Don't you dare forget the moon- Harry Potter

Are you single?

I walked out of the Slytherin common room, and began climbing the steps up towards the great hall. I was soon joined by Pansy, Draco, and a friendly boy who introduced himself as Blaise. I pulled open the door- rather easily compared to the door to the dorms. This side of the hall was noisy, and filled with the excited chatter of the Gryffindors. Just as we passed by their table, I winced, as a sharp pain blossomed on the back of my neck. 

"Are you alright, Xasper?" Asked Pansy with a worried expression. I nodded, as found a bent spoon lying on the floor at my feet.

"Who threw that?" Draco said, seething. A group of gryffindors turned around on their chairs, and grinned at us with greedy expressions

"What's wrong, Slytherins?"

"How's it feel getting a taste of your own medicine?" The gryffindors laughed, and called out more insults, but I wasn't listening. I took a step forward, determined to teach the boys a lesson, when a hand roughly grabbed my shoulder. I spun around, and found myself looking into the brown eyes of Psycho; though I could swear those eyes flashed crimson for just a second.

"Keep walking. Ignore them," Psycho's voice was quiet, but intense. I had no choice to comply. I walked towards the Slytherin table, but could feel Psycho's eyes following me the whole time. 

"Meet me on the roof after dinner," Psycho's voice sounded odd, like he was hissing it. I opened my mouth to question him, but he had already moved on. From the confused expressions on Draco's and Pansy's faces, they couldn't understand a word Psycho said. But I didn't have time to linger, since Professor Snape had passed out our schedules. 

After shoveling down some breakfast, we began to navigate our way to our first class.

The classes passed by quickly, as they always seemed to whenever anything interesting was going on. Draco, pansy and I sat together in the classes we shared. But the class we were all looking forward to the most was potions with Professor Snape. As we walked into the darkened classroom, I felt my nerves ease, and let out a breath I hadn't realized I'd been holding. 

We got seated at the table at the very end of the room; Draco to my left, Pansy to my right, and Blaise opposite to us. I stiffened under the stares I was attracting as the students walked through the door. I was relieved when Harry entered, and all stares were redirected towards him instead. 

Professor Snape started the class taking attendance, and I didn't fail to notice that Snape harbored hatred for Harry. When he was done taking attendance, Snape looked up at the class with his cold, jaded black eyes. 

"You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potionmaking," he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word -- like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. "As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I don't expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses.... I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death -- if you aren't as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach."

More silence followed this little speech. Draco and I exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of her seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasn't a dunderhead.

"Potter!" said Snape suddenly. "What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

Hermiones hand shot into the air.

"I don't know, sir," said Harry, sheepishly. I cringed, feeling sorry for Harry, but mostly pity for Snape whose lips curled into a sneer. 

"Tut, tut -- fame clearly isn't everything."

He ignored Hermione's hand.

"Let's try again. Potter, where would you look if I told you to find me a bezoar?

"I don't know, sir," repeated Harry. 

"Thought you wouldn't open a book before coming, Eh Potter," Harry looked away, embarrassed. I clenched my fists, my knuckles turning an even paler shade of white. Snape doesn't seem like a bad person, though he clearly had something against Harry. But he should at least show more self restraint, being a teacher and all that. 

"What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane?"

"That's a stupid question since they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite," I said before I could help myself. Harry shot me a look of gratitude, and I winked.  Snape seemed  the most surprised by my answer, but recovered quickly.

"I believe I didn't ask you, Xasper," Snape shifted his gaze back on Harry, "You couldn't do a thing without your boyfriend here helping you, could you," 

Half the class laughed, while the rest shot nervous glances at me. I however, simply smiled, "My boyfriend? You must mean my cousin Harry," I gave Snape a sideways glance, "...Though, if you wanted to ask If I'm single, you should have just said so,"

War out!