𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞? (Harry potter x reader)

Chapter - 7

Y/N’s POV:

It was another day at Hogwarts, and I was running late to Potions. Again.

I threw on my robes, glancing at the clock: 11:04 AM. I was already a few minutes behind. Grabbing my bag, I raced down the winding corridors of the castle, barely avoiding Peeves as he zoomed past, cackling.

By the time I reached the Potions classroom, my heart was pounding. I paused at the door, taking a deep breath before pushing it open as quietly as I could.

But of course, Professor Snape had already noticed.

"Ah, look who's decided to join us," he said, his voice dripping with disdain as the eyes of the class turned toward me.

"Sorry, Professor," I mumbled, keeping my head down as I hurried to find a seat.

"Ten points from Gryffindor for your tardiness," Snape added with a sneer. "Find your partner, and do try not to disrupt the rest of the class."

I quickly scanned the room, spotting Harry waving subtly from the back. A small smile crept onto my face as I made my way to the seat next to him.

"Good timing," Harry whispered, leaning toward me as I sat down.

I rolled my eyes, trying to suppress a laugh. "Don’t start."

Snape’s voice boomed through the classroom as he began explaining the potion we were making today. Something about an advanced Wit-Sharpening Potion, which, of course, we were supposed to brew perfectly with a dozen tricky ingredients.

Harry leaned in again, his voice low. “So, how did it go with your mum?”

"Good," I whispered back. "She said she’s eager to meet you."

Harry’s eyes widened a bit. “Really?”

I nodded, smiling at the thought of my mother meeting him. "Don’t worry, she already loves you.”

Harry grinned. “Well, that’s a relief.”

We started gathering the ingredients for our potion. Harry, bless him, was fumbling around, grabbing the wrong items.

"No, Harry—not the unicorn hair, the powdered horn!" I said, nudging him gently.

He looked at me sheepishly. "Oi, I’m trying here!"

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. We worked together in comfortable silence, and somehow, despite Harry’s struggles, we managed to get the potion right.

"Done!" I said triumphantly, stirring the final mixture. The liquid shimmered in the cauldron, the perfect shade of violet.

Harry wiped his brow dramatically. "Phew. That was intense."

"You barely did anything," I teased, grinning.

"I passed you the ingredients!" he protested.

Before I could respond, Snape swept over, his robes billowing behind him. His cold eyes inspected our potion, his expression unreadable. After what felt like an eternity, he dipped a spoon into the mixture and tasted it.

"Hmm... acceptable," he muttered. "Five points to Gryffindor."

The class erupted into whispers, clearly shocked that Snape had actually given us points.

Harry nudged me with a triumphant grin. “Told you I helped.”

I laughed, but quickly stifled it as Snape shot us a glare before moving on to the next pair of students.

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Later that evening, at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall

Dinner was winding down when Ron's eyes widened at the sight of a howler zooming toward him.