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Alexis’s POV-
A mixture of rosemary and thyme invaded my airways as I slowly slipped into my usual seat next to Hermione Granger. Withdrawing my quills and the necessary potions equipment for the ‘Draught of living dead’, I glanced behind, only for my eyes to meet directly with lifeless ones of Draco Malfoy.
“You seem to have a habit of staring at me Gilbert. Is there something you find interesting?” He asked, the corners of his mouth twitching.
Skyler shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
I cast him my usual glare. “Everything about you infuriates me Malfoy, including your signature smirk.”
He purposely widened his smirk. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Smirk? I never smirk.”
I let out a growl of frustration before turning to face the front once more. Slughorn surveyed the class, smiling.
“Now class, today I shall be assessing you in pairs. Just work with the student next to you and we shall be preparing a simple potion called the ‘sleeping draught. I assume you all have the correct potions equipment?” There was a chorus of ‘yes sir’ “Good, You have on hour.’” Slughorn said before sweeping down the pathway lined with desks and dissapearing out of the door.
I turned to Hermione. “That was a bit odd- Slughorn leaving us by ourselves when we have an assessment to complete.”
Hermione shrugged. “Well the whole school is in turmoil at the moment with ‘you know who' being back.”
“Voldemort.” I corrected her and Ron, who was working on the bench opposite, dropped the jar of flobberworm he was holding. It smashed and the contents seeped out from under the shards of glass. Pansy Parkinson sniggered.
I was about to travel to the store cupboard to fetch another jar of flobberworms when I noticed Malfoy had suddenly become tense and his eyes were alive with fear. Confusion swept through me as I raised a single eyebrow. Malfoy, noticing this, relaxed his muscles- alough I noticed that his hands were still clenched and his knuckles white.
“Malfoy…” I began but he interrupted me.
“Shut up Gilbert. You know nothing.”
Skyler glanced up and eyed the two of us suspiciously. Turning my attention back to the potion, I began to stir it slowly, my mind pondering. Hermione began to drop sprogs of lavender into the ‘whirring’ contents. I had been stirring for fifteen minuetes, my arm muscles suffering from fatigue, when I heard Harry Potter frantically whispering to Ron Weasley.
“Malfoy just left. It actually looked like he was upset.”
Ron snorted. “What could he be upset about? His hair.”
And sure enough, as I whipped round to see if the statement was true, there was a vacant space where Malfoy should have been standing. I hesitated for a moment before silently sliding around the back of Hermione and cautiously gliding past Skyler; casting one last look behind me at the clouded, fume- packed classroom before slipping out of the door.
I may not like Malfoy- I detested him in fact- but he never expressed any sort of weakness as long as he could help it. Whatever this was, it was serious...
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