Pretend

Seventeen - poisoned

Y/n's pov

The second term has started, Hogwarts was full of life and chattered again.

The library is always full of students of all years, specially from fifth and seventh year.

Even tho I don't have to take OWLs or the NEWTs I'm still full of  pages to study, essay to write and charms to practice.

Being the procrastinator that I am
I'm currently writing an essay about the Wiggenweld Potion, an antidote to sleeping potions but can also heal injuries.

It's 12:56 am, I'm sitting alone at the common room table.
Surrounded by three opened different books about potions, writing furiously on the parchment.

I take a break, I'm about to have a hand cramp, my hand's gonna come off any time soon.

I look at my essay, it's still not long enough.

Ugh I don't know what else to write

I can't just make up things to make it longer.

I stare at the parchment, both my hands on my head and my elbows strictly on the table.

I let go a loud sigh

'You look stressed'

I look up to see my future husband, that I'm not even dating, holding two hot smoking cups of coffee.

I didn't recognise the aroma of coffee immediately because of the stuffy nose I have at night when it gets colder.

'I am, what are you doing up?' I asked looking at him taking a seat in front of me

'Nothing' he replies handing me my coffee

'Thank you, I needed this'

'What are you writing?'

'Oh that one essay Slughorn assigned us the other day, I literally just remembered it's due tomorrow a few minutes ago' I say before taking a sip from the cup

Ahh it's boiling

I just burnt my tongue

I immediately remove the cup from my mouth and lay it on the table as I hear the guy in front of me chuckle

'I forgot to tell you it was still hot'

'Well thanks'

'Let me help you with that so that you can put an end on it' he offered looking at me while I was flashing my eyes through the three open books

'I can do it on my own' I state insicure looking at him .

He cocked one eyebrow giving me a 'you sure about that?' Look.

'Okay fine' I roll my eyes

He smirked and got up from his seat to take one next to me.

He took the parchment and the quill from my hand ,took a fast read of what I wrote and sighed

'What??' I hiss

'Nothing' he simply said as he started to write without even needing to look at the books

I watched in disbelief
'You don't even need to look at the books?' I asked looking at him writing the essay like it's the easiest thing to do in the world.

'No need, it's all here' he said pointing at his head with his left index

'Can I borrow it sometimes?'

'You idiot, you should study even more than you already do' he then took a book and lightly slammed it on my head

'Ouuuchhhh' I groan dramatically