The Malfoy boy and the Potter girl

Classes with Slytherins

I've decided to make Skylar's Slytherin class potions instead because it just fits the story better. If you go back to the last chapter I did publish changes, I hope you enjoy 😊 

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As soon as I left my brother the people around me started acting differently.

The girls would come up and complement me, "Hey, you're the potter girl right? I love your hair!" Said this one Ravenclaw girl.

And the BOYS started acting like they could get anything they wanted and the whole world belonged to them. I was cat-called at least ten times walking down that corridor. "Damn, look at that one!" "Hey sweetheart you free later tonight?" "Wouldn't mind taking her out, maybe I'll get lucky." 

EXCUSE me, I am ELEVEN! Little pervert.

I ignored this and tried to find my classroom, but soon got turned around, and was convinced that I had seen this staircase fifteen times.

"You lost, love?" I spun around to see a tall boy, maybe a year older than me, standing to my left. I hadn't even heard him coming. He had brown eyes, and a smooth complexion. Also dark brown hair, not as dark as mine, but still pretty dark and curly. 

"Who are you?" I asked. He has the Slytherin emblem stitched onto his robes. "I'm Mattheo. Mattheo Riddle." He said extending a hand. 

I shook it and started to say "I'm—" but he cut me off. "Skylar Potter, I know. You're famous even without that show you put on at dinner." He said as his eyes flicked to my scar. 

I blushed, embarrassed by how much everyone seemed to know about me already.

"I don't even know how that happened! One moment I don't have any house, and the next I have two? To opposites at that? And I'm a first year with no training taking classes with second years, on top of everyone already seeming to know who I am, and oh my gosh this day has been a lot to take in!"

Mattheo chuckled slightly and smiled. "Well on behalf of all the Slytherins, I'm glad you're in our house. You deserve to be here and you should feel welcome. Even though I'm guessing at the moment you don't?"

I nodded. My first friend in Slytherin house. I was lucky he was being so nice to me. 

"What class do you have next, I can help you find it if you want?" He asked, and I handed him my schedule. He looked at it and motioned for me to follow. 

"I have the same class. The potions room is right down here, and well get there right on time." 

He led me down a flight of stairs, and along a long narrow hallway to an old brass door, which I entered, and saw that most of the class was already seated. Slytherins and Ravenclaw second years.

Mattheo pointed to them man at the head of the room. "See him? That's professor Snape, he's the potions teacher." 

The same man I had been in the office of the night I arrived was standing at the front of the classroom. "Attention!" He called, "Attention, I am about to give the seating arrangements!" 

He pulled out a long piece of parchment and said, "Riddle with Buragard," Mattheo waved goodbye to me, and went to sit next to a tall Asian boy from Ravenclaw. "Jackson with Zibbini, Calli with Aberforth, Potter with Malfoy..." 

I didn't listen to the rest of the seating chart, because my eyes widened and my brain ran off track. Just the thought of Draco made me shiver down to my very spine, and I could tell that my eyes had gone silver for embarrassment.