My Own Treachery

Chapter 13 | I Am A Bloody Buffoon

A Note from the Author; This chapter ended up being a bit long, I just felt this chapter couldn't be broken up, you know? Also sorry for the late update! I was getting another story started and I lost the time, ha, So I apologize! I hope you like anyways, my loves!

The next couple weeks passed, it seemed as if Snape had forgotten about my punishment, I was fine with. It meant I could go outside, and enjoy the cool mornings and evenings, as the winter season was slowly starting to take hold of everything. I've made a habit of going outside before my classes, and afterwards just to enjoy the frosty weather. I loved the cold, it was soothing. Usually, in the morning while I was outside, I'd make myself comfortable, sitting on a sheet I'd started bringing with me, that I would usually sit alone on and worked on various things A more like able more, then any one else I knew.

Sitting in the library now, we were having potions class in here, since the older brothers of Ron had set off a stink bomb in the potions classroom. Currently we were tasked with reading up on the next potion, the herbicide potion, though it'd seem I was the only one actually doing the task, as everyone seemed all giddy and excited for the first Quidditch match that was this weekend. Harry was practically jumping out of his seat. Hermione seemed to be trying to focus on the class, but got to enwrapped in the conversation with the Gryffindors. With Draco next to me, he was talking about how the current Seeker for the house had fallen victim to another joke from the Weasley twins, that had left the Seeker, Terence Higgs, terribly ill, causing him to be absent from the match. I had chanted my quill to take notes while I read about the potion. It was pretty basic, but useful, being able to kill or damage most plants. The book even went on to describe the taste of the potion, I wonder who of this class will be stupid enough to drink it. I looked up from my book looking at everyone carefully, first at Draco, no, he'd ask to many questions, then looking at Crabbe and Goyle, they might, they seem to down anything, without question.

As I was about to judge the next person, something had caught my eye, something green and coming at my direction, quickly reacting, I put my hand out in front of me catching whatever it was, a recognizable little, green ball, I knew what it was, so I threw it the way it came, praying and demanded it to be defective. The little ball had been used by, The Weasley twins had been throwing these little stink bombs everywhere, thankfully, the thing didn't go off. It was a defective, I sat back down and let out a breath of relief, Thank heavens.

"Wow, Amber, that was bloody awesome, I didn't even see the stink bomb coming" Draco stated, making it known to me that I was being stared at. Bloody hell, next time I'll just let it go off.

With sweaty palms, I gave a nervous smile, hoping everyone would go back to their talking of the stupid quidditch match. Just as I was about to go back to my book a hand was placed roughly on my shoulder, looking up I saw Snape, who was leaning to one side, favoring his with a wicked gleam in his eyes, which I didn't like.

"I believe I've just thought of the perfect punishment for you, for being out past curfew and on the third floor" He informed me, I tensed up, already guessing the punishment, but still praying I would be wrong. "You'll substitute Mr.Higgs this weekend, as the Slytherin Seeker."

"But, I don't-" I started but he only raised his hand, stopping me from talking.

"No objections, young lady" he said in a warning tone, going on, "I'll let Marcus Flint know during lunch, and you'll spend the next few days practicing, welcome to the team Ms.Ravenclaw" He gave a wicked smile, that was out of ordinary, sending chills through me.

As soon as he had limped away, I slammed my head onto my book, hurting my nose a bit, but I ignored it, I was to infuriated, Oh, bloody hell. If my parents don't hate me for not being in Ravenclaw, this will surly send them over.

"What? That's your punishment? When did you go to the third floor?" Draco started bombing me with questions.

I raised my head up, and looked at him, "a couple weeks ago, before holloween" I went on, feeling the need to explain myself, "It was an accident" I looked over, casting a gaze over towards Harry, Ron and Hermione. I wasn't going to sell them out.