Had he not been so blinded by his own greatness, maybe he would have seen the mistake he was making. Maybe if he had looked into the boy's eyes and seen the unnatural and magical green, if he had seen the stillness with which he laid in the blankets...
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The month of October was by far the fastest month to pass by Harry. He didn't know if it had been because of the enormous amount of studying done in the library or the constant chatter with his peers, as each of them tried grabbing his attention. He was proud to admit that his knowledge of wizarding traditions was coming along nicely, which worked for Amare's benefit as well, since she had made her first Slytherin friend- a boy named Blaise Zabini.
Zabini was proving to be a well-mannered, sarcastic (if slightly strict) boy, who overall could keep up with both Harry and Amare. He too came from a wealthy family and could understand and bond over his and Amare's shared experiences. Harry liked him, plus his mother's story was quite the shocker. She had no less than eight husbands, all who died due to "mysteries" circumstances.
Draco didn't try his luck with Harry again and from the gossip Zabini overheard in the common room, the blond git wrote his father about the incident. What he expected to gain from that, neither of the group knew, but Lord Malfoy was now made aware of Harry's abilities- a fact that both worried and delighted Amare.
As the duo sat at Potions, Harry whispered to Amare.
"You should visit the Gryffindor common room"
"Why?" She murmured back, carefully cutting a snail.
"Why not- okay I know why not- but the garden is coming along nicely," he could see her starting to protest "and really Ron is not that bad..."
"Not that bad!-"
"Shh!"
"Not that bad? He has the temper of a fire crab and the capabilities of a dead fish, and yet each time I come nearby he talks to me as though I'm less then dirt."
"That is true" Blaise said from his cauldron, a slight smirk on his lips.
"Did your mother never teach you to mind your own business?"
Faking hurt, he responded," Ouch Potter, my heart can't handle such talk"
"Good."
"Really Harry, I have no idea why you keep him around," she added some powder to the now boiling potion. The mixture was turning bluer by the second.
"His family is close to Dumbledore- you know that," leaning towards the cauldron he lowered his voice," even though he isn't the Weasley I'm interested in."
Amare rolled her eyes," The twi-"
"No, not them!"
"Exactly how many brothers does he have?"
Chuckling, he quickly mixed the potion. Seven times clockwise.
"He was telling me about his oldest brother –Bill," Five times counterclockwise.
