𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇! 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲

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chapter three. the drunk professors.

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AFTER WHAT SEEMED TO BE a very long and intense day, draco was finally walking to the great hall for dinner.

throughout the day, he couldn't get blaise's words out of his head. he did indeed have a soul mark, there was no denying it. draco actually had quite a few soul marks running up and down his torso, but they all happened at the same time so he was considering it as just one.

draco thought about writing to his mother about his soul mark but decided against it. narcissa malfoy had divorced lucius malfoy during draco's second year after he had been sent to azkaban for attempted murder with a dark object. after the divorce, narcissa decided to change back to her maiden name, black. draco thought about changing names with her, but thought it would just complicate things. plus, draco thought he sounded better as a malfoy than a black.

draco remembered how lonely the manor had felt during breaks and summers. he couldn't imagine how it felt for his mother while he was away at hogwarts. he didn't want to send her a letter talking about his soulmate when she was no longer married to hers. as insensitive as draco could be, he felt like that was a little bit much.

draco's last class of the day had been exceptionally hard for him. potions was usually one of his favorite classes, but his mind was preoccupied. it was one of the few classes he had with potter, but potions was a double-period.

snape had been breathing down draco's neck all class period, especially whenever draco found himself glaring at potter. it was unbearably difficult to focus.

draco was just glad his day was over. he walked through the great hall and towards the slytherin table where his friends were already sat.

"draco, finally! what took you so long? i thought you were walking with us from potions?" pansy asked as draco took his spot next to her.

draco shrugged, "just wanted some time to think."

"well, it's a good thing you're here now. theo and blaise are being complete imbeciles!" tracey shoved a bite of food into her mouth.

draco snickered as he hungrily took his first bite, "what did they do this time?"

"we're simply just debating on which professor could get the most drunk. the only reasonable answer is dumbledore," blaise playfully shoved theodore nott's shoulder.

"no, it's definitely flitwick!" theodore laughed.

"that's not all you were discussing!" pansy laughed.

"they're planning on slipping some firewhisky into their goblets tomorrow night!" daphne greengrass laughed with the others.

"there are so many ways this could go wrong. don't you guys remember snape has been getting onto us about detentions?" draco asked.

"we just won't get caught," blaise flashed a smile.

draco rolled his eyes and continued to eat his food, "your life, not mine."

the slytherins continued to eat their dinner, joking about professors and complaining about homework – their usual dinner conversations. although, draco's thoughts and actions were anything but usual. he was keeping to himself instead of leading the conversation and seemed to be very lost in his thoughts.

after keeping his eyes glued to his dinner, draco decided to tear his gaze to the gryffindor table. potter had just arrived to dinner after being in the library for half the time. he sat down across from hermione granger with a book tucked under his right arm. granger grabbed onto potter's right wrist and glazed her hand over his knuckles – which had turned into dark orange bruises that looked a lot like the bruises draco had all over his torso.