Twisted (Year 2)

Cold Sunday Mornings

~(Y/N) POV~

Since last night, Blaise has been absolutely disgusting. He knows Caroline didn't go anywhere near Oliver, but he's still acting unbearable. He's lashing out, and it's put everyone in our friend group in a terrible mood. So, Draco and I decide to go on a walk around the castle. It's 8:00 AM on a Sunday, and we don't have class.

When we ask Snape for permission, he mumbles yes and waves us off. I think he's too distracted to fully comprehend our request. I thought he would have said no, considering the harsh rules we currently have to abide by.

We make our way through the huge double doors. I zip up my jacket and fold my arms. A light layer of snow covers the ground, and I shiver when a few flakes fall onto my eyelashes.

"It's freezing." I yawn.

"I happen to like the cold." Draco comments. His breath visibly floats into the air.

"I think it's alright." I kick up some snow as we shuffle down the path.

"I have to ask you something. And I know it's going to sound stupid, but I want to know." Draco stops, and I turn around to face him.

I notice his Rosey cheeks, probably a result of the cold.

"Ask me." I send him a reassuring smile.

"Do you think I'm a bad person?" He avoids eye contact.

"No." I answer, honestly.

"That's it? Just no?" He makes a face.

"I think you're a lot of things, a bully, maybe, but you're not necessarily a bad person. You do what you've got to do."

"You're wrong about me." He shakes his head. "I am bad."

"If anyone here's bad, it's me." I link my arm with his and continue walking.

"You're delusional." He scoffs.

"I formed fake friendships with three genuinely nice people. Then, I switched on them completely."

"You did it for me, though. That was my job, and when I failed, you did it so I wouldn't get in trouble. There's obviously good in you. I like making fun of them. That's where we're different."

"There are very few things I care about, Draco. But when I do care about something, that's what I pour my energy into. From you're point of view, I'm not bad. But from an outsider's point of view, I'm horrid."

"I can't believe you think I'm not evil."

"Look me in the eyes and tell me you wouldn't do something of equal importance for me." I say.

"You know I would." He scrunches his nose.

"Then there's obviously good in you too."

He considers it for a moment.

"I suppose you're right." He bites his lip. "But I hope you know there's a lot of bad in me too."

"Then we can be bad people together." I chuckle.

We walk for a few more minutes, just enjoying each other's company, when Draco's owl, Hunter, flies towards us with a letter in his talents. Draco grabs the envelope and sends Hunter away to the owlery.

"It's from my father." His face slightly drops.

"I'm sure everything's just fine."

We stop walking and Draco tears open the envelope.

"Dear Draco,

I've successfully persuaded the school board. By tonight, Dumbledore will no longer have his title as headmaster, and that oaf Hagrid will be sent to Azkaban. His record is against him. The minister, Cornelius Fudge, has right to believe he opened the Chamber. Mr. Wolfwood and I have been asked to appear at Hogwarts to deliver this message, and give Dumbledore the proper paperwork to step down. We may or may not see you there. Pass this information on to (Y/n). Her father has been called into the ministry for an important meeting, and currently can't send an owl.

-Lucius Malfoy"

Draco reads the letter aloud.

"Our fathers? At the castle tonight?" I shudder.

"There's a chance we won't see them. Let's stay in our dorms, surely they can't enter there." Draco suggests.

"Right." I brush some snow off of my shoulder.

"Cheer up, will you? With Dumbledore and Hagrid gone, the school will improve drastically." Draco rolls his eyes. "No more Gryffindor privilege."

"Maybe Snape will become headmaster." I chuckle.

"I wish." 

We continue our way down the path. Out of nowhere, Draco comes to a halt.

"What now?" I say sarcastically. 

He doesn't answer but keeps a wide grin across his face. 

"What?" My voice grows a tad more serious. 

He bends down and grabs a fist full of snow. He forms it into a ball, and before I can protest, he launches it right towards me. 

It collides with my chest, sending ice down the front of my jacket. 

"You git!" I yell and scramble to get some snow for payback.

I nail him directly in the back of the head.

"For Merlin's sake, (Y/n)!" Draco growls. 

"You started it, loser." I bend over to get more snow, but he tackles me to the ground.

"These are new robes, Draco!" I groan.

"I don't give a fuck." He shoves a handful of snow into my face.

I switch positions, so I'm leaning over him, and dump snow onto his face as well. That doesn't last long, because as much as I hate to admit it, Draco is stronger than me. I get shoved hard, back underneath him. Our jackets and robes are sopping wet.

Before Draco could smother me with more snow, we hear two sets of footsteps stop behind us. We both slowly turn our heads.

"Hey, guys." I look at the duo, past Draco's shoulder.

"Are you okay, (Y/n)?" Harry asks.

"We thought you and Malfoy were... fighting." Ron scratches the back of his neck.

Draco shoots up from the ground, me as well. I flatten down some of his messy hair.

"We were. Snowball fight." I say in a bored tone. 

"That didn't look much like a snowball fight." Ron mutters.

"What did it look like then, blood traitor?" Draco snarls.

"Better get going." Harry glares at Ron. 

"We better be on our way too." I grab Draco's hand and drag him away before there's any bloodshed. 

"So much for 'Genuinely nice people.' They're wretched." Draco smoothes out his hair some more.

"Annoying. And Merlin knows what they were implying." I agree with him.

"Let's get back to the castle for some dry robes." He straightens his tie.

"Yes, please." My teeth chatter.