malice. |harry potter|

1.13

"I cannot believe that you three imbeciles dragged me into this!"

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The end of the school year was rapidly approaching, which meant that the oak table in the back corner of the library was seldom seen unoccupied by Malice Fallon.

     The girl, always studying for exams, was often seen with Draco Malfoy, who to Mali was at times, the only person in her immediate circle that genuinely cared about exams.

     Theo, Blaise, and Lottie all seemed content with an E or an A, so they didn't care much for studious tendencies. Pansy got A's the vast majority of the time, accepting P's in herbology, history of magic, and transfigurations. Astoria, well, let's just say that Astoria was lucky she was pretty. Which left Draco, a boy constantly seeking validation and pride from his father, making him just as crazed about exams as Hermione Granger.

     The boy would get perfect grades, but it seemed as though he was nervous about getting an E in History of Magic. Mali was first ranked in first-years, meaning that she was the best person to study with. Of course, first-year exams hardly mattered, but Draco was determined to get perfect scores nonetheless, which meant that he was almost always with Mali, and when he wasn't, Harry was.

Harry Potter didn't care much for studying, after all, it was not as though Jame Potter cared much for the difference between an E and a T. However, Malice refused to let him fail his Potions exams due to Snape's utter contempt for the boy. What this meant was the two of them on the floor of the kitchens, Mali drilling fact after fact into his memory until his head hurt.

All this to lead us to Mali, walking around the castle under the guise of night in an effort to calm her nerves. It was working, that is, until she rounded the corner of a corridor on the third floor to be body slammed by an unseen force heading in the opposite direction.

     The girl immediately fell to the floor, the heel of her palm smacking into the hard brick. "What the..."

     "Shite! Are you okay?"

     "Bloody hell, Harry! I told you not to walk so fast!"

      "Oh honestly, the two of you are being so loud!"

     Mali recognized the unmistakable whiny tone of Hermione Granger, and stared up in confusion as a piece of iridescent cloth fell to the floor, revealing none other than the Gryffindor trio. "Harry?"

Emerald eyes met her own in the darkness, glimmering with guilt. "Hey Mali. You're out way past curfew, you know?"

Mali scoffed, "Says you. And I see you brought gingerboy and goody two-shoes. How lovely!" she retorted, latching her gaze on the fabric he had discarded, fabric that seemed to be shimmering despite it's stationary position on the floor. "You have an invisibility cloak? And you never told me?" Mali whisper-screamed, staring down the boy in front of her.

"I'll explain it later, we don't really have time! Come on, we have to go," Harry said urgently, grabbing her wrist and pulling her along with the others.

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Mali gaped, wide eyes, jaw open. "It has three heads."

"Yes, it does."