heather; chapter eight

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'HOT'
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Adding dragonfly wings to their vivid green potion, Mina recoiled as the brew instantly puffed with steam, but continued to stir carefully with her, now healed, hand. Beside her, Heather looked around the classroom with her elbows on the desk and face in her hands, legs swinging idly beneath the table.

"Who's your friend?" She asked, her voice blending into the ambience of the classroom.

Mina glanced up from the cauldron and followed her gaze, which led to Harry across the room; laughing at something Josiah had said by their cauldron. She pushed down the burning sensation in her chest as Heather's blue eyes continued to look him over.

"Oh," Mina looked back to their potion quickly, knowing what happened the last time she got distracted. "That's Harry."

"Harry Potter? As in, the boy who lived Harry Potter? Who killed Voldemort when he was a baby?"

"Yeah, that's him."

"Are you two dating?"

"What—" the stirring rod Mina had been using met their desk with a loud clang. She stammered; surprised by the sudden question. "No. What?"

"Really?" Heather sounded genuinely surprised, which only reinforced the questions spiralling in Mina's head, who picked up the stirring rod and put it back in the cauldron, keeping her eyes trained to the bubbling green. "Is he single, then?"

"Yes, very single," Mina scrunched her nose in a grimace; cringing at the words leaving her mouth. Heather didn't seem to notice, however; her attention completely on the bespectacled boy. "...and looking."

"Is that so?" A smirk formed on her glossy lips. "Tell me about him."

Despite the urge to talk Harry down, and thereby keep him all to herself, Mina ignored the jealous thumping of her heart and kept up their agreement. She stole another glance at him just as he ran a hand through his hair. "He's quidditch captain this year, and he's nice. Full of himself, but really nice. Thoughtful, too. Sincere. Caring..." Mina cleared her throat, and continued stirring the potion.

"Hot," Heather added, and Mina nodded despite herself.

"He's a charmer."

Heather hummed thoughtfully. "Cool," she said and stood, finally looking away from him. "I'll be right back—d'you mind keeping an eye on the potion for a bit?"

"No, that's fine," Mina said as she left, despite having 'kept an eye' on the potion for the entire class already after doing most of the work.

She began pouring the potion into small vials when heavy rain suddenly plummeted down on the classroom windows. Turning around, Mina eyed the droplets running down the glass, and pulled her sleeves down; suddenly feeling a lot colder than before. The scent of rain hitting the ground wafted in through gaps in the window's edges, and she couldn't help but feel content at the familiar smell.

Turning back to her desk, Mina jumped as the defined face of Harry met her gaze; standing on the other side of her desk. Her elbow hit the cauldron, but he balanced it just before it fell.

"Merlin, Harry," she took a breath and warily glanced back at the rain as he put the cauldron back on its stand and laughed. Mina looked back to him. It was the last class of the day, and they were supposed to be meeting at the pitch in mere minutes.

"Don't give me that look! Flying is still on," he said, leaning his forearms on her desk.

"In this?" Mina motioned outside, and Harry nodded.

"This is nothing, it's just a couple drops," he said, and as if on cue, the rain intensified, and they had to talk louder to even hear one another above the racket it made. "Okay, maybe more than that, but it will have passed in..." he checked his watch, "ten minutes. How's it going with Heather?" he asked before she could dispute further.

"I think you actually have a shot!" She said excitedly despite herself, and he grinned.

"You doubted me?"

"To be fair, you came to me, the most single person on this planet, for relationship advice. That's kinda sad," Mina teased. "Maybe even a new low for you."

"Touché, Lee."

The classroom door burst open, hitting the stone wall, but they didn't bother to look; already knowing it was Professor Snape. It took mere seconds for his familiar drawl to reach their ears as he walked over to his desk.

"Potter, back to your seat," he said.

"Sir, yes, sir," Harry responded, ignoring the glare he received. Standing up straighter, he patted Mina's desk before leaving. "I'll meet you after class to go to the pitch. Nine minutes!"

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a/n:
hii!! sorry for the wait on this chapter lol, the next one won't be too far away bc i'm so excited to write it.

as always, let me know what you think of the story so far / what you think is gonna happen !

ilyyy bye <33
-g