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"what happened to your hand?"
"oh," zemora brought her hand onto the table, allowing the trio's eyes to fall upon her bandaged knuckles. "i punched draco."
"too bad i missed it." ron's voice fell low as the professor within the study hall shushed the children. "why'd you punch him?"
"because he's a prick." zemora said blankly, glancing between her friends dumbfounded. "why else?"
zemora felt a sense of relief knowing the gryffindors so blindly believed the lie to tumble from her lips. everyone went back to their studying as zemora's gaze flickered around the classroom. every eye seemed to be piercing harry potter's frame, their whispering of the rumors too quiet for the slytherin to catch.
"what are you staring at?" zemora uttered in loud tone which easily caught the professor's eye as the students hurriedly turned their attention elsewhere. "if anyone has something to say, say it."
"miss black, this is a study hall." the woman's words fell strictly from across the room as she took a moment away from the student she was previously aiding. "be quiet."
"of course, professor."
a discrete roll of her eyes was seen by harry who resided across from her frame. the only reasoning behind zemora's words towards the students was the expression harry wore as he noticed everyone's lingering gaze.
despite the circumstances, harry found himself grinning towards zemora gracefully. the blonde witch easily mirrored the smile, yet her unruly curls nearly hid her features altogether from the potter boy.
"i'll see you back in the common room." harry's grin had faltered all together as he glanced towards hermione and ron before meeting zemora's eye once more. "i can walk you back to the slytherin common room on the way, but you don't have t—"
"let's go."
"o—okay." harry stuttered over his words as stacked his books upon one another before standing to his feet.
"i'll see you later, mione." zemora spared the granger girl a glance before doing the same with ron. "weasley."
"black."
zemora sent hermione a wink as she stood to her own feet, shuffling around the table to follow in toe with the potter boy. the gryffindor and slytherin second-years made their way completely out of the classroom before they were able to catch the words coming from a whispering hufflepuff.
