– Draco's POV –
"I don't like her," I whispered to Blaise. The table was now filled with countless colourful plates of mouth-watering food, but they failed to capture my attention.
"Well, I like her," Blaise whispered back, taking a bite of an appetising chicken drumstick with his fork.
"You don't even know her," I muttered.
"Neither do you," Blaise chuckled. "Are you not gonna eat?"
I felt no appetite and I just wanted to rest early. "Not hungry," I spoke, standing up from my seat.
"Where are you going?" asked Blaise, mumbling with food in his mouth.
"Common room," I replied and walked towards the gate. Standing up, I could see Y/N more clearly. I gazed at her still face. She wasn't eating.
What's in that little head of yours? My eyes never left her until I reached the gate. But then just as I took steps towards the dungeons, I heard footsteps coming from the moving staircase connected to the hallway. I first ignored them and walked past, but then I heard someone's voice echoing lowly.
"We shouldn't have accepted her," McGonagall complained. I stopped and turned my head to the staircase.
"The Durmstrang and Hogwarts share a pact. It's our priority to help–"
"Help those who've committed some very serious crimes?" McGonagall's sharp voice travelled through the castle, interrupting Dumbledore. Could this be about Y/N? I was tempted to listen to the conversation, so I secretly approached the staircase. There, I saw two shadows climbing upstairs and stopping on the second floor.
"Keep your voice down!" Dumbledore scolded. "She is merely a student."
"This was a reckless decision," McGonagall sighed, and I hid behind the wall and listened. This is about her.
"She is a student, who needs protection which the Durmstrang has given up providing her," said Dumbledore firmly. "She belongs here."
"What do you mean? That is precisely why she doesn't belong here!" McGonagall failed to keep a contained voice.
"She doesn't belong anywhere. She could be sent to Azkaban." At Dumbledore's words, my heart began pounding. "Do you want to send a student to Azkaban?"
Azkaban...? I quietly walked up the stairs for more clarity.
"If that will stop causing more problems, yes. She has the potential to be a dark witch. No, maybe she already is." said McGonagall. "And the boy, he helped her."
"Exactly. That's how the Ministry will see her. But to me, she is innocent and only we can help her– Shh."
Shit, I almost tripped over but I caught the handrails just before I could make a louder noise. I swiftly hid myself from their view.
"Anyways, Let's do what we can do." Dumbledore's footsteps faded and soon, McGonagall walked downstairs. I hurriedly jumped down the staircase and hid behind a column, where I watched her enter the Great Hall. Soon, students flooded out of the opened gate in four big groups, each led by the prefects.
Gryffindor was heading upstairs to their common room and there she was. I approached Y/N, stopping her by grabbing the hood of her robe from behind. "Hey,"
Y/N lifted her chin and looked up at me. She was about a foot shorter than me, so I was basically hovering over her from behind. "Oh, ice cream boy. I knew you were tall but didn't know you were this tall."
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