𝘼𝙢𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣

3

I didn't talk to Harry for a week after our exchange. It wasn't that I didn't want to pursue my goal, but I had an extensive amount of work. He probably did to, but he didn't act like it. Anyways, Harry spent most of his time alone. Well, if he wasn't hanging with Hermione. I can say the muggleborn's name without much remorse, but my dormmates despise that I can say her name without resent in my tone or guilt afterwards.

Stupid pureblood prejudice bitches. When I finally did find Harry alone, he was in the library. Reading.

"You read?" I asked him.

Harry looked up at me. He was probably taken back by a Slytherin female talking to him. I didn't mind the look in his eye. I never minded that look in anyone's eyes.

"What are you doing here?" I could kind of hear the venom made out of resentment in his voice.

"I came to do work. What does it look like I'm doing?" I replied taking a seat beside him at the table in the library.

"Are you here to make fun of me?" He asked. "Everybody else has."

"Except for your Gryffindor pals." I added.

"Well, what do you want here?" he asked me.

"You kind of look like you need a friend. The entire school seems to resent you." I explained taking out my potions book and notes.

"Yeah, but why don't you?" he asked.

"You hate the attention people give you, because you're the Boy Who Lived. I don't reckon you'll put your name into the goblet to get even more of it." I told him getting out my quill, parchment, and ink.

"You believe someone put my name -."

"Into the running? Yes. Yes, I do. Well, what are you in the library for?" I wanted to change the topic.

"Studying." He said adverting his gaze to the book in front of him.

"Studying what?" I knew he wasn't actually reading.

"Studying stuff."

"Studying what stuff?"

"Are you going to keep doing that?" he snapped at me.

I shrugged at him. "I'm going to maybe continue unless you give me the specifics."

Harry sighed. "Can you help me with Potions? I don't understand anything Snape says, but you seem to. Well, he likes you."

That was one thing I'm unsure about. Snape doesn't hate me, but that's probably because I'm in his house. On the other hand, he doesn't like me either. He probably only likes me because I'm a Slytherin that is good at Potions.

"I don't know if you want my help in this particular area." I admitted.

"Please! He gave me extra work." Harry pleaded.

I had only known this raven-haired green-eyed boy for a week. Plus, there was the matter for my project. The one to turn the Slytherin viewpoint around. To change our reputation.

"Okay. If I help you, will you be my friend? Because I only have one, but she has Ravenclaw pals which I feel like I'm third-wheeling with them, and I don't like anyone in my house." I ranted.

"But I don't really know you." Harry said.

He had a point. How could we become friends if we didn't really know one another? But, I consider myself smart, so I said the first thing that popped into my head. It was obviously really easy.

"Do you need help or not? I'll help you and you'll get to know me in the process." I couldn't contain the smirk that was trying to wiggle its way onto my face.

He hesitated not even saying a word. Thinking? Deciding? I don't know what was going through his head. I wasn't a legilimens afterall.

"Okay, but we're acquaintances first." Harry said.

"I'm okay with that." And I was.