saint potter- h.p

1.4

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thanks a lot harold, you ruined potions
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Harry and Ron dashed to their first class of the
day: Transfiguration.

"I can't believe we missed breakfast AND we're late for our first class of the year." Ron groaned as the two reached the door. "This is your fault for waking up so late."

"I'm sorry okay, take the apology."

As the two walked carefully into the classroom there was no sign of Professor Mcgonagall, only an old cat perched up on her desk.

"Whew we made it, can you imagine the look on old Mcgonagall's face if we were late." Ron sighed exasperated. Harry kept quiet, scanning the worried faces of their classmates around them.

Suddenly the cat leaped forward, transforming in front of their very eyes into their professor.

"That was bloody brilliant!" Ron exclaimed. Mcgonagall stepped forward eyeing the two.
"Thank you for that assessment Mr Weasley, perhaps it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr Potter and yourself into a pocket watch, that way one of you might be on time."

"W-we got lost." Harry choked out trying to lighten the situation, only failing miserably.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats."

They both nodded looking back to the last available empty seats, one beside (y/n) and the other beside Hermione. Ron reluctantly took the seat beside Hermione as Harry pushed past him to get beside (y/n).

"Hi." He was desperate to talk to her, wanting to get to know her better. At the sound of his voice she looked up, eyeing him suspiciously thinking about what to say. She on the other hand was not very fond of the idea of getting to know him.

"Look Potter," She starts, sighing. Harry furrowed his brows, that didn't sound good.

"I'm afraid sooner or later you'll find that i'm the 'wrong sort' unless you've already been informed." She wasn't wrong, Ron had in fact talked bad about her throughout the whole sorting ceremony.

"So i'll save you the trouble in saying, we aren't friends, we'll never be friends and frankly,

I don't like you."

Her words were laced with poison as she spat the last sentence. Swiftly she turned back to her parchment and continued writing notes seemingly taking no mind to the hurt expression that grew on his face.

Harry sat in shock, watching her quietly as she turned her focus back onto the professor. She had said such cruel things so bluntly to him, then acted as if how he felt afterward didn't matter. He'd been warned she'd be like that but never took any of it seriously.

He was hurt, no doubt about it. But he didn't want to give up just yet. Surprisingly being turned down only filled him with more determination.

He thought, smiling to himself as he turned away, "She'll warm up to me eventually."
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(y/n) walked down to her potions class beside Draco and his Slytherin posse. Although being in different houses they still had multiple classes together.

That morning during breakfast Hermés had returned with a letter from Narcissa saying that Dumbledore had refused to let her switch houses. So it was safe to say she wasn't in the cheeriest of moods.

Drifting off, not listening to the Slytherins conversation, her mind kept going to her encounter earlier with Potter. She had a habit of not thinking before she spoke, and what she had said to him had been extremely rude. But she didn't regret saying it, because in her mind it was the truth.

The look of dismay after she turned him did make her heart drop a bit. Although it was a pretty standard reaction to her essentially saying that after knowing him for less than two days, she wanted nothing to do with him.