(HP) When Time Isn't Enough

Chapter 8

Aphrodite, Greek Goddess of Love

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The principal hated me. He hated Papa, too. He would always say that my bad attitude came from my lack of a mother. The first time that was mentioned, Papa told him that I originally had two fathers and never had a mother. That seemed to make that dickhead hate me even more.

The more time I spent in the school, the worse the offenses got. The detentions for being late moved on to detentions for not doing the homework, skipping classes, disobeying the teachers and being rude to the other students. My first suspension came after I struck down a classmate during a PE class after he expressed his homophobic outlooks.

Papa was so angry, but he didn't listen to me when I told him how much I hated the school.

I only had a few friends. They would skip class with me. For a few months, that's all we'd do. And still, Papa forced me to stay. We were hated by the rest of the school; we were the outcasts that no one wanted to talk to. I acted as if it didn't bother me, but they seemed so happy, talking about how much fun they had on the weekend with each other. I could never bring any of my friends home. There was too much of a risk there'd be an attack on Papa's life.

I hated Rose and Hugo so much for their life at Hogwarts. I was suffering with those idiots but they loved their lives.

I really couldn't stand being there day after day.

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"Up."

Harry groaned, curling closer to his pillow. The last thing he wanted to do was go to his Potions class. Malfoy and Snape in the one room together, and he'd be shocked to death if Snape was unaware of the sexual tension between the two boys.

"Look, I don't mind if you don't show up for that class, but Hermione will tear you a new one and you know that," Ron continued, shaking the brunette's shoulder. "Come on. You'll miss out on breakfast at this rate."

"I'm not going."

The hands stopped their rocking for a mere moment. "She'll kill you and then she'll kill me for letting you skive out of this as well as everything else."

"Low blow, mate," Harry grumbled, turning around. He placed his glasses on his face, looking up at the redhead. "How am I supposed to go there, Ron? I kissed him." The words were hissed out so the other three couldn't hear him. They were still in the room, preparing for their own classes.

Although Ron's scores weren't high enough for him to enter the NEWTs Potions class, he was still meant to be there for the OWLs class. The two classes were held in the same room at the same time, but the lower level was there with the barest of help from Snape.

"I don't think he's willing to let that become public knowledge, Harry. He'd be just as disgusted as you are."

The pillow was suddenly smashed into Harry's face by his own hands. "I'm not disgusted by it," he admitted weakly. "I want more."

Ron took a step back. "Get up before you need a cold shower."

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Scorpius had begged his dad to let him attend the Potions class. He had wanted to see his Uncle Sev in action for so long, and he was finally given the chance to see the infamous potions master work his magic in the classroom.

Draco had agreed, but told him to stay away from most of the Slytherins. The last thing he needed was for the kid to have little run ins with the people who currently hated him the most, regardless to the Invisibility Cloak. Scorpius was beyond ecstatic at the news.