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CHAPTER SIX: cold cold man — saint motel
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( 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘, 𝟏𝟓 )
A month had passed since the Potions Class.
They worked well as a pair, finishing the complicated potion quickly and to almost perfection. They had even received a small almost imperceptible nod from Snape, which essentially was the highest form of praise from Snape. Almost half the class had failed the lesson and Snape had given Potter a zero, probably merely because he just disliked him. Draco snickered with glee everytime he thought of it, and although Meredith had told Potter that she felt bad for him, he knew that she was still delighted with herself for doing so well. It was strange that he called her by her first name. He never called anyone by their first name other than maybe Pansy or Blaise, but he had known them for years now, and he had just met Meredith the day before.
Draco had assumed Meredith's inane popularity would die down after a short while as it probably came from the novelty of her transfer. However, it didn't die down, it only grew, the whole school knowing the name 'Meredith Darling' by the end of the month. It felt like she hadn't just arrived at Hogwarts a month ago, that she'd been here forever, and everyone loved her for it. No one could ever figure out why. Draco couldn't.
