Enemies to Lovers Draco Malfoy x Y/N Y/L/N

Chaos in the Classroom

A/N: I do not like what I wrote for this chapter... 

The next morning, the second-year students gathered in Greenhouse Three for Herbology. Professor Sprout entered, her cheerful demeanor setting the tone for the class.

"Morning, everyone," she said, tapping the stand to get everyone's attention. "Good morning, everyone."

"Good morning, Professor Sprout," the students responded in unison.

"Welcome to Greenhouse Three, second years. Today, we're going to repot Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of the Mandrake root?" Professor Sprout asked, surveying the students. Hermione's hand shot up.

"Yes, Miss Granger?" Professor Sprout acknowledged.

"Mandrake, or Mandragora, is used to return those who have been petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it," Hermione explained confidently.

"Excellent, ten points to Gryffindor!" Professor Sprout said with a smile. "Now, as our Mandrakes are still only seedlings, their cries won't kill you yet, but they could knock you out for several hours. That's why I've given each of you a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. Please put them on right away."

The students quickly donned their earmuffs, securing them tightly. Professor Sprout demonstrated the process: "Watch me closely. You grasp your Mandrake firmly, pull it sharply up out of the pot," she said, pulling up a plant to reveal a root that resembled a monstrous screaming baby. The students gasped in alarm. "Got it? Now, dunk it into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm."

As Professor Sprout continued, Neville Longbottom suddenly collapsed to the floor.

"Longbottom's been neglecting his earmuffs," Seamus Finnigan observed.

"No, ma'am, he's just fainted," Seamus corrected.

"Very well, just leave him there. On we go. Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake and pull it up," Professor Sprout instructed.

The students set to work, carefully handling their Mandrakes. Draco Malfoy, however, was more interested in teasing his Mandrake, causing it to bite his finger.

"Serves you right, Malfoy!" Y/N called out, laughing as she observed Draco's annoyed reaction. "Maybe you should pay more attention to the instructions."

Draco scowled, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, whatever," he muttered, clearly irritated.

As the class neared its end, the students cleaned up their workstations and prepared to head to their next lesson.

Later that day, the second-years assembled in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. The room was decorated with portraits of its new owner, Gilderoy Lockhart. The door to Lockhart's office opened, and he strutted out, beaming with pride.

"Let me introduce you to your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher: me, Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award," Lockhart announced grandly. "But I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at him." He laughed at his own joke, but the room was met with silence. The girls seemed starstruck, while the boys looked confused.

Lockhart suddenly pulled out his wand. "Now, be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind." He tapped a covered-up cage, causing it to shake. "You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. I must ask you not to scream, it might... PROVOKE THEM!" He pulled the cover off the cage, revealing small blue creatures with wings.

"Cornish Pixies?" Seamus Finnigan asked, peering at the creatures.

"Freshly caught Cornish Pixies," Lockhart confirmed. "Laugh if you will, Mr. Finnigan, but pixies can be devilishly tricky little blighters. Let's see what you make of them now!" He released the pixies, and they immediately began swarming around the classroom, causing chaos.

"Come on now, round them up, round them up! They're only pixies!" Lockhart called, but the pixies were causing mayhem. They grabbed Neville by his ears and hoisted him into the air, dangling him from the chandelier.

"Please, get me down!" Neville pleaded.

Most of the students fled the classroom in panic. A pixie began tugging on Hermione's hair.

"Get off me!" Hermione shouted, struggling.

"Hold still!" Harry said, attempting to swat the pixie with a book.

Lockhart, seemingly overwhelmed, raised his wand. "Peskipiksi Pesternomi!" he shouted, but nothing happened. A pixie grabbed Lockhart's wand and used it to break the chain holding up a dragon skeleton, which crashed to the floor. One pixie gleefully rode the falling skeleton, shouting, "Yee-ha!"

Lockhart scrambled back to his office, trying unsuccessfully to prevent the pixies from carrying off one of his self-portraits. He then turned to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were the only students left in the room.

"I'll ask you three to just nip the rest of them back into their cage," Lockhart said, ducking into his office.

Ron looked at Harry and Hermione. "What do we do now?"

Hermione raised her wand. "Immobulus!" she cast, freezing the pixies in midair.

Neville, still hanging from the chandelier, grumbled, "Why is it always me?"

Y/N, who had been standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle at the scene. "Seems like Lockhart's classes are going to be quite the adventure," she said, rolling her eyes.

As the pixies were rounded up and the classroom began to return to normal, Y/N and the others couldn't help but feel that their Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons would be anything but ordinary this year.