The rest of the day went on like normal, or, at least until we reached the hallway in front of the Potions classroom that is. I had been surprised to find that I had actually done quite well on my OWLs, and that I qualified for Professor Snape's NEWT class. I honestly don't know how I did it. Hermione had of course also qualified, no one had ever suspected otherwise, while Ron the lucky bastard had a free period now. I was a bit jealous of him, but I realised that if I wanted to follow my career plan, I really had to have Potions, so there was honestly no way around it. Unfortunately. Now, you might be wondering what my career choice was, and I can tell you straight away that it wasn't auror. No, after coming with Tonks to work one day I had decided that that was definitely not for me. Yes, catching bad people and dark wizards was all good and fine, but the paperwork and the constant vigilance was getting to me. In all honesty, being an auror looked like a dreadfully boring job!It was after that realisation I went to talk to Hermione. I always came to Hermione when I was unsure of something, be it the History of Magic homework or just plainly what to wear. She was a well of good advice and both me and Ron knew how to take advantage of that. Of course, it wasn't really taking advantage when she wanted to be take advantage of, was it? Anyway, when I came and talked to her she was all counsel and squeals, telling me she had always known I wasn't meant to be an auror. No, I was too kind and helpful for that. She said she's done some research and that the best thing for me would be to study to become either a mediwizard or a healer. Or, if worst got to worst and I didn't have good enough NEWTs, just a plain old nurse. I could see she had given it a lot of thought, she even had diagrams.
After our little talk I actually, believe it or not, did some research. Yes yes, I know, 'insert gasps of disbelief here' and all that rot, but seriously, the library was actually full of books on healing and simple healing charms and the more I looked, the more entranced I became. It was really rather interesting, and I soon came to the same conclusion as Hermione; studying healing was actually not such a bad idea. I also interviewed Madam Pomfrey about her job on one occasion, and she said it was nothing as gratifying as working with children. That was when I decided I really wanted to become a Paedimagician. Which is really just the wizarding equivalent to a Paediatrician, or a children's doctor. And that meant I had to have at least an E in both Potions and Herbology, as well as Transfiguration, Charms and Defence against the Dark arts. Yeah, I was becoming something akin to a bookworm to achieve this. Ron teased me mercilessly.
But I digress.
It was the first day of classes and Hermione and I were just about to enter the Potions classroom when suddenly I felt something grab me from behind and drag me away. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how you see it, the person attacking me had put a hand over my mouth, so no one could hear my loud and girlish screams. But if by some chance,someone had heard me, I would have claimed to my defence that my appearance must have affected my voice. Anyhow, I tried to fight, but my attacker was much bigger, and might I add stronger, than me, so it was really a losing battle. After what seemed like an eternity, I found myself slammed up against a wall and when I finally dared open my eyes to look at the other person, I only got a glimpse of blond hair and grey eyes before a warm mouth descended on mine.
I should have known.
Bloody horny Veela.
Now that I knew I wasn't in any eminent danger, I took the time to go over the situation to see what the best approach would be. I really didn't want to lose my virginity up against a wall in the dungeon, so somehow, I had to get Draco's mind over on other things. Which meant I really had to get away. With his tongue down my throat and his hands everywhere, even Ihad problems keeping my head clear. And I wasn't under the influence of Veela emotions and hormones.
When Draco moved to suck at my neck, I saw an opening. I had my mouth free and could try to get his attention. "Draco?" Hm, must not have spoken loud enough. "Draco?" Nope, no reaction. "DRACO!" A small grunt from the nape of my neck was all I got, but at least it was something. "I really think we should get to class."
"No," he said, biting down on my neck. It would probably leave a mark. "Busy." Then he did something very interesting with his tongue. Hm, that was… Oh! That felt good. Maybe just a couple of minutes… no! I had to keep a clear head.
"If we don't go now we'll be late to class, and then Snape will give us detention." Yes, use the Snape card, very good, Harry.
"Don't get detention," There was that tongue again. Damn, this was getting harder. And I don't mean it in that way! Jeez, get your minds out of the gutter! Anyway, I decided I would have to use the trump card.
"But I do! And I really really don't want one. Please? If I get a detention from Snape I will be ever so miserable," A small hesitancy. Yes, score! Now to exploit it. "And you don't want your mate to be miserable, do you? Think about it, your mate lying in his room crying, and you know it's all your fault, just because you wouldn't let him get to class on time…" I trailed off begging to Merlin it would work.
"I, but, you… oh, fine," he muttered and took one step back to straighten his robes. "You play dirty, mate o' mine."
Indeed, I should have been in Slytherin, or so I'm told. I sent him a brilliant smile and turned to walk down the hallway and into the classroom. And miracle of miracles, we were actually on time. The only bad thing was that we were the last two people to come, and that meant there were only two seats left, and they were next to each other. Oh joy, two hours of Potions next to a horny Veela.
This was going to be a looooong class.