‘I must’ve misheard,’ the thought crossed my mind. I can’t even be civil with Malfoy, let alone be potion partners with the bloody prat.
My eyes automatically drifted over to the blonde Slytherin who was positioned carefully away in the corner. His eyes were down casted; he seemed far away, as if he hadn’t heard what the professor had said- as if he weren’t even in the classroom with everyone else.
His eyes lifted in that instant, immediately catching mine; my face turned hot and flushed. I waited for the inevitable outburst, the usual ‘Mudblood’ remark, anything…
Nothing ever came.