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Michael Clifford is Slytherin’s resident bad boy. Everyone in Hogwarts knows exactly who he is and to stay out of his way in order to avoid becoming his next target. He is more often than not caught skipping classes, but because his father, Professor Clifford, just so happens to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher he never gets in any real trouble. The smug boy, known for his snarky remarks and coloured hair was also your partner in potions class. Being a Slytherin, he had a good standing with the professor and didn’t get told off when he did something wrong. On the other hand, you, being a Hufflepuff, even though you were incredibly intelligent when it came to potions, got reprimanded at every fault Michael made. 

You we’re sat in your seat, patiently waiting for the arrival of Michael, he was late like usual, meaning you couldn’t start without him seeing as this was a group project. Nearly twenty minutes later, Michael came striding into class, his hair sticking in every direction and his tie loosely hung around his neck. His signature smirk crawled onto his face as he saw you looking up at him through your eyelashes.

 "Y/N, you’re looking quite irresistible today." He said smugly.

You rolled your eyes. Michael never took school seriously and spent most class bugging you. You were a muggle born and felt like you needed to do well in school in order to prove to everyone that you deserved to be there just like everyone else, and Michael’s efforts in class were not helping you.

"Michael, you realize that I need to do well here, not everyone gets a free pass and everything handed to them on a silver platter. I really need you to be here so that I can pass and be able to come back here next year, okay? This place is my home and I need to be accepted again next year." 

Michael ran his hands through his shaggy hair, “Y/N, how many times do I have to tell you that I hate being called Michael?” 

“And how many times to I have to tell you to show up on time?” You whisper-yelled. 

“Ten points from Hufflepuff, Miss Y/L/N.” 

You groaned, “You know what, I give up. I’ll figure this out myself, go out and do whatever the hell you do with all your time. I don’t need you, because I have done damn well fine without you before and will continue to do so from here on forth.” 

“Wow, Y/N. You don’t have to be rude about it. Have fun on your own. You’ll be failing by next class and will be begging for me to come back.” Michael fumed before walking calmly out of the room, not being noticed by the professor. 

You shook your head before turning back to the potion kit in front of you. You had already practiced this one over the summer and weren’t concerned at all. Smugly, you began working away and desperately awaiting the opportunity to rub your rewarding grades in Michael Clifford’s face.

Once the class ended and you had proven to the teacher that you did know a thing or two about potions you began to make your way to your next class. You were proud of how working on your own had turned out and couldn’t wait to be able to show michael what you had achieved, that was until you heard his voice call after you in the hall. 

Your name rang in your ears, the voicing calling out to you as cold ice causing you to be childishly afraid to turn around and face the much taller boy.  

"Y/N, I know you heard me, you filthy mudblood! Look at me when I’m talking to you!" He snarled from only a few steps behind you. 

You felt your stomach drop as you slowly turned around to face him. His eyes were narrowed as he looked down at you. 

"Yes, M-Micha-" 

"God dammit Y/N, how many times do u have to tell you? Do not call me Michael! It’s Mike!" He barked back at you, causing you to squirm. A smirk spread across his lips, he was clearly gaining pleasure from your fear. 

He took a step closer to you, “Now listen here, Y/N. This is what’s going to happen. I don’t know who you think you are, talking to me like that, but I’ll have you know that no one talks to me like that. Now, because of that you owe me. You embarrassed me in class and I just can’t let that go.” He said, the sternness in his voice never faltering. “You see, Y/N, I like you quite a bit and you’re lucky that I do. While I was off for the rest of class I came up with your consequence. You have to take me on a date, and no I don’t mean I take you. You’re taking me on a date. Understand?” He said, running a finger along your jaw. 

You nodded lightly, while looking at him in his pale green eyes as they took in the small details of your face. 

"Good, I’m glad. I’ll see you Friday night then, Y/N." He said, winking at you before turning down the hall and leaving you behind him.

You were scared of Michael, you always had been, but you never expected this to happen and you couldn’t deny that you were excited.


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