Roses are Red; MRXY/N WEASLEY; Book 1

Chapter 17; The Obstacles

✨You better fucking live✨

"So we're doing this? Today?" Enzo asked as we walking down the stairs for breakfast.

"Yup," Hermione smiled. 

"How are you smiling right now?" Ron asked, bewildered.

"Because I want to know who this person is."

"I'm just excited that I won't have to worry about this person again after this," I jumped in.

"Me too," Harry agreed.

We walked into breakfast. Today, everyone sat down at the Slytherin table. 

As we sat down, I saw Snape give us a curious look. A couple of weeks ago he had said something that I haven't been able to get out of my head. 

We were just walking, Riddle, Draco, and Enzo were somewhere else, I don't even remember where. 

The rest of us were walking down the hallway talking about what was happening.

Then we heard a deep, slow voice behind us, "Be careful, you wouldn't want anyone to think you're," Snape looked from Harry to me. He looked me right in the eyes as he spoke, "Up to something."

I kept staring, unable to look away. He kept staring too. Eventually Raine grabbed my arm and dragged me along.

But I can't stop thinking about it. 

Does he know what we're doing?

Is he trying to scare us so we stop?

But the one that's been haunting me; Is Snape the professor terrorizing us?

It couldn't be. 

Snape wouldn't do that to me, Harry, maybe. But not me.

He likes me. He always favors me.

Why?

No one knows. But he does.

"Sage? Hello?" Pansy was waving her hand in front of my eyes.

"Huh? Yeah? Sorry."

"We were asking who you thought the professor was," Astrid filled me in.

"Well-" I looked at Snape, "I don't know. I'm getting a weird feeling from Snape, but I don't think it's him."

"Well it is," Ron concluded.

"We don't know anything, we can't jump to conclusions," Enzo said cooly.

"We can jump to this one," Hermione said, shrugging her shoulders and reaching for a waffle.

Harry looked at his watch, "It's 7:40, we should probably head out."

We all went back up stairs and grabbed our things for Defense Against the Dark Arts. 

We walked into the room and saw that we were the first ones there, except for Professor Quirrell. But he was murmuring something to himself.

We all stayed quiet and looked at one another. I took a couple steps closer, Riddle grabbed my arm. I turned around and nodded, as if to say, 'It's fine.' He sighed and took a step with me. We took a few steps until we could hear what he was saying. 

"Sir, you want to do it now?" 

Me and Riddle looked at each other with confused expressions.

"I can't."

Then another voice, "You will." 

I jumped in surprise, I was so confused. Where did that voice come from?