𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 - 𝐑𝐚𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐑𝐞-𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞

Chapter Twenty-Two

Y/n's Pov

The Quidditch begins. It's off to a good start... well as good as it can be. Gryffindor is in the lead, by a few points. Slytherin is trying to gain as many points as possible, cheating along the way, which honestly, kind of angers me.

Draco isn't doing much, he's just following Potter around.

Something happens with the bludgers. The bludgers continuously attack Potter and only Potter, even without a Beater hitting them. I have a massive hunch that they are cursed because normal bludgers (at least to my knowledge) don't act like that.

I scan the crowd to see if anyone can possibly be cursing him, but there is no one suspicious in my sight. I swear, if it's someone from Slytherin, I'm going to lose my shit. I turn to look at the teachers in the box, trying to see if they would do something about it. I squint my eyes as I stare at them. My eyesight is terrible. From where I stand, nothing can be seen. A groan of frustration leaves me as I turn to look back at the game.

Draco and Potter are now chasing each other to catch the Snitch as both of them follow it. The game ends with Potter catching it and breaking his arm in the process. Anything for the win I guess... I bite back a grin as I watch Lockhart cast a spell on Potter, causing all the bones in his body to disappear. I can't help but let out a small giggle as I watch Lockhart flop Potter's arm around though.

Ray's Pov

I'm heading to the dorms and in front of me are L/n and Malfoy. We walk down a hallway and see Mrs. Norris hanging from a lamp surrounded by a puddle of water. L/n stumbles back and crashes into me. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Emma, and Norman are already here reading the writing on the wall. Enemies of the Heir, beware.

"'Enemies of the Heir, beware.' You'll be the next one's mudbloods." Malfoy spits as he reads the writing in blood.

"What's going on?" Filch says, coming into the hall, and it all went south when he looked at the wall. "MRS. NORRIS, YOU, YOU KILLED MY CAT!" He exclaims. L/n is standing next to me and she is looking at Filch like he is crazy. Dumbledore then comes into the hallway and sees us standing there and Mrs. Norris petrified. Dumbledore then attempts to calm Filch down by saying that Professor Sprout and Professor Snape might be able to find a cure for Mrs. Norris.

The next day, Potions is my first class. I honestly don't know how Norman understands this, I can barely differentiate some ingredients because they look so similar! I think Emma's struggling with this too. Glad to know I'm not the only one at least, granted, she's not as bad at it as I am.

At this point I might as well ask Hermione for help. She's my friend, so surely she'd be willing to help, right? Honestly this is the equivalent to math class in the muggle world, but at least I'm good at math. Potions is just another can of worms given to me without my consent... along with L/n who is currently giving me the biggest stink eye as she watches fail to make yet another potion.

The bell rings, signaling the end of classes. But before I get the chance to rush out, Professor Snape's voice causes me to stop in my tracks.

"Ray, I need to speak to you. You aren't dismissed with the rest." Forcing a somewhat polite expression, I turn to face him. L/n stands beside him, an impatient scowl resting on her face as her arms cross over her chest.

"What do you need, Professor?" I ask, diverting my gaze away from L/n.

"Your grades in Potions are... terrible to say the least," He drawls as he steps closer to me. "It's disgraceful to Slytherin. And as much as I'd love to kick you out for it, I can't. So Dumbledore has provided a solution to... your mess."

"And that is...?"

"A tutor. And no, you are not allowed to decline. You're lucky that your tutor will be M.s L/n here and not someone else."

"What? Professor Snape with all due respect, you never-" L/n starts to explain before she is promptly cut off.

"I would appreciate it if you don't interrupt me whilst I'm speaking, Ms. L/n."

"Sorry sir." She mumbles, averting her gaze to the ground. A small spark of gratification runs through my body as I resist a smirk, before realizing what is actually happening.

"I'm sorry, did you say L/n would be my tutor?"

"Yes, Mr. Gracefield, I know you're not deaf, so please, try to pay attention to what I'm saying. Until I see improvement in your grades, Ms. L/n will be your tutor until I see fit." The scowl on L/n's face only deepens at this, and I can't blame her because I'm scowling too.

"Am I understood, Mr. Gracefield?" His tone hardens when he asks this, only enforcing the fact I have no option but to accept.

"Yes. You are." I grumble, ducking my head down to direct my glare at my shoes.

"Very good. The both of you are dismissed." L/n wastes no time in storming past me, making sure to bump her shoulder harshly into mine as she passes.

"Rude..." I mumble, quickly making my way out of the dark classroom.

A/N - A very late Merry Christmas, and a Happy New Year to all of you! We wish all of you and your families a year of fortune. We're very sorry for the late update, we've both been busy recently. 

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