The Mirror Shows Me You (Draco Malfoy)

3- Letters at dinner

"Malfoy?! You asked bloody Draco Malfoy for help in potions?" Ron stomped circles in the Gryffindor common room. "I told you he was a bloody weasel didn't I? Said he was a prick yeah?"

My eyes darted to the dorm room doors, nervous a student would walk through at any second and hear about the pact I made with Draco. "Ron will you shut it?" I hissed. "I pinky swore that I wouldn't tell anyone and here you are bellowing for all of the castle to hear!"

"Stop y/n," Harry interrupted, "you're telling me that you got Malfoy to pinky swear with you?" Laughter drew his face into a smile. "Oh there is no way in hell I'm letting Malfoy hear the end of this!"

Quickly my hand was pulling on Harry's ear. "Harry Potter I swear to gods if you tell Draco that I told you lot, I'll give you a matching scar." Harry's laughing seized. I let go of his ear quickly and returned my hand to my side.

"Sorry y/n, it's just, well you could have asked anyone and you asked Malfoy." Hermione crossed her arms, apparently she was quite good at stating the obvious.

I didn't have much for rebuttal, Ron had told me about Draco before and I just hadn't listened. "Look maybe I shouldn't have asked him but face it, he's got talent in potions plus I've already got him to agree to help and that was awkward enough for the entire Gryffindor house. I'm not going all this way just to waste my efforts so I can back out because I'm afraid of silly old Malfoy." The word Malfoy echoed a bit in the room.

"Damn," Ron spoke, "you really are a Gryffindor."
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During dinner that night a small owl I didn't recognize flew above my spot at the table. It carried a crisp letter in its talons before quietly dropping it in my lap, having a bit of bread off of a tray, and flying away. Ron, Hermione, and Harry looked to me, their faces reading mine for any sign that I had been expecting a letter.  I hadn't. This was my first ever letter I'd received at Hogwarts. I looked for a sender but the front only read my name in a dainty font.

"Well aren't you going to open it?" Hermione said as she stared at the envelope in my hands.

"Yes, right sorry." I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out a small piece of parchment. I began to read:

Dear Y/n,

While you read this pretend it's a letter from an old friend, don't let those nosy Gryffindors see who it's from.

Meet me in the potions room after most of your dorm is asleep tonight. Make sure no ones following you and don't tell anyone where you're going. Watch out for Filch.

~Draco Malfoy

"Who's that from then?" Ron tried peeking over my shoulder but I dipped my head forward so I covered the letter.

"Oh just an....old friend," I lied, "from my old neighborhood of course. Just popping in to say hello to an old friend!" I faked a laugh, trying to seem genuine.

"Alright. Make sure you write back then." Ron turned back to Harry and Hermione turned to her food.

I'd never been out of the dorms that late and I've never tried to sneak past Filch when I wasn't supposed to, but then again I was sticking to my plan of meeting Draco so I guess I'd have to learn tonight.
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"Are you okay y/n? You seem a bit jumpy, you haven't seen anything creepy around have you?" A boy with light brown hair and a crooked smile asked nervously.

"Oh sorry Neville, no I'm fine! So far I've been free of creepy crawlies and things that go thump in the night." Did I really look that jumpy? I mean I was a bit worried about getting in trouble yes, but I wasn't jumpy per say.

"Y/n!" Harry shouted and I jumped. "Do you want to go to the library with Hermione and I to study? Or are you too busy with you-know-who?" Harry gave an exaggerated wink.

"Oh piss off Potter!" I ran my hands across my legs, I guess I had been jumpy. "We haven't even set a date for studying yet! Besides you need all the help you can get from Hermione, so run along and stop talking about him." Harry rolled his eyes and walked away.

I said a quick goodnight to Ron and Neville, made a silly excuse that I needed to get a good nights sleep before my next Divination class, and went up to my bed.
I gathered all my quills, books, and parchment that I'd need for my Potions lesson with Draco and stuffed them quietly under my bed. Now it was a waiting game.
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As soon as each Gryffindor had settled quietly in their bed, I slid my supplies out from below me, tucking them under my robes.

Only a few students remained in the common room but they were each focused on their own work so I quickly pushed the portrait open and stepped into the dim lit  walkway.

Peering the slightest bit around each corner I checked for any signs of Filch or his devil cat. Stopping short when I heard the grumble of the squib. I pressed my back flatly to the wall and held my breath as to not make a single sound. With his voice slowly fading I let out a deep sigh and swiftly made my way to Snape's classroom.
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I hesitated for a bit outside the closed door. Do I knock? What if Snape is inside? What if this was all a trick Draco had set up to get me in trouble? What if-

Draco opened the door. "There you are, I thought I heard you walk up y/l/n." He moved out of the doorway, "come in quickly idiot, you're going to get caught if you stand there forever."

The classroom was barely bright enough to see past a few desks, I guess Draco was also afraid to get caught. He had laid out a few vials next to a cauldron and some open books.

"Great you brought your own stuff," he motioned for my to put it down, "glad to know you're smart enough to remember your quill."

I laid my books softly on the table and looked to Draco. His face casted with shadows from the dim light, his cheekbones outlined with a thin gray line.

"Stop looking at me like that mud-," he paused and scoffed, "pure blood. Stop looking at me like that pure blood." He flipped through a few pages in a book. "Well I'd like to start now if you don't mind."
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