His Potter girl

04

As Professor McGonaggall explained something about Sea Beings, I wrote down some notes to be able to study them afterwards.

I looked up from my notebook and saw Malfoy staring blatantly at me. He smirked and shoved his tongue around his upper teeth razzingly.

I quickly looked away and took a deep breath.

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After two weeks, I already thought the classes were flabbergasting. I couldn't like them or the castle more.

I had gotten quite along with Hermione, after all. We went to all the classes together since we both had the same, plus the Time Turner. She was kind of stubborn but it was so funny to see her; always engulfed with homework. Studying with Hermione was compelling. She was such an inspiration. I couldn't be as hard-working and organized even if I tried. We had also talked about our life outside classwork and Hogwarts, of course. She gives the best kind of advice. She went to bed quite soon, so I had a lot of time to spend at the library on my own before lights out.

Harry and I had catched up on our last few years apart at the mealtimes. We had always had a good relationship. Of course, I already knew he had fought with Voldemort twice, it was all over the newspapers both last year an the year before that. But I let him fill me in from his point of view.

I felt so guilty for not being there for him, Hermione, Ginny and the Weasly's, who, by the way, are all very nice to me but don't behave completely straightforward toward me for, after all, I am a Slytherin. Although, one of the Weasly's is in Slytherin, Claudia, Ginny's twin, quite the excitement for Ron.

Would they treat her with the same resentment as they treated me?

I hadn't talked to her yet. She was in year two.

On the other hand, I feel so proud that he was able to fight that man (or Monster, I'm not so sure) that had killed our parents, by himself, and defeated him! It's so brave of him, he always had been.

I wish I could've been there, though, and get back at that noseless bitch.

Ron has made an excessive effort to be polite to me. My brother probably talked him into it.

Malfoy and I had been doing homework together every day after Hermione left to the Gryffindor common room, like I was supposed to at the moment (to my own house's common room, obviously).

Underneath the thick mask he puts on, he's actually an ordinary, funny boy. He sometimes gets out of tune and makes snare comments, but that's Malfoy I suppose; that's what I've been told anyway. After all, I've only know him for two weeks.

I look around the library and our eyes meet. He sits on a chair across the library just in front of me. I frown. All at once, Hermione starts to pick up her books.

"I forgot. Harry wanted to talk to Ron and I about something."

"About what?" I say almost at once. She stops gathering her things and looks straight at me. "What? He's my brother. I have a right to want to know what's going on in his life."

"I know..." She gives me an apologetic look. "But I think he should be the one to tell you this." I nod and she sets off.

I sigh loudly.

I hear another mimicked sigh around the library.

I look up and see Malfoy smirking. He stands up and starts walking towards me.

"What's wrong?"

"It's none of you business." I say.

"Come on." He opens his eyes exaggeratedly and for a moment I think he got mental. "Tell me." He hits my arm playfully.

I sigh once again. "It's just my brother being secretive, all of a sudden. We have been talking a lot but Hermione just left to talk to him and he didn't ask me to talk too." I pout.

"You could ask him to tell you and if he doesn't..."

"If he doesn't, what?"

"Well, I could help you." He sits down on the chair Hermione was just minutes ago.

I mean, my brother hated Malfoy but what could I actually do to get him so mad at me that he would give in and tell me?

"Thank you. Bye." I stand up and leave with only my wand, leaving all of my books spread on the table.

"Wait, what?" He calls after me but I ignore him.

After a while, I see my brother saunting around the third floor's corridor.

Should I be worried that he's always walking around?

"Hey. Harry," He looks my way.

"Oh hi, Y/n," He says scratching the back of his neck and avoiding my gaze.

"I'm not trying to be irksome but—"I was speechless. How do you say that you want to annoy your brother into tell you everything about his life even if he doesn't want to? I'm not his mum. I actually should stop being so concerned.

"Merlin, you have to know everything, haven't you?"

I narrowed my brows. "What?"

"I don't have to tell you everything."

"Erm... Okay... I mean, if you say so."

"Yeah, I do." Angry, are we?

"Okay, bye then." I strode off to the dungeons.