𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚃𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎

(A/n: I don't like putting these in but I just wanted to make sure you guys know this is based on the movies. Also, I'm sure you can tell I put my own twist on Draco.)

"This is an interesting class."

I mumbled to myself looking around the wildly decorated classroom. Otherwise known as the Divinations class. "Drink the tea then switch the cup with the person sitting opposite of you." Our professor instructed. I drank the tea and switched my cup to Draco's cup. "Is it just me or did that tea taste like the smell of a house elf?" Draco whispered. I giggled quietly not wanting our Professor to catch our conversation.

"Yeah, I suppose it does. Certainly isn't any pumpkin juice."

This made him smirk, a smirk of accomplishment rather than his cunning smirks. I looked at him and felt at ease, my smile softened. I caught myself and quickly looked at the tea reading index. I looked at the shape of tea leaves in his cup and then did my best to find the closest match in the index. Once I found it I marked it by placing my finger under it.

"So, what's mine say?" I ask peering at his book.

He looked at my cup and then at his book. Once he found one his face dropped, I looked confused and tried to see what he was looking at. "Well?" I asked. He looked up at me and then back at the book. "It says, you'll soon fight a great evil..within yourself." I took a moment to think about the meaning. "Ok..so it means soon I'll have some internal conflict I have to resolve. Big deal." I smiled.

"Your turn, yours says...your greatest enemy is not the ones around you, but rather it is yourself. A big change is coming your way."

I looked up at him and noticed he looked conflicted. Like he was confused but he had realized something at the same time. "Basically we have the same fortune." I further explained. "I got that.." He mumbled.

The bell rung its hourly song signifying it was the end of class and time to get to our next one. "Oh, it's time for our magical creatures class!" I said excitedly. "Why do we need a class on them? It's just a waste of time." Draco grumbled. "It's not a waste of time, they make up a big part of the Wizarding world you know." I retorted.

We walked down the pathway together, Crab and Goyle following behind us. Every once in a while they'd snicker to each other. "Draco I need to ask you something." I said a little quietly so Crab and Goyle couldn't hear. "What?" He asked. "I've noticed you're starting to become a tad nicer to our classmates. Is it because you're taking my advice?" I looked at him hopefully. He heavily sighed and scratched his eyebrow. "Yeah, I guess. I did a lot of thinking since you first mentioned it and you're right. I'm not going to let my father define me."

I looked at him and smiled brightly. "I'm so glad you came to that conclusion. When I came to that conclusion myself, I felt so much lighter. Like a huge weight was lifted off my shoulder." He nodded then looked at me confused. "What did you come to that conclusion for?" He asked. "Well, when I found out my biological father is Voldemort, I was scared I'd turn into him since it's in my blood. But I remembered, that's who he is, not me." I explained.

"You know..for the longest time I felt ashamed that I liked him and got along with him."

"What do you mean?"