Filling His Shoes

🐍11 - Eleven🦁 Draco

Snape had been watching us like a hawk. Our potion project had been improving with every class. I suppose he was more suspicious because I was the one making it. Actually last week Harry had insisted on it. He felt guilty and, once again, I had to remind him why he was the one making all the potions. He shrugged it off, so here we were.

I was stirring the potion with Snape standing right above me. I wasn't phased by it one bit, but seeing as I am not me I had to act scared. The funny thing was my current shaking was because Harry mumbled something just before Snape came over. I was trying not to laugh.

"Seems you have... improved." Snape drawled and walked off grumbling.

"Grit." I mumbled.

Class was over and we were the only pair with a perfect potion. I didn't expect anything less since both Harry and I were excellent at potions. I packed my stuff and was walking off with Weasley and Hermione. When I was called and we all spun around.

"Potter! I'm not one to chase people when they forget something. But I'd also not have Professor Snape complaining about my manners." Harry shouted.

I rolled my eyes. "What are you on about Malfoy?"

He produced a flask from what seemed to be the seat. I knew it was from his robes though.

"Looking to use a love potion on someone are we Potter." He snickered.

I acted panicked. It was relatively easy since I was a little panicked someone would find out the truth. I grabbed the flask and shoved it into my bag with a frown.

"That's none of your business you prat! Why do you keep stealing my stuff." I growled.

He fake gasped. "I'll have you know you irresponsible git, Malfoy's do NOT steal."

He walked off with a huff. Ron and Hermione turned to me and I rolled my eyes. We went to History class without another word. Out of the corner of my eye I watched Hermione look after Harry and sigh. My mind drew a few strange conclusions, but I ignored it.

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"Hermione I have a question."

"What is it Harry?" She put her book down.

Ron moved his attention from the chessboard and so did Weaslette. I rolled my eyes internally at them. 'Nosey gingers.' I thought. 'wait when did Weasley become Ron... agh! Whatever.'

I cleared my throat. "Say you want to put a block on someone's memory. Without actually oblivating them. What spell would be best suited?"

Ron frowned. "Why on earth would you want to do that? I mean seriously Harry..."

"Hey Harry!"
"We have something"
"For you"
"From an admirer."
"It seems." Fred and George said cutting off Ron.

I jumped a bit. "What are you talking about?"

They pulled out a parchment and cleared their throats.

I have another problem. Need to speak to you in private immediately. Please meet me in the spot later tonight. I'm going to be there in a few minutes from now to check on our thing. And please can you bring a book or something from you know to fix my roommate problem.

I knew who it was from even if it wasn't signed. I was happy he didn't mention any names either. Maybe he was with someone and couldn't write the names? Either way I frowned at the twins for reading it aloud. 'Did they have to do this in front of everyone?' The whole common room had gone quiet.

Weaslette screeched. "Is that from that bimbo you've been seeing behind my back!"

"Merlin Ginny. For the hundredth time. I don't like you. Never had feelings for you. The person I like is a guy. So bimbo hardly applies. We're not dating and we never will. How dense are you." I stated as calmly as I could.