Devotion (Snape × Student OC)

10

As we exited the classroom, it was time for lunch. Hurrying over to the trio, I approached them with a gleeful smile on my face. "Did you see what happened to Malfoy?" Harry, looking particularly pleased himself, chuckled as he responded, "Seeing his face like that made me even happier than when I won the Quidditch match."

Ron laughed loudly, his own satisfaction evident. "Wish I had a camera with me so I could capture his priceless expression!" Hermioen rolled her eyes at the boys' amusement but couldn't hide her own amusement. "It was a bit satisfying, I must admit."

I couldn't contain my sly smirk any longer, so I finally confessed my involvement. "I did it!" I exclaimed, unable to hold back my satisfaction. Hermione's eyes widened as she looked at me, her voice dripping with surprise. "You... you did what?" I nodded, my yellow eyes sparkling with a mixture of satisfaction and determination. "He was playing pranks on Neville, so I decided to turn the tables on him."

Ron and Harry exchanged a knowing glance, their expressions both surprised and intrigued. "Bloody hell.." Ron muttered, a hint of admiration in his tone. Harry looked at me, a mixture of disbelief and amusement on his face. "You really took matters into your own hands, huh?"

Hermione's expression shifted from surprise to a mix of caution and curiosity. "It wasn't exactly the right thing to do, you know," she pointed out gently. "But I suppose Malfoy deserved a taste of his own medicine." Harry chuckled, crossing his arms with a hint of admiration. "I never knew you had such a sneaky side to you," he said, raising an eyebrow.

I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment, a mix of shame and defiant satisfaction washing over me. But deep down, I knew Malfoy had deserved it. Ron chimed in, agreeing with Harry's statement, a crooked smile playing on his lips. "Maybe the Sorting Hat made a mistake," he joked. "You should've definitely been in Slytherin, pulling off sneaky moves like that."

Harry chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Well, we wouldn't want to lose such a talented prankster from Gryffindor," he said, his voice laced with mock seriousness. Hermione, always the voice of reason, chimed in while shaking her head, a hint of disapproval in her voice. "While it was satisfying to see Malfoy get a taste of his own medicine, you shouldn't stoop down to his level..."

I let out an exaggerated sigh, my lips forming a pout "I mean, he caused Neville's cauldron to misbehave and cost our house another five points," I said, justifying my actions. Ron, ever the enthusiastic one, chimed in, his expression filled with determination. "Exactly! And next time, I'll join in too!"

But Hermione, the voice of reason, rolled her eyes and interjected, "Oh, for goodness sake, Ron! You're not exactly a prankster master; stop thinking about emulating that." Harry chuckled, finding a hint of humor in the situation. "Yeah, Hermione's right, Ron. You're more likely to explode something than pull off a sneaky prank."

Ron pouted playfully, feigning offense. "Hey, I'm not that bad! I could pull off some pranks too, you know!" I chuckled silently to myself, unable to hold back my amusement as I watched the trio bantering with each other. They're always like this, yet so entertaining... Finally, I interjected, trying to calm the argument."Stop it, guys i'm not going to randomly walk around casting spells on anyone. I only used it on Malfoy because he deserved some payback for his pranks."

We made our way into the Great Hall for lunch, taking our seats at the table. I noticed the trio pulling out books from their bags and carefully searching for something. I took a sip of water and leaned closer to them, curious. "What are you guys doing?"

Hermione responded without looking up from her book, her eyes still scanning the pages. "We're looking for information on a person named Nicholas Flamel. Have you heard of him before?" I shook my head slowly, my brow furrowed in concentration. "No, I can't say I have. Who is he?"

Ron, still searching through the book, added his own thoughts. "We heard his name mentioned by Hagrid, but he wouldn't give us any details." I sighed, feeling a sense of helplessness wash over me. I wish I could help them in their quest, but this topic was completely foreign to me. The trio seemed to be on a mission, and I couldn't shake the feeling they were getting themselves into something dangerous.

The day drew to a close, the sound of the clock echoing softly in the background as I lay in my bed. My thoughts drifted back to the morning's Potion class. I hadn't gotten the chance to apologize to Professor Snape, I thought remorsefully. I pulled the blanket tighter around me, my mind wandering to the terrifying events of that night in the Forbidden Forest. To this day, the memory still haunted me in my nightmares.