Chapter 2:
Yet another day.
Amber's pov:
Bloody Malfoy. Just happily enjoying my breakfast when he sits next to me with pig face. How I hate them both. Parkinson especially.
"Hey Blaise." I say as the tall figure sits infront of me.
"Hey Ambs." he replys.
He's called me Ambs since we started school near enough. On the sorting day, McGonogall said my name wrong, and that's where it comes from.
"So, how are you. I haven't seen you since-"
"Last night?" he finishes taking a sip of orange juice.
"No, I didn't speak to you much then. I mean, how was your holidays and stuff?" I ask shoving a spoon of cereal into my mouth.
"Oh, it was good. Father got the dark mark. Mother killed four muggles. I got a new owl."
"What's wrong with Zabini? Other than having a name the same as your last name?" I giggle.
"Well, other than that, a fox caught him. Pretty sad, but it means I had to get a new one. Want to see?" he asks.
"Yeah, let's go." I reply getting up, only to be tripped over by Draco.
"How mature." I say brushing the dust off my robes.
Pansy sniggers, but I'm not phased by it, because she looks like a right pig when she does.
"Thanks for that pig face." I shout as I exit the great hall, showing her my middle finger.
Blaise and I walk to the Owlery, and as soon as we reach the top, a grey owl, with black and white feathers dotted around its body.
"It's lovely." the owl flies onto my arm, and perches there for a while.
"She's called Air. I don't know why, it just seemed right at the time." he shrugs.
"Well I think she's beautiful." I reply.
Me and Blaise stand stroking Air for a moment, before retiring to the common room.
"What have you got first?" he asks.
"Some new subject, anatomy." I reply, looking at my timetable.
"So have I. What is it?" he questions looking rather puzzled.
"I don't know, but if we don't get there like now, McGonogall is gonna bite our heads off!" I say grabbing his hand.
We practically run to anatomy, only to find two spaces left, and everybody staring at us like we'd just killed someone. I look to my left, a seat next to Granger, muggle born, smartest witch in our year, maybe even the whole school. To my right, a seat next to Malfoy.
"Miss Jenkins, Mr Zabini, you must sit next to a member of the opposite sex, and if I'm correct, there are two seats left. Jenkins, sit with Malfoy, Zabini, please sit with Miss Granger." McGonogall says as she hands out books.
Blaise turns around as he drops his bag to the floor, and shoots me a glare, but then replaces it with a smile. I let out a small smile, and then turn to face the front.
"Questions? What type of book is this Professor?" Malfoy says reading the cover.
"Well, Mr Malfoy, this book, is a book full of questions. You and your partner will need to answer these over the next few terms. You will have to spend around four to five hours with one another, every day, outside lessons, each week. Understood?" she replys.
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My Slytherin Prince.
Teen FictionWe all know Draco Malfoy as a blonde, inconsiderate boy, who is proud of his pureblood status. But when he and his childhood best friend Amber Jenkins meet again in their anatomy lessons, what will happen? Will they remember how it used to be, or wi...
