Jealousy; Draco Fanfiction

Black, In The Castle?

Everybody's favourite lesson automatically became Defence Against the Dark Arts after the first day. They began to study, after the Boggart incident, Red Caps, which were nasty small goblin-like creatures which 'lurked wherever blood had been shed', in the darkest areas of the castles and deserted battlefields, awaiting those who had lost their way. After Red Caps, Kappas were their next subject.

The hallways were filled with whispers of what happened during the Boggarts lesson, with the boggart taking the form of Snape once it was Neville's turn, which leaded to him being even more bulled in the Potions lessons, and more annoyance from the Slytherins on Draco's part.

"I wonder if Snape's heard about it". Whispered a shy looking Gryffindor, who was too busy hiding their face at the thought of Snape yelling at them even more at the start of lesson.

"You reckon he's taken points from that idiot for making a fool out of him like that? I would've. How EMBARRA- ouch!" Draco had just been silenced by the only one who could. Nova was looking at him with great disgust, she picked up her book bag, and carried it over towards the spare seat between Neville and a boy called Seamus, who looked at her with confusion.

"Who are you and why are you probably the nicest Slytherin to have ever existed?!" Whispered Seamus, in a rather thick Irish accent, which took Nova by surprise; he had the same reaction when she spoke. "You're AMERICAN!"

Neville and Nova had giggled at this, up until the whole class had went completely silent at the crashing of the classroom door closing with a slam. Snape had stormed in to the room, his face a lot more sour looking than usual, which, Nova thought, would've been impossible.

"The first person to open their mouths about an incident which occurred this morning will be punished . . . most severely . . ." Snape, looking even greasier with his back turned to the only window, said in the coolest tone which had sent shivers down Nova's back. She had looked around the room, expecting her eyes to meet with Harry's, Ron's or even Hermione's. However, they, too, were watching Snape with their full attention, almost like they were prepared to be punished for even looking away.

That potions class went by eerily slow. There were only small whispers across the room, and only when students were asking to borrow a knife to chop ingredients, or asking about their next lessons ("I've lost my timetable already, could I borrow yours?"). Snape was silently gliding in between the rows of students, looking in to each ones' cauldron, sometimes with a small eyebrow raise, which, Nova thought was a look of approval, others with much disgust, but no surprise. He had suddenly made it in front of Nova, and she felt her heart reach her throat, and all of a sudden she began to feel extremely nervous.

"Hmm . . . you remembered to bring your own ingredients this time, I see . . ." Snape slowly sneered while looking in to her cauldron. "Bring a small vial to my desk at the end of this hour. I wish to grade it, and only yours."

Nova's heart had sank right to the bottom of her stomach. Seamus and Neville were looking at her with what looked like fear in their eyes - were they worried for her? Did this never happen?

Why was she the only one to bring up a vial to his desk?

The rest of the lesson went by, the cauldrons were magically emptied, except for Nova's. She filled up a small vial, and ever so slowly carried it to the front. The class hadn't been dismissed, so, while walking towards the tall, hooked nose Snape, she could almost literally feel the eyes of every single person sitting there burning holes in to her spine. She gently placed the vial on to the desk, and awaited her grading.

Snape picked it up, and turning it around in his fingers, shining it to the light, he could see specs of silver - and with a look of pleasure on his face, he faced Nova, stood up, handed her back the vial, and said ever so clearly that the whole room could hear,