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“Is this the copy of Advanced Potion-Making that you purchased from Flourish and Blots?”
Harry gulps, staring at the book heavily for a moment before answering, “yes.”
“Then why… does it have the name Roonil Wazlib written inside the front cover.”
Hiding his horror, Harry responds quickly, ignoring the snickers of the class behind him as he does so, “that’s my nickname.”
Silence. The class stares at him for a long moment. Finally Ron snickers, “classic Roonil.”
Hermione turns away, hiding her twitching lips as Ron’s soft comment echoes around the room, finally pricing the tension as the Slytherins fall over themselves in laughter, the gryffindors not too far behind.
“Your,” Snape's voice cuts off the laughter as they all straighten, watching the scene before them in curiosity, “nickname?”
Nodding seriously, Harry explains, “a nickname is what your friends call you, if you have friends that is. Don’t need an explanation for what those are too, Professor?”
Rage lights those dark eyes as Snape snarls, “ I know what a nickname is, Potter!”
Lips twitching, Harry nods slowly, “well, you must understand that Roonil Wazlib is a pretty damn good one, then!”
Watching the vein in Snape's neck twitch, Harry blinks as his hand raises towards the door, “out. Now. All of you.”
Spinning on his heel, Harry doesn’t even pause to collect his belongings, seeing them already in Hermione’s hand. Rushing through the door, he sighs in relief as he makes his way through the halls, breathless laughter echoing after him as he runs.
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“You’ve got balls, Potter.”
Blinking up at Zabini, Harry blushes, “er…thank you?”
Smirking, Blaise leans down to whisper, “I like it.”
Setting a piece of parchment down in front of the wizard, Blaise winks before walking away, leaving Harry flabbergasted and flushed.
Looking down at the parchment, Harry’s blush travels all the way up to his ears as he reads it.
Meet me at the Room of Requirement at 6 O’Clock sharp. I have a surprise for you.
BZ
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Staring at the roses and candle lit dinner in front of him, Harry gapes at Zabini as he enters from a side door. The other boy was in a three piece suit, smirking down at him with a red rose held in his hand.
Holding the rose out, his deep voice rings clear as he looks deep into those emerald green eyes, “would you join me for dinner, Bello?”
Accepting the rose with a blush, Harry smiles up at the other boy through his lashes, blushing prettily as he answers, “yes. I’d love to.”