Harry Potter Oneshots

Harry Potter // Tough

requested by _stellastyless
I know I'm super late but I've been really busy with school and some personal stuff...BUT it's better late than never!!
hope you like it <3

*this is EDITED *

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Being the daughter of the two most evilest Death Eaters of Voldemort's inner circle was bad enough to gain me a poor reputation at school, but in the words of my mother, 'It is an honour that your parents are in such good relations with the Dark Lord, the most powerful wizard!' But, seriously, no I don't want to be honoured. I felt ashamed, revolted on hearing Voldemort's plans and terrible schemes since the age of 5, when my parents told me about it. But, back then he was plainly known as Tom Riddle.

Luckily, I wasn't the only one who hated this. Draco Malfoy, my cousin, shared the same views about it, but he played along better than I did and didn't end up being given nasty looks by all Death Eaters.

Hogwarts was amazing. Of all my classes, Potions was my favourite. I always excelled at it and never failed to bring a smug look on Snape's face when my concoction turned out the best in class.

And then, came the most magical part of my day. The green-eyed boy  whom I was head over heels for. The spectacaled boy never failed to bring a smile to my face. He always managed to make me smile just by looking at me. That should give you an idea of how much I adored the human. If I was going to be honest, I always thought that Harry had hated me, and maybe he did have a reason to.

Other than that, I stuck around with Hermione. I always got a few insults because of that, but none to my face, because everybody was...afraid of my parents. Hermione was the only one who would understand me, and I was grateful to her.

"Mister Potter, I don't believe the recipe to the Draught of Living Dead is written over Miss Lestrange's face. Look into your book." Snape's silky voice rang through the dungeon over the sounds of boiling potions.

The Slytherins snorted and laughed as Draco sent me a knowing smile and I looked at Harry's red faced, embarassed reaction. Five minutes before the class ended, Snape went around criticising everybody's potions, but sending a smug smile when he passed by mine and Draco's. He gagged visibly on reaching Harry's and I knew that an insult was coming on.

"Mister Potter, unlike the other's, yours reminds me of the time the Flobberworms threw up. You will need remedial classes and seeing the only person with a shred of talent in this class is Miss Lestrange, she will help you." Snape turned and his robe flew with him. He completely missed Harry's bewildered expression and went on, "Class dismissed."

Everybody scurried out of class and just as I got out of class, Harry came up to me, his hand on the back of his neck. Draco grabbed my waist to keep me steady. I didn't know if it was a trick of light or anything but his eyes drifted to the hand on my waist and the sparkle in his eye died.

"Y/N, are you free after lunch? I thought we could do our remedial classes then?" Harry smiled and shouldered his bag.

"I can make it work before dinner, if that's fine." I pushed my books in the bag and Draco, next to me, narrowed his eyes at Harry who brightly said, "Sure. I'll meet you in the library at 5."

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"Harry, no offence, but you're not even trying to understand any of this. This potion is important. N.E.W.T level important." I said, tentatively as I tapped the table with the quill. It had been over an hour, with all our laughter and jokes and criticising Madam Pince. It was time to be serious.