Blood In the Water

chapter 6.

  Sarah stood outside the door to Lupin's classroom, currently the class she was dreading the most. After her incident with the boggart, Sarah felt a little queasy every time she walked into the room. It's not like she didn't like Professor Lupin. It's just that she was reminded of a publicly humiliating event every time he was in the same room as her or his name was mentioned. Finally, Sarah mustered her strength and pushed the wooden door open.
  She walked down the aisle between the desk, skipping over the book Draco "strategically" placed in the middle of the aisle. She could her him curse under his breath as she took her seat next to Ava. Turning around, Sarah smugly told Draco, "You're going to have to get creative, Malfoy. You're becoming so predictable." He was about to retort when the door flew open, revealing Snape in all of his glory. He stormed down the aisles, simultaneously flicking his wand to shut all of the windows in the class room. Sarah mentally groaned as he took his place at the front of the room.
  "Turn to page 394." Sarah did as she was told. She was not in the mood to deal with Snape, not that she ever was, or get detention for the second weekend in the row. The rest of the class seemed to have felt the same way.
  Then there was Harry. He seemed to attract trouble like Pansy did to bitchiness, but that was neither here nor there. "Excuse me, sir. Where is Professor Lupin?"
  Professor Snape coolly replied, "It's really none of your business. Sufficed to say that your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Turn to page 394." Snape tapped the projector, showcasing an image of a werewolf. Of course, Hermione was not okay with going off of the lesson plan set by Professor Lupin, and she let Snape know. Hermione is a genius, but she should know better than to argue with Snape. It's akin to arguing with a sassy tree. "Quiet." Ava and Sarah both shared a dramatic look while Harry and Ron began whispering in the back about Hermione's sudden arrival.
  "Now, which one of you can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf?" Hermione's hand jolted into the air as Snape looked for anyone except Hermione to answer the question.
  Hermione decided to answer the question anyways, much to Snape's chagrin. Her long-winded reply detailing every single difference between an animagus and werewolf only resulted in one thing: five points from Gryffindor. Ava started to quietly chuckle as Sarah closed her eyes and lightly hit her head against the table. Suddenly, a note in the form of a dove flew onto her shoulder; she looked around to see who it was, but her classmates appeared to be paying attention to the spat between Hermione and Professor Snape. As Sarah began to cautiously read the note, she could hear Draco laughing as he mocked a wolf's howl. She snickered as soon as Snape told him to shut up. It was the little things in life.
Sarah. Oh, Sarah.
You're voice sounds like freshly sharpened knives being dragged across a chalkboard.
You're skin color makes it seem that you have some deathly and incurable illness.
And yet, you're abnormally large feet still managed to dodge the book.
There appears to be some oddities in the world yet.
XOXO Malfoy
Sarah whipped around to see Malfoy smirking as his eyes switched between the note in her hand and her eyes drawn into slits. He winked at her, knowing that he won their fight this time. Both of them immediately withdrew their attention from each other and to Snape when they heard him speaking about the assignment: two rows of parchment that describe the symptoms and ways to recognize a werewolf and how to distinguish one from an animagus. Harry not so subtly reminded Snape, "Sir, it's quidditch tomorrow."
  To which Snape replied, "Then I suggest you watch yourself, Potter." What is it with people liking to get right up into Harry's face. Sarah swore she could see spit fly into Harry's face from Snape's mouth when he was told that.
  Snape turned back to the lesson at hand while Draco and Harry decided to have a stare off in the middle of the classroom. Sarah and Ava were the lucky pair that separated their desks from each other.
  Draco soon found his attention drifting away from Harry and toward Sarah's lip that she was currently biting into. For some reason he could not explain, his eyes were glued to those lips before Ava caught his eye, smirking. She rose both of her eyebrows at him as he narrowed his eyes at her. Ava settled a finger in the middle of her lips, indicating that she would keep quiet. Although, Draco was not entirely sure due to Ava's immense love for knowing everything going on with everyone and her strong friendship with Sarah.
  The rest of the class Draco could not keep his eyes from drifting over to Sarah as hard as he tried. The only thing keeping him from allowing his eyes to burn holes into Sarah's head was his rivalry with her but more importantly his pride and reputation. Draco Malfoy would never go near a Gryffindor, let alone one of his worst enemies. Sometimes Harry was his nemesis and other times Sarah was; it really just depended on his mood of the day. Harry was more for those days when Malfoy was feeling a little bit aggressive while Sarah was for everyday. He was addicted to her. He was coming to realize that he was addicted to her in more than one way.
  Draco's eyes drifted to the sling on his arm as he mentally kicked himself for even being remotely attracted to Sarah Lennon. If Ava ever told Sarah, he would kill Ava himself.  Draco knew one thing for sure: he had to do whatever it took to get this feeling away. Suddenly, Pansy Parkinson and her obsession with him came to mind. Pansy may not be be perfect or remotely likable, but she could serve as one hell of a distraction from his intrusive thoughts.

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edited 10/11/20