My Slytherin Boys

Chapter Six

MAEVE GRAY POV

 Walking into the large classroom, I quickly take a seat in the back of the room, smiling at Ginny as she gives me a weird face. Walking over to me, she points back at the two person desk she was sitting at in the front. "What are you doing back here?" she asks. "I saved you a seat."

"I'm not sitting up front," I whisper, flicking my eyes up to the stairs that my dad starts walking down.

"Are you serious?" she asks, "get your butt up, we're going up front. Grabbing down at my bag, she walks back down to her original seat.

Getting up, I shuffle behind her, sitting down in the seat next to her as she smirks at me. Rolling my eyes, I grab my bag back from her, pulling out the Defense Against the Arts textbook.

"Good morning, if you don't know who I am, I am Professor Lupin," my dad introduces himself. Walking in front of everyone, I try not to laugh when he makes sudden eye contact with me. "I don't do introductions with students, you should already know everyone and if not then get to know them on your own time."

"Your dad is an arse," Ginny whispers to me, making me cover my mouth to stop my laugh.

"I've never seen him like this," I whisper back, opening my textbook to the page my dad calls out.

Hearing a throat clear in front of us, turning our heads I see my dad glaring at us before he continues on with his lesson. Kicking Ginny underneath the desk, I shoot her a glare to which she only laughs at.

Listening for the rest of the lesson, I try my hardest to ignore the subtle hits from Ginny. When I feel my phone vibrate for the tenth time in two minutes, I finally sneak it out of my bag.

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Meet me after class

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Maeve

UNKNOWN NUMBER: I don't know your last name

UNKNOWN NUMBER: By the way, this is Blaise

UNKNOWN NUMBER: Ginny gave me your number

Dropping my phone back into my bag, I kick Ginny under the table, swatting at her arm. "Gin!" I whisper.

"I'm guessing you finally got his text?" she asks, smiling as she looks down at my bag.

"What did you do?" I ask.

"Miss Gray, Miss Weasley," both our heads snapped as my dad stepped in front of us. "Both of you will stay after class." Rolling my eyes, I look back down to my opened textbook. Kicking Ginny underneath the table, I shoot her a look. This time instead of flashing me a grin, her eyebrows knit together as she looks at me.

Staying quiet for the rest of the lesson, as everyone else gets up, I just drop my textbook in my bag. "Mae, I'm sorry," Ginny tells me, throwing her bag on the table in front of us. "Look, it's just your dad, he loves us."

"That's not the point," I hissed, watching the last students walk out of the room, my dad starting to walk back towards us. "Everyone thought I was a horrible student. I'm not."

Shrugging her shoulders, she smiles, "you're a Slytherin, nobody expects the best out of you."

I'm fuming now, my hands shaking as my dad steps in front of us. "Girls," my dad calls at us, still using his voice from the lecture. "If you want to talk, at least try not to make it obvious, or not in the front of the room," he tells us, this time his tone back to the soft man I know.

"I'm sorry," I mumble at the same time as Ginny. "Dad, can I talk to you?"

"Of course," he tells me, motioning towards his office at the top of the small staircase. Ignoring Ginny, I walk up the stairs, slinging my bag over my shoulder as I stomp into his office. A couple seconds later, my dad walks in, closing the door behind him. "What wrong Maeve?"