𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐑𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Chapter Three

Y/n's Pov

Draco and I head to our first class of the year, Transfiguration. On the way, Draco keeps non-stop rambling about 'Saint Potter' and how he will most likely get lost because he heard he was brought up by muggles.

"Draco, if I'm being honest, you talk about him too much. If I didn't know any better, I would assume you have a crush on him." Draco shows no hesitation in responding.

"What?! Me?! A crush on Potter?!! That is absolutely absurd!"

"Whatever you say, Draco." When we reach the classroom there are already students sitting down writing, a cat at the front sitting on the desk overseeing the work ethic of the class.

"Why is there a cat on McGonagall's desk?" Draco questions. When Draco asks this, I quickly realize why and smack Draco on the back of the head.

"You absolute moron! That is Professor McGonagall!" The cat then turns into Professor McGonagall.

"You would be correct Ms. L/n, please take your seats before class begins." After that Professor McGonagall turns back into a cat as me and Draco head to take a seat at an empty desk.

"How did you know that was Professor McGonagall?" Draco asks me.

"I heard from an older student that pets weren't allowed in the classroom- unless instructed by the professor. That and the only other cat we've seen around the school is Mrs. Norris, Filch's cat. But then again she's always with him..." I reply, taking out my Transfiguration book. While I finish talking, Potter, Weasley, and the mudbloods rush into the classroom looking as if they had just finished a Quidditch match.

"Whew, we made it. Could you imagine the look on McGonagall's face if we were late?" Weasley exclaims, running a hand through his hair. Emma nods at Weasley, a relieved grin on her face.

"I'm so glad she isn't here yet! We'd be in so much trouble if she was." McGonagall jumps off the desks and transforms when they aren't paying attention.

"Um, guys... you might want to look in front of us." Norman mutters, averting his gaze down to the floor.

"Well, would you mind explaining why you five are late? Perhaps if I transfigured one of you into a pocket watch it would remind you to be on time." She seethes while the five of them avoid eye contact with her.

"We just got lost. That's all." Potter assures her.

"Well then, perhaps a map would be better suited. I trust you don't need one to find your seats. Go sit down." Draco and I quietly giggle at the unfortunate quintet.

"See, I told you Potter would be late to class." Draco snickers out while nudging my arm.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever." I chuckle and give him one galleon.

Time skip to potions class

Professor Snape is our potions teacher. I know Snape personally from him being close with my father and Lucius. Also he was Draco's godfather. I have a feeling he's going to target Potter during our lessons, simply because of he and his father's past. I don't know much, only snippets from what my father has told me about his time at Hogwarts. Snape swiftly rushes into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few," He looks over to me and Draco and we smile proudly back at him. "Who possess the predisposition, I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death. Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not... pay... attention." When he finishes his little speech I notice the mudblood, who I've come to know as Hermione Granger, start nudging Potter. Potter finally looks up at Snape, giving Snape the intuitive to walk closer to him