Miss Slytherin

Book 6: Chapter 16

"What are you doing here?" Finley frowned her hand onto Sebastian's shoulder trying to have her feet 'accidentally' step on his as they waltzed on the dance floor. Not that she had much of a choice, it was either curse him with a Latin spell or beat him to a pulp with her heels, both scenarios involve her being suspended or even expelled. "What's your plan, why did you come here?" She asks again, this time finding the right time to step on his toe with her heel.

"The plan didn't involve getting my feet smashed by those shoes that's for sure," Sebastian winced as he maneuvers Finley to a closer hold, not allowing her to have a view of their feet so she could step on him on purpose again.

"Get away from me you bastard," Finley glared at him as she tried to push him away but couldn't, the distance made her uncomfortable, this wasn't the same Bazz she knew even for a short amount of time. All she could see was Sebastian who betrayed her, who joined the death eaters.

"On the contrary, my parents were married when they had me, if not Mirelle would be a bastard too—"

"Tell me what you want or I will kill you," Finley seethed, impatient, angry, the look of loathing she had on her face made Sebastian shut up. She didn't look like she was joking, not one bit that it sent shivers up his spine.

"I'm here to warn you," he finally says, his eyes starting to wander around the room.

"Oh, So you're a double-crosser now? Great! It's not like you could betray us a second time huh?"

"I know you don't trust me anymore, but believe me when I say that your boyfriend is going to kill your headmaster," Sebastian hastily whispered into her ear, his face resting near her ear, his warm breath fanning her hair. "He's working on a box that can allow death eaters to enter the school without detection."

"How do you know all this?" Finley skeptically asks, not wanting to believe him yet she felt like he was telling the truth. "If this is a trap, I swear to Merlin above—"

"If you believe me or not, it's up to you," he tells her, his face looked serious, not the playful mischievous eyes she was used to seeing when she was 15. This was a 17-year-old Sebastian who looked like he had seen so much in the world that he wished he didn't see. "I'm only looking out for you Finley," he says in a tone that almost made her second guess his sincerity.

"Draco can't do that," she tells him, catching the frustrated look on Sebastian's face making it look like she annoyed him. "He's not you, he can't kill someone."

"You think I killed someone before Finley?" Sebastian frowned, their movements stopped now noticing how isolated this part of the dance floor was, convenient enough for them to exit just as quickly. "You think I'm capable of something like that?"

"How else did you become a death eater, Sebastian?" She steps closer towards him, "I can't possibly assume that you made friendship bracelets for Tom Riddle to get you in as his posse now that would be silly, wouldn't it?" She sarcastically says just as she turned away from Sebastian a commotion ensued.

Came in waltzing in Filtch with Draco held by his arm as the boy tried to get himself free from the hold.

The first time Finley ever saw him since that night, he looked like he hasn't seen the day of light in months.

"Hands off me you Filthy Squib!" Draco grumbled, breath hitching once he saw Finley and Sebastian who stood from far behind the crowd, alarmed as to why he was at a party he was not invited to.

"Professor Slughorn, sir," Filch started, looking mighty proud of himself as he held Draco by the arm as if he caught a large fish. "I discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor."

'Upstairs corridor?' Finley thought, slightly confused before realizing that it was where they first found the Room of Requirements. Now knowing that it was where he had been doing all these months her heart clenched dreading if Sebastian was right, wishing he was wrong.

"He claims to have been invited to your party—"

"Okay, okay. I was gatecrashing. Happy?" Draco snapped at the old man, now embarrassed to see high society see him at the lowest, his mother and father would see him now. Heir of Malfoy, gatecrashing to a party he wasn't even invited to? It's something everyone thought that he would be ashamed of.

"I'll escort him out," Snape spoke out from the crowd, making his way towards the blond Slytherin.

Finley gulped to see the intensity Draco's expression gave off, glaring up at Snape as if he was going to snap. "Certainly, professor," Draco replied, being the first to turn around, not even making another glance towards the party, nor to Finley who was in her bubble of denying the assumptions her head had been making.

"Now do you believe me?" Sebastian whispers behind her.

"I stopped believing you the night I lost Sirius," she gritted, "but I'm not going to turn a blind eye on this one," she adds before walking off, making sure to avoid the people around them, not even a mere brush on their clothes. She walks out of the party.

Running out of the party was a bad idea for sure, but staying in it wasn't the best either knowing that Harry was busy kissing up Slughorn's ass to get any valuable information of Tom Riddle from he was still... well, humanlike. As of the moment following Snape and Draco without detection didn't seem like the brightest idea either, but it's better to be progressive rather than go back in the dorm and hear the younger years fight over a card game.

"I swore to protect you," she hears Snape grit after a thud, hiding behind a pillar to peek where the two dark-clothed males were. Snape had Draco pinned against a wall, wand pointed up his neck. "I made the unbreakable vow."

"I don't need protection," Draco seethes as he tried to get away from the hold angrily. "I was chosen for this. Out of all the others. Me!"

"And I won't fail him," Draco almost spat at Snape, his hands clenched into a fist, he was shaking in anger as it looked like from where Finley was standing.

"You're afraid Draco," Snape's tone softens, "You attempt to conceal it but it's obvious. Let me assist you—"

"After what you did to Finley? I doubt you'd be of help anyway," Draco snapped. "I was chosen, this is where I pay for what my father has failed to do."

"Your mother would not want this for you," the professor pitied, stepping away from Draco who controlled the shaking on his fist.

"Like I had a choice in the first place," Draco grumbled walking away from the professor, his footsteps growing quieter as he went farther.

"You can come out now, Potters, Thorns," Snape calls out, Finley froze from where she stood before slowly walking out to the hall. Harry was behind the pillar a bit farther from her while Sebastian walked out from the Pillar next to her, more relaxed than she was but certainly not pleased.

"I suggest that the two of you," Snape says as his gaze burned onto Finley's head, "should stay away, and wait for Dumbledore to come back next term."

"Do we at least get an explanation?" Finley asked, her hand in a fist ready to swing if a threat was to come forth.

"Go back to your common room Finley," Sebastian answered her, his tone serious, "and stay away from him, please," he tells her. "It's for your good."

'My good, my ass,' She thought angrily, disliking the part where they told her to stay out of something that was supposed to be her business.

"Go," Snape snaps at her and Harry, Harry who was behind her looked curious and confused, and Finley who was ready to scream.

"Fine," she grits, "but once I know what is going on, you better expect me to come asking for answers," she says before walking the direction Draco took not even waiting for Harry to follow, nor for Sebastian who seemed eager to speak to her.