Repeating History -- Fred Weasley x OC ---

III, I Hate This Class

"At least it cant get any worse; What you say to challenge the universe into making your day even more terrible than it already is."

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Potions. The one class I hated more than the other bloody Weasley twin. The one and only class I seemed to struggle with the most, barely squeaking by with an Acceptable every year. Yet here I am, standing outside the doors, watching student after student trickle into the room I dreaded to be in the most. And there was only one thing that could make this worse. But the odds of that happening are very-

"You've got to be bloody kidding me." Can I jump off the highest tower please? Because this class just got so much worse.

I turn around and am faced with none other than Fred Weasley, the biggest dick at this school and the only person that could ruin potions for me more than it already is.

"Any way you're just at the wrong classroom?" My voice is almost pleading, my mind and body hoping and praying that he wasn't actually in my class and this was just all some big misunderstanding.

The smirk hits Fred's face as fast as my words come out and it's at that moment that I know I am completely and utterly screwed for the rest of the year. "Sorry to say princess but this is my class. And trust me, I don't want to be here any more than you want me to be."

Oh, fuck my blood life. Please god at this point you might as well just place a life-ending curse on me because this situation IS LIFE ENDING. It's one thing to have to deal with him out and about, in between classes, and during meal times. But it's a complete other thing to have to put up with him in class.

I looked away from Fred, not wanting to stare at his ugly face or the big smirk that lay on it any longer. I have to make the best of this class no matter what that means.

With that thought in mind, I place a massive smile on my face and walk through the classroom door. It can't get any worse from here, right?

"Took you long enough Ms Baltazar. Ten points from Slytherin for indecisiveness. As for you Mr Weasley, ten points from Gryffindor for loitering outside my classroom and another five for mocking another student." Snape's voice cuts through the entire classroom and the two of us immediately receive dirty looks due to his words.

I scan the room in search of a hiding place and find my favorite one, an empty seat right next to a smiling Kimi. Thank the gods there is at least something good in this classroom. I make a quick b-line for the table only to be stopped by Snape's voice once more. "Not so fast, Baltazar. As a matter of fact I didn't tell a single student that they could sit down." His last two words have the entire class on their feet in mere seconds.

Snape begins to walk around the classroom and I immediately know he's about to try and make an example out of some of us to prove a point he wants to make.

"Before this year began I had a conversation with Dumbledore to get every single one of you placed in this class. Can anyone tell me why I would have done that?" His eyes go from student to student, trying to find someone brave enough to answer and of course, they land on Kimi who has her hand highly raised. "Ms Dominga."

"Does it have something to do with how we scored in your class last year?" Her words make a small smile grace Snape's face, god I envy her for being Snape's favorite student.

"Very good Ms Dominga, ten points to Ravenclaw for getting the answer right and another five points for being reliable. Now, how many of you excelled in my class last year." A few hands shoot up around the room and eventually, about half the class has their hands raised including Kimi and.... There is no way, you have got to be kidding me. Fred Weasley. Why on earth does he have his hand raised? This has got to be some kind of sick joke.