Draco Malfoy/ Hate&Heartbeats

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(its the 6th year of hogwarts, you are a slytherin which is friends with hermione, Harry and ron, also the slytherin gang too, you are warm hearted but cold and sneaky enough to be in slytherin, you have a rival in slytherin, DRACO. But lately he mess with you a lot, you stay with pansy, and draco stays alone because he is a pureblood and has a Royal family, you are an half-blood. )

Its a normal day of school but your life have never been normal since you came to this school anyway, you are sitting in potions class with Pansy and Professor Snape walks in with his black cloak glided behind him.

Without a second he says "Open page 236, read it out loud for us Hestia"

The classroom settled into its usual uneasy silence as Hestia read from the textbook.
The only sounds were the crackling fire beneath the cauldrons and the occasional scratch of a quill.

Professor Snape slowly paced between the rows, his dark eyes scanning every student.

"The Draught of Living Death is not difficult because of its ingredients... it is difficult because most of you possess the attention span of a flobberworm."

A few students snickered.
Snape's gaze snapped toward them.
The laughter died instantly.

"Today," he continued, "you will brew it. Anyone who melts a cauldron will spend their Saturday polishing every one in this dungeon."

A collective groan echoed around the room.
Snape ignored it.

"Partners."

The word hit the room like a curse.
Students immediately shuffled around.

Pansy leaned toward you.

"Sky, obviously we're together."

Before either of you could move-

"Miss Parkinson."
Snape's voice was calm.

"You will work with Theodore Nott."

Pansy's eyes widened.
"...What?"

"You heard me."

Then Snape turned his attention toward the opposite side of the room.

"Mr. Malfoy."

Draco lazily looked up from where he'd been spinning his wand between his fingers.

"Yes, Professor?"

"You will partner with Miss Sky."
The room went quiet.

Ron actually muttered, "Merlin help them."

Harry looked like he was waiting for an explosion.
Hermione sighed into her book.
Pansy looked between you and Draco with the expression of someone attending a funeral.

Draco stood, slinging his bag over one shoulder.

"Oh, wonderful."
He walked toward your table with his usual smug expression.

"I suppose Snape wants to see whether two people can murder each other without using Avada Kedavra."

You folded your arms.

"I'd rather partner with Longbottom."

Draco placed his cauldron down with a loud clang.
"Funny. I'd rather drink the potion than work with you."

"You'd probably mess it up."

"I'd only mess it up if you touched the ingredients."

You rolled your eyes.

Around the room, students were already pretending not to watch.

Pansy whispered to Blaise,

"I give them five minutes."