Chapter 41
"What is going on between you and Headmaster Riddle?" Harry demands.
"Nothing, you two should stop imagining things"
You exclaim, feeling pure disgust at the interrogation you are going through.
"Then what was that back there? he is clearly a predator." Draco insists.
You sigh heavily, running a hand through your hair in exasperation.
The situation has quickly spiraled out of control.
And you find yourself trapped between the accusations of two young wizards and the looming presence of Tom Riddle himself in your mind.
"Listen, you two," you begin, trying to keep your voice calm despite the growing frustration inside you.
"There's been a misunderstanding. Headmaster Riddle was simply offering to help me acquire a new wand, nothing more, nothing less."
Harry's green eyes narrowed suspiciously.
"A new wand? Why would you need that?"
"My current wand was lost in an accident, the Headmaster kindly offered to assist me in obtaining a replacement."
Draco scoffs, his blond hair falling across his forehead as he shakes his head.
"Convenient story. I don't believe a word of it."
"What story don't you believe, Mr. Malfoy?"
You are met with the sight of professor Snape once you enter the classroom.
A sigh escapes your lips as he glares at Harry and Draco.
"Nothing, we were discussing some stuff, sir."
Harry sneers the words out before walking away with Draco to go to their seats
You go and sit in between them, realising they saved a seat for you, before you pull out your potions book.
It's strange that Hufflepuffs take potions class with Slytherins.
Aren't Gryffindors supposed to be the ones doing that?
While Snape explains the potion you are going to brew.
You feel two hands lay on your legs making your eyes grow big.
Feeling your face flush as you realize Harry and Draco have each placed a hand on your thigh under the table, their fingers brushing against your skin.
Your heart races at their boldness, especially with Professor Snape just a few feet away at the front of the classroom.
Snape begins demonstrating the steps to brew the Potion of Liquid Luck, his voice droning on.
But you can barely focus, hyper-aware of the two wizards on either side of you.
Harry's hand inches higher up your leg, his touch electric even through the fabric of your robes.
The blond's fingers dig in possessively.
Severus notices your discomfort, and before you know it, he heads towards the table with a book.
He slams it against the two boys' heads before dragging them up from their chairs by the back of their neck.
"You dare commit such inappropriate and disgusting behaviour in my classroom?"
Turning around you stare at Snape, blinking innocently.
"Professor Snape, I didn't consent to this." You try to explain.
His gaze softens for a moment before turning it into a harsh one towards the two boys.
"Eighty points from Slytherin, both of you will meet me in detention after classes for one month."
You hear gasps and whispers echo around you while you smirk.
Meanwhile the Slytherins cuss Harry and Draco.
The whispers contain the following shocking facts.
Snape never took points from Slytherins.
But he did it for you, a Hufflepuff.