When the lights go out [Malfoy x reader story]

Slytherin Vs Hufflepuff

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As soon as my lessons are over, I walk towards the big hall. Hermione is still furiously lifting the page in her book interogating every small line of words, to see the answer. "Don't worry too much about it, it is just a Potion and other than that, he won' t be mad, he isn't Snape." I whisper into her ear. I know how eager she is. I was  as well, but now, my ambitions are mostly kept alive due to the  fact that I wanted to learn more Defense Against the Dark Arts. "No!" She snaps forcefully shutting her book. "I want to know why he is succeeding." She then adds in a lower voice. "It's-" I couldn't tell her his secret, could I? A former student had written notes into the book, with advice, but if I told her now, she would probably go crazy. "It's?" She raised her brown brows. "Luck, I wanted to say he's probably just lucky this time." I change the direction of my sentence. "You don't even know if he really did right, so let's just wait for the end result." "Alright, but I still don't like that." "Sure." I start laughing as I grab her arms playfully pulling her along. She is laughing as well as we walk through the big hallways. As we arrive the big hallway I spot George and Fred. My face brightens even more as I look at the twins fooling around. "You like them both a lot, don't you?" Hermione says. "Yes, they are awesome." I reply. "But I knew you first, you know and you are the best." I give a goofy smile and she laughs. The twins, who seem to have seen me, suddenly stand in front of us. "Y/n." They say in unison. "We missed you." George adds. I nod and smile at them as  they both hug me. "You know guys, I have been wondering, if I can changes houses." I joke as we walk back to their place at the long table. "What?" Hermione asks shocked. "I'm joking don't worry. I'm not a brave Gryffindore." I laugh and brush her asking more questions about what I just said off. "Well I read a book. Want to hear a new spell?" I whisper ask the twins, sitting right in the middle. "Nothing more than that." George replies dramatically. "Spit it out!" Fred demands jokingly. "Okay so following-..." I start explaining the spell to them, while from time to time taking a bite of my food. There's beans, toast and meat, or at least that's what I choose to eat. I draw the details onto a piece of paper as we laugh and think about how and when to use that spell. "Do you guys want to go out with me this weekend? To Hoghsmead perhaps?" I ask, hoping they would say yes. "Sure thing for me." Fred agrees. "Yeah why not." George nods his head as well. "Butterbeer on me." I laugh and Ron suddenly turns his head towards  me. "What did you just say?" "Butterbeer on me?" I look at him puzzeled. "I'm in." He says nodding confidently. "But she didn't invite you." Fred says giving him a proviking smile. "It's alright I guess." I say, I don't want any arguments. "See, she likes me." Ron braggs his head up high. "Oh boys." Hermione rolls her eyes as she looks at me and I laugh.

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Defence against the Dark arts is finally the next thing on my schedule. I walk towards the room, alone this time. I explained my situation with Snape to the other's and even though they seemed to be a little put off, by the idea of me having Snape as my personal teacher, agreed to my request. I stop right after walking through the doorframe. Snape is stadning at the opposite end, again and as always dressed in black. He looks a little tired today, but not as tired and worn out as the Draco I now spot. He is paler than usual, the dark rings below his eyes have gotten darker since the last time I had seen him. His face looks sick. His eyes dead, somehow I feel very sorry for him. He is a Death eater now. I honestly wasn't sure if I thought he could make it. He was winy and weak and nothing like any other Death eater at all. He was just a little jealous boy, how always tried to live up to his father's expectations. His fahter was predictable, selfish and arrogant and so would he be one day. I look at Snape friendly and he gives me a glare not as mean as usually. "Today, we want to find out, who of those gathered here, are actually worthy of being in my course." Snape sneers eerily. "Perhaps, a duell to find out." He adds in the same tone. "Volunteers?" A few hands go up, but the simply ignores them. "No? Unfortunate, I will have to choose myself then." "Ms. Abbott and Ms. Hunter?" It's a rethorical question. I throw a quick look at Hermione, who seems relaxed, she gives me a chill smile. Ron looks at me encouraging. "What a delighting way to get back into the subject, isn't it Ms. Hunter?" Snape's shallow tone makes my toe nails curl. "Indeed, Sir." I agree, slightly nervous. I don't know Hannah very well, I don't know how strong she is, but since she was a Hufflepuff, she couldn't be too mean. I look at  Hermione again, she nods and for some reason I think I know what she wants to say even without reading her mind. Hannah is even though she seems to be of a calm nature, staring at me straight her wand in both hands. "Ready?" Snape wants to know, both of us nod. We proceed with the procedure. As we turn around again she lifts her wand up. She shoots spells at me without a break. Her little dislike for Slytherins comes through. I block all the spells as good as possible. She's a good witch for sure, but she doesn't try to hurt me, she just trys to get my wand away from me. Then a spell I haven't heard about yet. I block it just before it hits me. My hand is a little sweaty and I feel anxious having all those images coming back to my mind. Sudden anger overtakes me. I block her last spell and then cast one myself. She blocks, we cast spells onto eachother repeatedly, but neither of us, succeeds. Suddenly I can't control myself and read her mind, I see what she's trying to do and prevent it before casting a spell onto her. I choose stupor. The spell forcefully hurls her back, as she falls to the floor and slithers over it for another few inches. Grunting and moaning in pain she trys to get up. I run towards her and help her stand up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you." I whisper. She first seems annoyed, but then smiles at me, takin my apoligy. "It's fine, you are pretty good Hunter." "Y/n, we should use first names I suppose." Our whispered conversation aburptly ends, when Snape sneers her name. "Back to your places, five pointss for Slytherin." He mutters, in a deep voice. "Congrats Y/n." Millicent Bulstrode beams mocking the Hufflepuffs in the room. "Thanks." I say with a somewhat sarcastic voice. She seems like one of those, that enjoys feeling above others, but I couldn't say forsure, besides there were enough Gryffindores and Ravenclaws doing the same and sometimes even Hufflepuffs.

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