My Damned Lover: Third Year

Chapter 10

I'm late. AGAIN. How did a 10-minute nap turn into an hour one. When I go back home, I'll ask dad to book a therapy session with a sleep specialist. At this rate, I'll REALLY turn into a log, just like Ron said. 

Seraphina loosened her tie to breathe a little better, and she practically flew down the next few steps. She jerked open the door and signed in relief. Professor Lupin was nowhere in sight, and she knew he would just let her off with a warning, but she still wanted to be careful. 

"Ah, there she is!" Ron grinned. "Good morning, sunshine!"

"Shut up," Seraphina muttered as she took the empty seat next to Harry, which happened to be right next to Draco's desk. She felt his eyes on her but didn't even bother to say hello.

 "Ah, Sleeping Beauty woke up on the wrong side of bed," Ron crooned.

"How many nicknames do you even have for me?" Seraphina snapped. 

"Not enough, that's for sure," he laughed. She contemplated sticking her middle finger out but fought against it. Her muggle side was coming out again, and it wouldn't do good to act like one in front of Draco. Then again, she didn't care about his opinion and wouldn't mind relieving some stress with a punch or a kick in his direction.

 "Where's Hermione?" Seraphina asked. 

"She's missing again," Harry said. "Do you think anything is wrong with her?"

 "I'm sure she'd tell us if that was the case," Seraphina reassured as she opened her notebook to check if she did last night's homework. Out of nowhere, the door slammed shut, and all the windows shut at once. She looked up in puzzlement to see Professor Snape, the teacher she loathed the most. He probably didn't like her, but the feelings were mutual, and she didn't really care. The room turned silent with his entrance, and no one dared make a sound. 

"Page 394," he muttered. 

Ron and Harry exchanged glances before opening the book. Seraphina released a silent sigh and grabbed her book as well. 

"Excuse me, sir," Harry said as he leaned forward. "Where's Professor Lupin?" 

"That's not any of your concern, is it, Potter?" Professor Snape's curt response drew a roll of the eyes from her. Of course. He won't just give us a direct answer and make life any easier for us. Typical Snape. "

Do you have a problem, Ms. Blakewood?" 

"No, sir, of course not," she said as she made eye-contact with him. He looked away, and she furrowed her eyebrows in distaste. She didn't like how he always avoided her eyes, like she was Medusa or something. 

"Your professor is incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394," Professor Snape reminded as he walked towards the back. 

"But sir," Hermione appeared right next to Ron, almost giving him a heart attack. "We've just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinky Punks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks." He warned her to be quiet, and Ron's eyes bulged out in shock at her sudden appearance. 

"When did you get here? No, how did you get here!" 

Professor Snape resumed his lesson about werewolves, and when Hermione interrupted him to tell him the difference between an animagus and a werewolf, he took points from Gryffindor, earning a groan from their fellow housemates. 

Out of nowhere, a paper crane landed on Harry's desk. Seraphina followed Harry's glare to Draco who smirked at him with spite and pride. 

Harry opened up the paper crane and saw a drawing of him being completely embarrassed during the quidditch match against Slytherin. 

Harry's jaw clenched tightly, and his hands balled into fists. 

Before he could do anything, Seraphina snatched the letter from him and crumpled it up. Harry watched her in surprised as she started tearing it up into tiny pieces. Then when Professor Snape wasn't looking, she blew them and they landed right back on Draco's desk... in the shape of a middle finger. 

Ron slapped his hand over his mouth to stifle his laughter while Harry grinned at her cleverness. "No one messes with Seraphina when she comes to class late after a nap," Ron whispered proudly. Seraphina was too annoyed to even check Draco's reaction. She picked up her quill and started to jot notes about today's ridiculous lesson on werewolves.

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Class ended, and Ron and Hermione left first. 

"See you on the field," Harry said as he went to change for their quidditch practice. 

Seraphina finished packing up and left the room exactly at the same time Draco did. Her things flopped onto the floor, and she sighed in exasperation. "It's just not my day." She bent down to pick up her stuff and jumped a little when she saw Draco leaning forward as well. He swiped something off the floor and stood up to examine the object. "I made a good choice, after all." 

Seraphina finished collecting her things and snatched the candy from him. "What are you talking about, Draco? You're acting as if you're the one who bought me the things from Hogsmeade," she scoffed. 

When he didn't deny it, she gaped at him. "Y-You're the one... who left me those things in the library yesterday?" 

Draco gave her his signature smirk, but his eyes were dancing with amusement. He tilted his head and commented, "I don't think what you did back there was a proper thank you." 

Then he had the gall to wink at her before leaving her to her thoughts. 

A beat later, she demanded, "Who does he think he is? Fred? And why would he even do that?!" "Are you talking to me?" She jumped as a ghost zoomed out from the walls. "Um, no, Sir Nicholas. I'm sorry for disturbing you." 

Then she hurried out of there and headed to quidditch practice. 

Perhaps a tough game would help her sort out of her thoughts.