Lost - draco malfoy

twenty

- Jealous Guy by John Lennon -

"Today, you will learn about the Draught of Peace potion" Snape announced to us in his usual cynical voice as he traipsed around the classroom. "This is quite an advanced potion, so you will be working in a pair"

"Miss Granger, you will assist Mr Longbottom."

Hermione rolled her eyes and rose up from our table to join Neville. I turned to Isadora who's eyes followed Hermione in jealousy. Her eyes never failed to loudly proclaim how she felt, I still wondered how Neville was so blind to her long-lasting crush on him.

I hoped that Snape would possibly pair us two to work together. I couldn't imagine anything worse than brewing a potion with... Seamus Finnigan or Lavender Brown. Lavender had always been a pleasant presence, but Hermione and I had been finding ourselves in regular quarrels with her about Voldemort's return. She and her parents didn't believe Harry or Dumbledore and foolishly believed in everything the Daily Prophet declared.

Seamus also believed the Daily Prophet, but I hadn't really seen him as a particularly pleasant presence anyway.

"Miss Blackwater, please join Malfoy. You could do with some... assistance in this class."

Well, that was worse. My stomach dropped and I murmured, "You've got to be kidding." to myself. I looked over at the sniggering Slytherin's, Draco was sneering in my direction.

As I reluctantly stood up from my table, Isadora giggled under her breath, "Good luck" she said sarcastically. "Oh, shut up" I replied before walking over to take a seat next to Malfoy.

Snape must have a personal vendetta against me, or at least something of the sort.

"Add more porcupine quills. It should turn turquoise" Draco said as he continued to boss me around. You would think he had believed that I had never brewed a potion before. "And then let it simmer"

"I know that" I snapped back at him, as I gingerly added in the quills. "Well, if you're so clever. What do we do next?" he retorted. I began to reach for the recipe but he quickly snatched it away. "No, no. Without the recipe." "Well... how am I supposed to know if I don't have the recipe?"

"Exactly my point. You're not as clever as you think you are, Blackwater" he sneered mockingly as he tossed the recipe back on the table.

"Excuse me-" "Shut up, it's done simmering." "Don't tell me to shut up" I gasped in irritation.

This was the first time I had actually engaged in a conversation with Draco since last year and I hadn't forgotten how completely dreadful he was to talk to.

Except now, he seemed worse.

He ignored me and continued to brew the potion without my aid. "We're meant to be working together, Malfoy" "I would be receptive to working with you, if you showed any sense of competence" "Competence?!" I said a bit too loudly, I looked up and fortunately Snape was occupied with a struggling Isadora and Dean Thomas. I altered my voice and continued, "As a matter of fact, I am extremely competent and clever, I-" "Might I remind you, Snape paired you with me because you need the assistance" he said as he stirred the potion. I had hardly seen him glance over at the recipe at all.

"You're the last person I'd ever want to help me. You're an exceptionally cruel, conceited, arrogant, pompous prick! I wish to return back to the holidays where I could go about my day without hearing your voice!" I blurted out in a whisper of anger.

It was almost like I had mildly exploded. I still felt so much resentment towards his actions with Rita Skeeter last year. And I also felt such resentment due to my struggles of trying to force him out of my mind during Summer.