Transcending Romance

Part 49

        ((Whoops))

         Your Pov.
   After that night none of us were allowed to leave our dormitories after 10:00, but everything went on. Which meant classes moved on, thats what began our first horrible Defense against The Dark Arts with the fraud.
We all chatted amongest ourselves Harry and I upfront, so then Professor Lockhart can show off to the Potter twins. <ugh> Dramatically from his office, Professor Lockhart exited <which already wasted ten minutes of class>
"Let me introduce you to your new defense against the dark arts teacher," he took a dramatic pause, "me." I swear to God Voldemort if you don't kill this one, I will.

"Gilderoy Lockhart-" he claimed his name
"If that is your real name," I mumble under my breath.
"Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the dark force defense league, and five time winner of witch weekly's most charming smile award." He smiles at everyone, I glare gently at his face, god his hair looks like peanut butter.
"But I don't talk about that."
"Then why'd you bring it up?" I mumble again.
"I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!" Everyone smiles weakly as he awaits praise for his shitty puns.
"I see you've all bought a complete set of my books. Well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about. Just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in..." I blink three times as he hands out pages of quizzes and I raise my hand.
Lockhart gives me a very large smile... uncomfortably large tbh..
"Yes, Miss Potter?"
"Sir these are just questions about you..."
"Yes indeed about my form and all my technics!"
"Uh huh, so your favorite color is involved with your form?"
"Indeed." I look over at Hermione, shocked, as she was staring at him eating it all up. Not even questioning it.
   Ugh, hormones. I rolled my eyes back at the main menace.
   "Alright and of course, oh, what hair product you use! How important." I sarcastically stated and got a couple low laughs from the boys.
  "Yes it is!" He, on Merlin's life, Proudly replies.
     I am going to drown myself in a toilet. I thought to myself Eh, never mind too boring a way for a Potter to go out. Maybe- no bad thought.

                       After about two minutes that's when I was done with this class. Kids, don't try this shit at home. That's the last thought before I rebelled. in a "I've been abused as a child and this is all I've got to show for it". Ink spilled over the pop quiz as I "accidentally" knocked it over. I leaned back in my chair calmly and waited for someone to notice, no one did.

                  "Ah, I see," I raise my hand and Lockhart looks at me raising an eyebrow.

                  "AH! of course Miss Potter, why am I not surprised you've finished so fast? After all they say you are one of the brightest witches of your age!"
Hermione glares at me for his statement, but I just go on smirking.
                  "Actually sir-"

                  "I mean you are absolutely spectacular, your brother must gets the brawns then, ey?" he comes over to my desk with his eyes closed, picking up the part of the paper that is dry, and then sitting in the ink. I lean back in my chair with a shit eating grin as he looks at me with his "oh so charming smile".

                 "Let's see just how good you did, eh?" He looks at the paper perplexed and mumbles, "It's all just ink splatters?" I sweetly smile up at him.
  "Yes sir. I spilt the ink. I even tried to mention it to you before you sat down. In the ink."
   He lets out a high pitch wail then shoots up from the table. The guys give a couple laughs, some girls gasp, and Lockhart quickly clears his throat.
   "Um... class dismissed! You all passed!" The class cheered, everyone starts packing up after settling down, discussing what a great class this is (except for Hermione.) and once Mr Lockhart got off mentally to the compliments got close to my ear and whispered  "As for you Miss Potter. If you have any hopes to pass this class, you may want to put that smile to better use."
    Oh this bitch did not I look at him and smile again.
   "Of course Professor." I gathered my things and quickly left the class, the hot breath that felt like stem on my ear. Discomfort was all throughout my body. No one has any right being that up close in my personal Now I wanted blood. I never wanted to feel like that again. I need professionals for this job. It won't be an easy task to make a fool of a fool.