Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 16

"The task is in four days, and you still haven't found anything?" Blaise chuckles softly as he loads his plate with a comically gigantic muffin. "Some tutor you are," he adds with a cheeky grin.

"The first task isn't exactly easy. Zabini," I snap, glaring at the Slytherin. He nods, chuckling.

"Right," he says, "and you're still not going to tell me what that is?" He gives me a pleading look, and I smile to myself, enjoying this far more than I should. Blaise and Malfoy hadn't stopped bothering me ever since our last encounter in potions, and it always made my day slightly better when I didn't tell them what the first task was.

"Never. Besides, the task is in four days. I'm sure you can wait."

"You are evil, Y/n Pucey," Blaise says. "Tell me, have you ever considered being a death eater?"

"Once or twice," I joke, giving a devilish grin. I see Adrian shift uncomfortably out of the corner of my eye, and I clear my throat, quickly changing the subject. "But I'm sure Potter and I will find something soon," I tell Blaise. "And when we do, you're going to be sorry you ever teased me."

"Oh?" Blaise raises an eyebrow. "Arrogant, I see. Perfect for a death eater." Blaise laughs as I punch him hard in the shoulder. His eyes suddenly flicker behind me, and he smirks. "It seems you have a little visitor, Y/n."

I turn around to see a young first year standing behind me, shaking slightly when she notices the hard glare Malfoy's giving her.

I raise an eyebrow expectantly.

"Can I help you?" I ask, narrowing my eyes. The girl nods.

"Professor Moody would like to see you in his office," she says in a strong, clear voice. Blaise and I exchange confused glances.

"Moody?" Blaise cocks an eyebrow. "I know you aren't his favorite, but what'd you do this time?"

"How am I supposed to know?" I snap, giving Blaise and icy glare. I turn to face the first year. "Do you know why he wants to see me?" I ask. The girl only shrugs, and my features harden. "Very well," I mutter, standing up and adjusting my robes. I glance back at Blaise. "I'll meet you at the three broomsticks?" He nods, pursing his lips, looking slightly disappointed as I slowly exit the Great Hall.

I frown. As far as I was concerned. I hadn't done anything significant in the past few weeks in defense against the dark arts that would cause a personal visit. Perhaps I had a missing assignment? The idea wasn't too unrealistic, given the fact that I spent most of my time tutoring Potter and doing homework by myself in the common room.

I finally come to a sudden halt in front of Moody's door. I hesitate before knocking, still trying to think of a reason as to why he needed to talk to me.

The door swings open, revealing Professor Moody hunched over several stacks of parchment on his desk. When I enter the room, his head snaps up, his one eye landing on me before giving a small and rather unsettling smile.

"Ms. Pucey," he says, giving me a quick nod of acknowledgment. "Please, sit down." I slowly sit, looking around.

I had visited this office only once in my second year during Lockhart's time. In his days, the walls had been plastered with beaming, winking pictures of Professor Lockhart himself. When Lupin taught here, his office had been decorated with several specimens of some fascinating new dark creatures for us to study in class. However, I look around to see Moody had decorated the place with several odd objects, most of which I couldn't identify.

It's quiet for a few moments as I shift in my chair uncomfortably, wondering why I'm here. That is, until Moody speaks up.

"So... found out about the dragons, have you?" He asks, an amused look on his face. My blood freezes like ice as his eyes meet mine. He knew. I open my mouth to come up with some pathetic excuse, but he cuts me off, "No need to lie, Ms. Pucey. Cheating is a traditional part of the tournament."