Black and Potter | H. Potter

71 ⋆*⋆:⋆ jealousy, jealousy.

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| JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY |
song: black friday by tom odell and i miss you, i'm sorry by gracie abrams.

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FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK'S POTIONS LESSONS Harry continued to follow the Half-Blood Prince's instructions wherever they deviated from Libatius Borage's, with the result that by their fourth lesson Slughorn was raving about Harry's abilities, saying that he had rarely taught anyone so talented.

Neither Ron nor Hermione were delighted by this, Ara, however, thought it was quite gleeful to see Harry's look of pride each lesson.

Harry had offered to share his book with all of them, Ara had taken up on his offer occasionally, rarely peering into the book whenever she felt like she needed a bit of help. Ron had more difficulty deciphering the handwriting than Ara and Harry did, and could not keep asking Harry to read aloud or it might look suspicious. Hermione, meanwhile, was resolutely plowing on with what she called the "official" instructions, but becoming increasingly bad-tempered as they yielded poorer results than the Prince's.

"Or herself," said Hermione irritably when Harry had referred to the prince as 'himself'. "It might have been a girl. I think the handwriting looks more like a girl's than a boy's."

"It does seem more dainty and elegant than most," Ara agreed.

"Like you would know," Ron laughed, which resulted in Ara grabbing a pillow from one of the couches and throwing it at his face.

"For your information, my handwriting is much better than yours, Ronnie," she said snippily.

"Yeah, right,"

"The Half-Blood Prince, he was called," Harry said, breaking off Ron and Ara's squabbling. "How many girls have been Princes?"

Hermione seemed to have no answer to this. She merely scowled and twitched her essay on The Principles of Rematerialization away from Ron, who was now trying to read it upside down.

Harry looked at his watch and hurriedly put the old copy of Advanced Potion-Making back into his bag.

"We should go, Nyx, It's five to eight."

Ara groaned and threw her head back. Call her lazy, but all she wished to do was stay in the common room and curl up in an armchair. But she had told Harry she'd go with him. She reluctantly stood up after packing her current read, The Cask of Amontillado, into her bag.

"Ooooh!" gasped Hermione, looking up at once. "Good luck guys! We'll wait up, we want to hear what he teaches you!"

"Hope it goes okay," said Ron, and the pair of them watched Ara and Harry leave through the portrait hole.

Ara and Harry proceeded through deserted corridors with Ara talking about the book she was reading and Harry listening intently.

". . .And the book is told from the murderer's point of view, he's trying to get revenge on one of his friends."

"Why does he want to kill him?" Harry frowned.

"Because he insulted him, saying he's not a brother of—"

But she was unable to finish her sentence, for Harry had placed a hand over her mouth and hastily moved them backwards to hide behind a statue when Professor Trelawney appeared around a corner, muttering to herself as she shuffled a pack of dirty-looking playing cards, reading them as she walked.