Quisley Twins

part 6

A/n: this chapter is long compared to what i usually write. it's a bit of a slow-burn chapter but i promise it's worth it at the end. warning: there is very much so smut and it gets a little bit kinky in this part. proceed with caution.

It had been three days since my 'encounter' with the Weasley twins had happened. I hadn't told anyone, and I desperately hoped they didn't either. I hadn't talked to them since. I avoided them and tried to go into hiding when I spotted them in the halls.

I mainly had been hanging out with Ginny and her friends. I had gotten pretty close to Ginny and clung to her as if she were a safety blanket. Ginny had been very kind to me. I admired her and how she was so bold and willing to say whatever was on her mind. 

Luna was lovely yet odd. I didn't mind this though, hearing her talk to me about Nargles was the most interesting part of my day. She always paid me compliments that made me feel good about myself.

Neville was probably the most wholesome and caring person I'd ever meet.  Although he hadn't known me long, he took every opportunity he could to make me feel comfortable and involved, which I appreciated since I felt like a bit of an outsider at times.

Ginny's boyfriend Harry, her brother Ron, and their friend Hermione were also very kind to me. Although I hadn't had many conversations with harry, the times I had talked to him, he was always very polite. I was closer with Ron than I was Harry. Ron was always very sweet to me and made me often laugh, even when he wasn't trying to. Hermione tended to watch over me when she could and would create excuses to start a conversation.

Although I was friends with primarily Gryffindors and a Ravenclaw, someone from my own house had finally started talking to me. Draco Malfoy had approached me in our common room the morning after I'd had my fun with Fred and George.

~ flashback ~ 

I was standing by the fire in the Slytherin common room, once again, thinking about what had happened last night. Suddenly, I realized Draco Malfoy was approaching me.

"Hello," I spoke, a bit confused as to why he wanted to speak to me.

"Why do you associate with those filthy Gryffindor blood traitors? You're a Slytherin; you should have higher standards than that."

"Um, what happened to hi, hello? I believe I've only spoken to you once, Malfoy."

"I'm just asking you a question, no need to get your panties in a bundle. Besides, you look pathetic, always alone in your own common room. As a Slytherin prefect, I've taken the burden of trying to make you seem less pitiful by talking to you. Really, you should be thanking me."

"How kind," I said sarcastically. "I feel like you should know I hang out with 'blood traitors' because I'm a half-blood," I added.

"At least you're not a mudblood." He scoffed at the mention.

"Don't use that word! I have friends who are mudbl-" I stopped myself before I could finish my sentence.

"go on, finish that sentence." He laughed mockingly.

"No, I didn't mean to say-"

"Well, for a half-blood, you're not that bad looking."

"Is that your sad attempt at a compliment?"

"Possibly." He spoke in an almost flirtatious way.

"For a crazy spoiled rich pureblood fanatic brat, and mind you, those are only some of what I've heard about you from the Gryffindors...you're not too bad looking yourself." I laughed to myself.