"I hate you Draco!" I scream in his face as Crabbes and Goyle drag me backwards from him.
"Good to know." He chuckles darkly. All of a sudden, he mutters something and I'm thrown back. I smack my head against the wall, and I can feel it bleeding.
"This is what you get for going against your fellow Slytherin." He scoffs, before turning and prancing off like the spoiled rotten brat he is. Jokes on him, as Snape quickly comes around the corner.
"I saw it all happen." He tells me, before muttering a healing spell.
"Thanks Professor." I mumble. You may think that he would hate me too, but Snape is my godfather. Now, he's never been affectionate, but he definitely likes me more than he likes Malfoy.
"Don't take points from our house, they'll blame it on me." I say quietly.
"I won't. But Malfoy will definitely be cleaning cauldrons if I catch him again." He tells me. I giggle a little at the thought.
"And what would his father say about that?" I mock Draco's voice. It makes Snape smile, something that is rare.
"Go get cleaned up." He tells me. I smile.
In Potions, I make mine perfectly. I bring my sample up to Snape. There's a crashing sound behind me. I turn to see that Malfoy knocked my Cauldron over.
"Malfoy. Here. Now." Snape yells. He's terrifying. Potter actually looks happy for once, and honestly I am too.
"Sorry Professor Snape."
"Detention. You will be cleaning this mess, as well as Cauldrons after class."
"My father..." he starts.
"Shut up about your father Malfoy. No one gives a crap about your father, so stop bothering us with this nonsense." I shoot back. He looks at me with hate.
And that was the start of our love hate relationship.
