Mine? || Draco malfoy fanfic

6☽

Today the roles switched, I was the one who waited for Draco to come. Snape hadn't came just yet, which meant that I was alone. I was alone in the potion classroom praying that someone would come soon enough.

"You came early" my eyes snapped to the tall figure at the doorway. He stood there staring at me like I was some kind of three- headed beast.

"And you're late" I said coolly, my gaze fell back to the pile of papers and misused books that was placed in front of me. I was in no mood to see his irksome face and deal with his even more irritating behavior.

He took the seat besides me, opening his book on page 300. He had a small devious smirk on his face, barely distinct, but it was there.

My gaze rested on the book and the title of the chapter. He got to be kidding me! I wasn't in the mood to deal with this.

"Seriously Draco? This is not okey" I shook my head in refusal. The potion was not only disturbing, but also fatal to anyone who would accidentally misunderstand the instructions. 

"I'm teaching you amortenia, end of conversation, im the tutor" he reminded me. That's what his goal was, to remind me, to remind me that in this situation he had the upper hand and that my 'feisty" behavior wouldn't change things one bit.

"Yeah there's no way. You can be the 'tutor' but I'm the student and thanks to your damn luck I happen to know which spells I'm allowed to learn this year so stuff it cause I don't think snape would like the idea of making one of the most powerful love potions in the wizarding world" my tone was negative.

His eyes flickered around- he almost looked pensive. He looked like he was contemplating his next movement- which would either be bursting into laughing or yell at me. Either way it would be beyond annoying.

"Snape allowed me to teach you a couple of basics and a few upper level potions- so you're either gonna stuff each and every one of your pathetic cries down your throat or I'm gonna tell snape that you're being impudent" he gave me a wide grin and again, his goal was t remind me that this was on him and I couldn't change it.

The whole procedure was a continual series of mess, swears , curses and bellows. I'd cut wrong the ingredients and Draco would immediately slap my hands off the way to do it himself. I'd stir the potion and he'd shove me off to do it correctly. He'd constantly find something to correct, he'd find the tiniest bit to point out and made it look like a whole destruction.

"Okey that's enough, I'm done" I sat down on a chair, my arms were crossed in front of my chest gesturing my irritation. I was so done with him and his god syndrome.

He seemed like he didn't care enough to tell me anything, to try and make me help him. He just shot me a aggressive, frustrated glance and moved back into stirring the purple, thick liquid that had been boiling inside the cauldron for Merlin knows how many hours.

"You know, if you keep giving up you'll never succeed" he murmured loud enough for me to hear.

"Does it looks like I care about making the perfect amortenia?" I retorted sarcastically. I was so done with his idiocy.

"You don't get the point" he dropped the ladle and his head snapped towards me, finally spearing me a glare. "Maybe knowing how to brew amortenia isn't gonna be directly useful in your life but pushing towards it, trying again and again to make it will" he snapped.

I froze, mostly because I couldn't find the right words to respond. I didn't know what to say cause I knew he was right. He was damn right!

"Fine! Give me the ladle I'll brew the rest but stuff it, please" I pushed myself off of the chair, i aggressively paced towards the desk and continued on with finishing the potion.

Once the potion was done we were both exhausted. All the brewing, stirring, cutting and measuring had taken the toll out of us leaving two drained corpses behind.

"That's it! I'm never making any potion again" I was so absolute, for a moment I even convinced myself that I wouldn't go to snapes class tommorow.

"Then why did we stayed here for so many hours teaching you how to make such potion" his eyes were droopy so were his shoulders. His hair a mere mess, he looked completely drained.

I didn't expect me to look any better, I felt that the fatigue was equally felt by both of us. The curfew would start in less than ten minutes, that meant that we had to run. No! False, I had to run, cause mister ingenious over there were just a couple of meters away from his dorm.

Again, we left the classroom without exchanging a word, not even a look. The moment we got out of the class we were back on being strangers, rivals, hated by each other.

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The way back to my dorm was longer than I remembered, I felt lightheaded and barely able to see as I walked the marbled stairwells.

The portraits were staring at me intensely, their expression were somewhere in between concern and amusement. I didn't bother with them, I couldn't bother with them, I was so tired.

Once in the common room, I felt the warmth of the lighted fireplace taking me into a calming, comforting embrace. The fatigue started taking over me as I walked to my dorm.

Each step on my way up became more and more slow, sloppy.

The room was empty. Both, Ginny and Hermione weren't there. Not that I minded, them not being there were a relief from all the indistinguishable, filled with suspicion questions.

I felt my body sink and my sight darkening as I lay down on my bed feeling the silky mattress wrapping round me.