Professor Malfoy?

Chapter 3

"Carmen, maybe this isn't such a good idea..."

Mud spluttered unforgivingly beneath Y/N's feet as she drew her rain-soaked robes further around herself, hearing the faint whistle of the retreating Hogwarts express through the wind and rain.

"We'll be fine, Y/N. Stop panicking." Carmen responded, casually reapplying a coat of black lipstick around her mouth on their trek through the fog. It was their last year at Hogwarts so many of the seventh years had all planned on truanting Professor McGonagall's usual opening speech. What Y/N didn't know is that she would be joining them at their smoking hotspot outside of the castle.

At least she didn't know until the last five minutes of being on the train.

Unsurprisingly, all of Y/N's friends were on board with the plan— but her? Not so much. However she was not willing to sit by herself in the Great Hall. So what did she do?

She decided to stupidly come along.

All of them had snuck around the castle with their hoods over their heads, not even trying to avoid the puddles of mud spread all across the grassy land. Y/N's gut ached with anxiety, assuming they were close upon smelling a strong musk through the misty air, not to mention Carmen started to loosen her tie and unbuttoned her shirt down towards her cleavage.

"Want some?" Carmen asked, offering Y/N some of her black lipstick before they reach their destination. "No thanks..." Y/N muttered quietly, nervously rubbing her hand along her arm. "Black isn't really my colour..."

"Suit yourself." Carmen laughed, shoving the tube of lipstick into her robe pocket before turning the corner. Y/N turned the corner with her and was surprised to find more people than she expected. There was a group of around five to six Slytherins already huddled into the corner, clouds of smoke billowing into the air wet with rain.

Nathan and Carmen seemed to fit straight in and laughed away with the others as they passed spliffs around, sharing lighters between each other's fingers.

Y/N stood there as a cover for most of the time, her posing rigid and the short layers of her hair repeatedly falling in front of her face. She never was big on confidence, especially in social situations like these. She just stood with her arms protectively drawn around herself for most of the time.

But in the midst of her dizzy day-dreaming— Carmen suddenly slung her arm around Y/N's shoulders and pulled the young Potter right into her side, smoke rolling smoothly out from in between her black tinged lips. "Come on, Y/N. Have a go."

"Um— no thanks— smoking isn't really my thing—,"

A few scoffs rippled around the group.

"Y/N Potter, the golden girl." One of the Slytherins drawled. Louis Weasley. The son of Bill Weasley and Fleur Delacour. Pale face and blond hair, not much unlike his mother, with a subtle hint of freckles scattered across his face and a small ridge in the bridge of his nose like his father. "Don't worry, mummy and daddy won't find out. Just try it."

A few more coos of encouragement circled the group.

"Come on, Y/N! Please?" Carmen joined in with the others, shaking Y/N slightly. "We're only teenagers once. This is our last year of school, let's just live it how we want. Try something new."

Y/N looked around and felt almost overwhelmed. She was being pressurised by a group of her peers— she didn't want to— but their eyes— she could see their mouths— they were moving— encouraging her to join in.

She could feel the faint buzz of her phone vibrating in her pocket.

Her mind felt far from her physical body. Her senses were out of her reach. She didn't know what she was doing, but for some reason, Y/N finally accepted.