Lenore
"How's your project with you know who going?" Padma asks as we finish dinner and walk out of the Great Hall.
"Don't even get me started," I sigh.
"He doesn't let me do shit, even though my work is just as good as his."
"I'm so sorry, I hate group projects too."
"You should've taken alchemy with me," I joke, knowing that she hated the subject, even if she was amazing at it.
"I'd rather deal with Hagrid's blast-ended-skrewts," she chuckles.
"Um no, remember when one of them almost took my head off?" I laugh with her.
"Should we play some exploding snap when we get back?" She asks.
"Yes! I finally have time now that Dueling Club is cancelled."
The Professors said they needed the room for something, so this meeting was called off.
I was a little disappointed, but it did give me time to finish all of my homework today.
"Great, I have some snacks too-" She replies until another interrupts.
"Dalton!" A deep voice calls.
I give Padma a look before I turn to Nott.
What does this prat want now?
"Just because dueling is cancelled doesn't mean you get to back out of our bet," he smirks.
Shit. I thought he would've forgotten about that.
"Yes it does, Nott," I roll my eyes. "There's no more seventh-year session, so there's no duel."
"Unless you cancelled it? So we wouldn't have to duel?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Yeah, because every decision I make revolves around you," I say sarcastically.
He only chuckles, "One day it will, cara mia."
"Highly doubt that," I mumble.
"Then come on, just one duel. We planned it for today, remember?" He adds with a sparkle in his eye, somehow knowing that I hate cancelling plans no matter what it is.
"Later today. I'm busy right now."
"Fine, then I guess I'll have to tell Snape that you really did steal the potion-"
"Blackmailing me over a duel, Nott?" I say in disbelief.
He shrugs, a smile creeping over his face.
"Keeps things interesting, doesn't it?"
I glance over at Padma, who gives me a look asking if I need her help or not.
"Fine," I finally say.
I turn to Padma, whispering so Nott can't hear, "We can debrief after."
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Atelophobia
Fanfiction[A-tel-o-pho-bia] (n.) The fear of imperfection. The fear of never being good enough. ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ A Theodore Nott love story ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ rankings: #24 in rivalstolovers