Double Trouble || Draco Malfoy x Reader

page 394 || chapter nine

For the next few days, Sirius Black was all anyone could talk about. Malfoy had even put his constant taunts to rest for the time being. Well, excluding the morning he decided to spit mouthwash into my face.

On one of those days, we had Defence Against the Dark Arts, and it was half-way through break when I suddenly realised I'd left my textbook in my room. After promising to meet all of my friends in class, I raced off to the dungeons.

When I opened the door to my room, I was relieved to see my textbook still on top of the dresser. So as quickly as I could, I stuffed it into my already full handbag, and was just about to leave when a figure emerged in the doorway.

"Leaving already?"

The cocky look on Malfoy's face tore a sigh from my throat. "What do you want?"

"Why do you think I want something?" Malfoy tilted his head, his hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

"Okay, well in that case, move away from the door so I can leave before I'm late to class."

"Fine," Malfoy said, stepping aside. But of course he's not that simple, because the second I was about to walk through the door, he stuck his arm out. I sucked in a deep breath and glared at him. "Move."

"Hm fine, but on only one condition." He said with a curl to his lips.

"What?" I hissed impatiently.

Malfoy pulled a folded note from his pocket and held it out to me. I took it from his hands, dumbfounded. "Seven o'clock." He said, and without a word of explanation, removed his arm.

I silently shoved past him and opened the note on my way down the stairs.

Astronomy Tower, tomorrow night.
Meet me there.

~ D. M

As much as I didn't want to believe it, the familiar cursive handwriting was unmistakable. Not to mention, he literally gave me the note himself.

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Fortunately, I wasn't late to Defence Against the Dark Arts. Not that Lupin was the kind of Professor to mind. Except, that was the problem. Lupin never showed up. Instead, Professor Snape burst through the door and closed all of the windows on the way in.

Pansy turned to look at me. I, equally as confused, could do nothing but shrug.

Snape stopped at the front of the room and turned on his heels. He pulled a white string; which made a screen unravel in front of the board. "Turn to page 394," he drawled in his cold, monotone voice.

Pansy leaned over to pull her book out from her bag when Snape suddenly called— "Miss Parkinson?"

"Yes?" She looked up, confused.

"Please move yourself to the empty seat in the back of the classroom." Snape said, gesturing to the available seat besides Neville Longbottom. Pansy grimaced.

"But sir—,"

"Now."

Pansy huffed. She stood up from her seat and made sure to puff about it as loud as she could. "Sorry Y/N," she whispered, picking up her book. "It's okay," I reassured her, gesturing to the seat so she didn't get into trouble.

Pansy trudged bitterly towards the back.

So, alone I sat, and with nothing else better to do I flipped my book open to page 394. However, when I looked down at the content on the page, my brows furrowed in confusion. Werewol—?