Magic Shmagic
Chapter 5: Magic Shmagic
Fuck his absolute life. Why would merlin almighty place this fate unto him? As Zayn got up to switch places with Voldemort's son himself he whispered inspiring words of encouragement.
“Tough luck mate”
Thanks zayn!!! Louis could feel himself going beet red as Harry sauntered over, he swore it was rising to the top of his eartips. When Harry arrived at the table he threw down his books carelessly, perhaps symbolic of how he viewed the rest of the world. Louis felt like he was going to throw up. Not because he was intimidated by him or scared of him, he had previously proved those false the day before. He just… did. He couldn’t explain it, each time he looked at Harry he felt like regurgitating every meal he had ever eaten, onto him most preferably.
“Hey do you have a spare quill i forgot mine” Harry whispered
Louis didn’t respond, keeping his eyes glued to professor snape. But alas, Harry persisted.
“Lewis, lewis, lewissssssss, c’mon i know even with those tiny tiny ears you can hear me” Harry rattled on, poking Louis on each syllable.
Louis hissed back “you know my name is Louis and I literally just saw you using your own quill five minutes ago so can you please shut up i’m trying to listen”
He felt quite proud of himself for answering back, but it was to no avail. He had given Harry just what he wanted to get under his skin. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Harry’s signature smirk spreading and a twinkle of mischief appeared in his eyes. Harry had now set his head on the table sideways looking at Louis. His jade green eyes, staring at him in a puppy dog manner, he began to pout.
“But, but Lewis, I really, truly can’t find my quill and according to everyone you are sooooooo smart and maybe your quill is the secret to your smartness”
Louis could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. If one more peep were to come out of Harry’s mouth he would have no choice but to punch him square in the face. However, professor Snape's voice snapped him out of this notion.
“Noww, i’m sure most of you are aware that there will be a quiz next monday, and i expect all of you to be prepared, even you mr tomlinson”
And call him crazy but Louis swore he saw Harry jump a little at the mention of his last name.
When the bell rang signifying the end of class Louis started walking quickly to his next class, eager to get away from the imbecile that was Harry Styles, but he heard something walking behind him, following each of his steps. Not gracefully either, much like a baby deer on its first walk in the winter time, slipping over the ice in need of its mother to help it get back on its feet. When he turned around he let out a big, long sigh.
“What are you doing, why are you following me?” he asked the baby deer
“Well snape told me that because we have a test soon that i needed to tutor you so you could pass, i believe by whatever means necessary were the words that were used” Harry grinned
“Ok well genius I have a class next and I suppose you're not gonna be able to tutor me in that” Louis announced as he tried to make a quick escape. But Harry being the annoying twat that he is, ran in front of him and cut him off, acting as a barrier between Louis and the sweet, sweet solitude of a class void of Harry styles.
“Well you forget my dear student that he said whatever means necessary and so you’re skipping you’re next class and studying with me”
Louis could feel his entire face drop, even more so than it already had. An entire period alone with Harry? That genuinely sounds worse than any version of Hell created by the muggle or wizard imagination.
“Um no thanks”
“Um you have to”
“Umm no i don’t”
“Well professor snape already notified you’re next teacher of your absence so you’re stuck with me”
“Why are you even doing this harry? I know you hate me and I know you know I can't stand you so why are you pushing us together?”
Louis watched Harry’s face, noticing how his expression stayed unchanged. He didn’t move a muscle. But he could feel a shift in the air, like a cool draft was suddenly let in.
“Because I stick to my word, and Professor Snape told me to help you pass this quiz and so I’m going to, you’ve got a problem with that, lewis?” he all but spat
Louis dare not argue.
“Okay lets i booked us a spot in the library” Harry huffed as he sauntered away
What a diva! Louis followed reluctantly until they reached the library. Louis had never been here before. He stood in awe as he took it all in, rows and rows of books held in the most intricate of bookcases that reached the ceilings. And the ceilings, oh the ceilings. They were tall like the rest of the school, flaunting a dome shape and art which would put any muggle museum to shame. Frozen in his awe Louis hadn’t realised that Harry was now standing right beside him, watching him.
“Close your mouth, you look like a right twat”
And Louis did.
He followed Harry to wherever he had decided to run off to now, which was as it turns out a lovely little table facing a gorgeous large stained glass window.
“Now I assume that you’re not brain dead enough to not know how to read” harry scowled
Louis nodded.
“Well go on then, read”
And once again, Louis did. He read and read and read the chapters of the textbooks, learning all about the different potions and what they did. He hadn’t gotten up to memorising how to make them yet however. He only ever looked up to ask Harry the occasional question, to which all he got at best was a grunt in response. He couldn’t understand why though, for someone who was so adamant in joining him to study, he couldn’t care less about really helping Louis. Once the bell went off to signify the end of the period Harry packed up at the same haste that Louis tried to escape him earlier.
“Well you can go back to your usual classes now i guess, uhm we need to meet again later to practise making the potions” Harry mumbled
“If I must, when?” Louis responded
“7pm after dinner, I’ll meet you in the labs”
“Alright then-” Louis started, but Harry was already gone.
Although he was against the idea at first the study session proved to be quite helpful and Louis, despite his intuition, couldn’t help but look forward to his next one on one with the infamous Harry Styles.