The Wizards and Witches of Voltron - Harry Potter/Voltron AU

5. Doubles Classes

Keith fell asleep far more easily than he expected. Pula curled up on his face, and he was asleep before anyone else even entered the dorm. The beds in Gryffindor were built for comfort, just like everything else in the Gryffindor area.

Lance had a harder time drifting off. He had a comfort blanket hidden under his normal blanket, but he couldn't help but feel that all of the hissed whispers in the room were targeted at him. It was an irrational fear, but one that haunted him nonetheless.

Pidge stayed up late reading and ended up falling asleep in the Common Room. There were several other people sleeping there. 10/10, good planning on the comfort of the chairs.

Hunk got to sleep easily once the rest of the dorm quieted down. He felt safe and warm.

Morning came, and with it, breakfast! This was eaten far more quickly than dinner, and with a lot more anxiety. Classes were to begin today. A few people got mail, but it was mostly things they'd forgotten from home.

Gryffindor and Slytherin first-years were to start off the day with doubles Potions. Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff shared morning Flying lessons.

Hunk was not excited. He hated broomsticks. And he had a feeling they hated him. Pidge was already compiling a list of questions she had about how they worked, both to ask Madam Hooch and to look up in the evening.

Both Keith and Lance had minor prior experience with Potions, but neither of them were excited for the class being Doubles or with Professor Snape. 

Lance dialed up his fake confidence by about 200% on his way to the dungeons, because if there was anyone he didn't want to show weakness to, it was Snape. And the Gryffindors. Honestly, this was just a big reason to get better at being a Slytherin. Jamie wasn't around, so he decided to try to talk to one of the Slytherin boys. He slid up to a boy with pale blond hair and made an attempt to start a conversation.

"Soooo... have you done Potions before? I've heard that it's pretty cool."

Lance was really trying to avoid using a pickup line. It was just first nature. The boy gave him a weird look.

"Aren't you that kid who wanted to be a Gryffindor and ended up here instead? Do you even know who I am?"

Lance looked at the boy. His face looked familiar, but he couldn't place a name to it. So, instead, he just let the silence stretch until it was awkward. Finally, the other boy spoke again.

"You really don't." He actually sounded surprised. "I'm Draco Malfoy. If you want to survive in this House, you don't bother me."

Oh. OH. Malfoy. DRACO. MALFOY. Sh*t. 

Lance just sort-of slid back to his place in the back of the group, cheeks reddening. He heard snickers from in front of him, and he bit his lip. It was gonna be a long day.

Keith had nearly brought Pula along. She had decided to sleep in his cauldron after he got up. She had scratched him has he took her out, which amused a couple Gryffindor boys, and now he sported a scratch on his arm. So the day was going great.

Hermione had spent the morning reading her Potions textbook, and now she was talking to Ron about what she knew. Keith had gone basically ignored, which was fine by him. He was all good with carrying his supplies and getting some quiet time before being forced to socialize. While he was looking at the art on the walls, a leg stuck out in front of him, tangling with his and causing him to trip and fall. His bag and his cauldron fell and clattered across the floor, and he skinned his hands and knees on the stone, damaging his new clothes. Glaring, he scooped up his stuff and looked for the person who did it.