I'm Not Perfect | Seamus Finnigan

CASACO IS REAL

A/N: I AM TREMENDOUSLY SORRY I FORGOT THAT PROFFESOR SLUGHORN IS SUPPOSED TO BE TEACHING POTIONS DURNING THEIR SIXTH YEAR! So I'll be fixing that. Yep. So in case your like, "What the heck?" That's what happened.  I was a complete IDIOT. 

Cassie's P.O.V.

"That was crazy this morning,"  Draco commented on our way to potions.

I nodded, "Definitley. But hey, Emma and Seamus are back together."

"It only took an attempted suicide."

"Yeah. Is it terrible that I find that romantic?"

"How could you ever find that romantic?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. I guess it's because he couldn't live without her."

"That's a bit weird," he said as we entered the classroom and sat down.

I sighed. "I know. Love doesn't make sense."

"Do we make sense?" he asked.

"What do you mean?"

Before he could answer, Proffesor Slughorn walked into the room.

"Well, then. Can anyone tell me what potion this is?" he said, gesturing to the cauldron at the front of the room.

Hermione's hand shot up in the air, as per usual.

"Yes, Ms. Granger."

"Felix Felicis."

"That is correct! And what does this potion do?"

"Felix Felicis, commonly known as 'liquid luck' is a magical potion that makes the drinker lucky for a period of time, during which everything they attempt will be succesful. Though as it also causes recklessness and dangerous over confidence, it is meant to be used sparingly and is banned from any kind of competition except potion-making competitions."

"What a well worded and detailed answer!" 

Hermione smiled proudly.

"Now, whoever makes me the most succesful Draught of Living Death may win one vial. Now begin."

I flipped through my textbook, until finally landing on the page. While making my potion I asked, "So what did you mean by that?"

"I meant, you know, would we make sense. . . you know. . . as --  as a couple?"

"Are you asking me out, Draco?"

"M-- Yes."

"In the middle of potions class?"

"Well -- was -- Should I have asked somewhere --"

"Of course I'll go out with you, Draco."

"I mean -- Wait. Really?"

I nodded.

He laughed.

"What?"

"I would kiss you right now, but we're in the middle of class. That'd just be weird."

I nodded and laughed, too."

"Something funny over there, Mr. Malfoy, Ms. Horan?"

We quickly said together, "No."

Which only caused us to laugh harder.

Yeah. We didn't complete our potions.

Harry actually got the best potion and won the Felix Felicis.

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Draco's P.O.V.

"DRACIE POOO!!!" I heard that familiar squeal as I walked through the corridor with Cassie.

"Oh no, not Hannah again."

She caught up to me this time and whined, "Why won't you go to Hogsmeade with meeeeeeeeeee."

"I have a girlfriend." I blurted.

"WHAT?"

'Yeah, Cassie."

"WHAT?"

Shit. I probably just made a mistake. I stepped in front of Cassie, "You hurt her and I swear on Merlin's Beard I will --"

"That's okay." she cut me off, "I'm with Blaise now."

As Blaise Zabini walked by he's like, "What? No I'm not. No she's not."

I jokingly smirked at Blaise and said, "Good luck with Hannah."

"What? No!" he said and ran off down the corridor, Hannah racing behind.

Cassie and I began laughing so hard it got to the point where you're still laughing but no sound is coming out so it just looks like you're a dying fish.