Professor Malfoy

four

The rest of the week went by the a blur. Amelia's professors had wasted no time in drowning her with assignments. Even Alan was beginning to feel the pressure. 

Alan and Amelia shared Herbology together and had decided to have study sessions in the library every Thursday afternoon, which is where they sat now.

Alan groaned in frustration, "Never in all my years did I think I'd be writing a paper about how to properly storage a plant."

Amelia tried to stifle a giggle, "If you think it's such a waste of your time why don't you get a 5th year to write it?"

Alan shot her an annoyed look, "Don't be daft Amelia, I'm a Ravenclaw. People pay me to write papers." He refocused on the open scroll lying on the table. 

"Now, what did Professor Sprout say about damaging them?"

Amelia looked back at her notes, "Dry them and make sure they are not damp upon storage, as this will cause them to mold, rot, or decay quicker."

Alan thoughtfully nodded as he scribbled the words down feverishly. Without looking up, he began to whisper, "So, are you going to Hogsmeade this weekend?"

Amelia could feel the blush slowly rising on her cheeks. 

"I haven't decided."

A most dramatic snort erupted, "Yeah? Drake Phoenix asks you to Hogsmeade, he even offers to pay,"

Alan jabbed the feathered end of his quill into Amelia's chest. 

"And you haven't decided if you're going? Spare me your modesty." he said accompanied by an eye roll.

Amelia quickly grabbed Alan's quill and snapped it in half. 

"Hey-"

"SHHHH!"

"I'm not being modest. It's just, out of all the girls in our year-I mean of all the girls in Hogwarts, why me? What does he want?" Amelia huffed.

"You witches sure do over think things," Alan retorted, "He probably just wants a bloody date. Jesus Amelia, humor the man for an evening. Let him buy you a butter beer, it wouldn't kill you." 

She was about to protest when she realized Alan was right. She had always been too buried in her books to be bothered by dating, but now it was her 7th year. And she decided to make the most of it. 

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The next morning, Amelia left a note on the door of Drake's dorm to tell him that'd she meet him at the Three Broomsticks at 7 o'clock sharp. 

She practically skipped the whole way to the café to grab Professor Malfoy's pumpkin juice. He had sent 10 galleons to her bank account, which had puzzled her immensely seeing as a mere pumpkin juice was only 10 sickles. 

Upon delivering his juice to him, she decided to question him. 

"Think nothing of it Ms. Blackwood, it's just in case I need you to run out and grab something for me or if you ever want to get yourself a pumpkin juice any day of the week." 

Amelia didn't even know how to respond. She didn't want to be rude and reject his kindness, but it also seemed...inappropriate to accept such an amount. 

"Well, t-thank you professor." 

He waved his hand dismissively, "Like I said, think nothing of it. Now, can you make sure every desk has a textbook. We're going over chapter 3 today." 

Amelia nodded and quickly grabbed a stack a textbooks to place on each desk. When she had finished, there was still 20 minutes left before class was to begin and awkward silence filled the room.