Blackbird (draco malfoy)

16. I Can't Seem To Get It Right

oh you thought I was done with the fred heartbreak..... oops.

Also I think this might be one of my longest so I hope you enjoy - M

Fred's POV:

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I'd always hated potions lessons, not sure if it was Snape himself or the fact that I was prohibited from using anything I learnt on any of my prank victims but much to mine and Snape's disgust I was my class' star student. You'd think something like that would come with some extra privileges like professor turning a blind eye to me stealing from his potions store to maintain my explosives collection but no all I get is to be a guest star in younger years lessons every now and again in my frees. Normally I'd pull out every excuse I could think of in a desperate plea to get myself out of these appearances- not today though because finally I'd struck lucky and landed myself as Snape's assistant for Phi's potions lesson.

She was always ten minutes early so I arrived fifteen, desperate to surprise her and witness her reaction, which I'm sure I would replay in the back of my mind endlessly afterwards. This had become quite a new but addicting habit I'd become accustomed to recently- every date, every glance, every smile she cast in my direction I hopelessly wanted to savour for the rest of eternity. Today this was even more addicting to me because , if I had heard correctly when snooping on Snape's conversations yesterday:

Today was her Amortentia lesson.

I woke up late (typical Fred behaviour right there) but ,rather than lying in bed for an extra fifteen minutes before strolling down to the Main Hall to grab a couple of slices of buttered toast and somehow finding my way to lessons on time, today I whipped my duvet off my bed as I leapt out. My uniform was already set out in perfect condition at the end of my bed, but I'd covered it with an old patchwork blanket that was another one of Mums "special" christmas presents from a few years back so that Lee or George wouldn't even have the chance to comment on my behaviour. Well they'd have to be conscious for that to happen but I still didn't want to take any risks this morning.

Everything needed to go perfectly which I'm almost certain they will. Well I'm almost certain as long as when she smells the potions' fumes there is at least some indication of me there. I'd take anything right now, even if it was just the smell of the terribly knitted knitwear that I'm forced to wear or even the stench of dungbombs which ,although might not be my personal preference for what best attracts me, would potentially clear all this fuzz clogging my mind. And by fuzz I mean that Malfoy's seemingly everlasting presence in my life. All I need is her to smell me instead of those fucking apples he seems to be permanently attached to.

In the midst of my trance like state of determination, I reached the dungeons where the the potions classroom was located. It felt weird being in her end of the castle without her knowing as normally I'd be hurrying down here so we could sneak past Filch for a late night date - I was itching for another night like that. Phi has been so distant lately which I assume is just end of year exam stress taking more of a toll on her than previous years so I don't mind the wait.

"Weasley?" A voice calls out to me from somewhere along the corridor so I cast my eyes around hoping to find its owner which I do as Professor Snape comes striding towards me, his robes whipping around his ankles.

"Fifteen minutes early for a lesson you don't even have to attend ... rather odd behaviour for a Weasley twin ... this wouldn't have to do with a certain one of my fourth year pupils would it ?"