermione pops up with a question. i hate her just as much as i hate harry, she's such a teachers pet. "well, there's nothing in this book about using defensive spells." i have to be honest, she is right about that one, i realised that as i flicked through a few pages in my book.

"using defensive spells?" she repeats with a very annoying chuckle. "i don't know why you would need to use magic miss granger, surely you aren't expecting to be attacked in class?"

"we're not going to use magic?" weasley pipes up loudly. i want to turn around and tell them to shut up, but i'll wait.

"students will raise their hand when they want to speak in my class mr-"

"weasley," he interrupts, throwing his hand in the air, a lot of others joining him. just let her get on with the lesson your question was answered.

"another question, miss granger?" umbridge rolls her eyes impatiently, i share my feelings with her.  "but surely," hermione starts, "the point of learning defence is to learn how to defend ourselves."

"miss granger, you are not going to question a ministry-trained educational professional, are you?" her voice is now shaking with anger. they're all just annoying me now, even her for letting it carry on for this long.

"no, but-"

"you will be learning spells in a risk-free way" she snaps, trying to declare her authority, but it is funny seeing her unable to control a few gryffindors.

"like what?" hermione scoffs unable to take it anymore. "what use is it if we get attacked, i doubt reciting a book will help us save our lives."

"hand, miss granger" but hermione didn't seem to care at this point, harry however had his hand waving in the air like a chicken trying to fly away, i giggled at him out of embarrassment for him.

"now, you al,have been frightened into thinking a certain dark wizard and his army have come back-"

"we have not been frightened," hermione snaps.

"your hand is not up miss granger!" she interrupts. "and anyway who would want to attack young people like yourselves."

"i don't know, maybe lord voldemort," harry stands up and declares, mocking her childish voice while saying it.

"detention, mr potter, 5:00 every evening this week, my office." she shouts, turning her back and trying to end the debate.

"oh my god potter just shut the fuck up!" i shout, "i've seen it in the prophecy enough i'm sick of hearing it, especially from you. fucking hell just let her get on with the lesson and ebay's this another time."

"detention for you too, miss malfoy, same time as mr potter for the rest of this week," she sniggers, i feel my anger building up even more from this. i stand up.

"what the fuck, what for?" i shout. "for trying to stick up for you and help you get on with your lesson. because if it's for that, you're being a bit ungrateful."

"for bad language in my classroom, use bad language like that again and we'll addd another week onto it, and you wouldn't like that would you miss malfoy?" she chuckles to herself.

"do you know what i've fucking had enough of this, you're focused on the bad language instead of me helping you and fucking sticking up for you? i knew you ministry people were self centred but fuck me this is going over the top," and i walk out, leaving her in shock.

"another weeks of detention, miss malfoy," she shouts as i walk out.

"i don't give a fuck."