Forbidden, Draco Malfoy

3.

That evening Fred invited me at the Gryffindor common room to stay there with the others and have fun.

Fred and George have been my best friends since i got at hogwarts. They always cheered me up when I was down. We always used to prank everyone and this was so much fun, but honestly, since they made their Skiving Snackbox, it was even better.

I always thought that Fred had a weak spot for me but there was nothing sure and even if it was, I don't think I could risk to ruin our friendship.

As we arrived in front of the fat lady, she didn't seem too disappointed that a Slytherin entered the common room so Fred said the password and we found the others welcoming us warmly.

There was something about the Gryffindor common room that made me feel secure. Like if I was protected. Maybe it was because every time I was there I was surrounded by my friends, perhaps because the warm colors of the room and the scratching fire made me feel comfortable. I never really knew what but there was this thing that never vanished.

Fred and George were getting bored and, extra as always, they suggested to sneak into the kitchens to get some food.
How could I say no?
So, the three of us, left the common room, despite Hermione's disappointment, and armed by our wands we cast the enlightening spell.

"Lumos"

We went down the stairs to the ground floor and arrived in front of the kitchens, next to the Hufflepuff common room. The door was locked.

"Alohomora" whispered George. And with a move the door swung open.

We got inside trying not to laugh, but it was too hard since the adrenaline made us euphoric.

We took some food and as I sat on the table, the three of us started eating.

"Diana did you hear that there will be a new student?" asked George.

"Rumors say that he's an important death eater's son but you know how rumors are at Hogwarts, we never know." replied Fred.

"Who told you there is gonna be a new student?" I demanded.

"We heard Dumbledore and Snape talking in his office." They said at the same time.

"Which death eater could have a son? I mean
the Malfoys have Draco, the Puceys have Adrian, I mean who else could have a son?"

"Do you guys imagine Pettigrew with a son?" said Fred ironically.

The three of us bursted into laughing as we heard the door opening. It was Filch with his stupid cat. They caught us. His smile was so wide, showing that horrible teeth of his as he lead us into his office.
He signed a paper where he wrote what we had done, so he could give it to professor Mcgonagall for the twins and professor Snape for me.