{Half A Hero} Hufflepuff!Reader

Chapter 9: Inflitration

Your warm, cozy room had two of the top ten scariest students melted on the floor. Snacks, homework and tired students were strewn about.

Jason played a game of his own invention from the safety of your bed, throwing marshmallows at the back of Draco's head. They stuck to his gel. He was none the wiser, his focus on proof reading his essay. You noticed Blaise also watching the fiasco, silent as a lamb.

Starfire and Raven helped Damian with his model for Arts and engineering. A muggle course from some overseas school. You didnt understand how the Boys Dad did this to them. Your father would never enroll you into three different schools and advanced magicks.

But Bruce Wanye was no ordinary dad.

"You need more words. Why are you dumbing yourself down?"

"I'm maintaining a mark." You said. "I dont want to be moved to the advanced advanced classes. Dumbledore already approached my father for extra tuitions. He muttered some rubbish about my potential, now my dad is believing him."

"That's not a bad thing. I could join you."

"I dont think they accept marshmallow hedgehogs."

"Is that a muggle insult?"

"Yes."

"Well... well, you're a chocolate iguana."

"Yum."

Jason's bag finally ran empty. He flopped over to lay on his back. You could feel his judging aura while he stared at your poster on the ceiling. Thankfully, he said nothing.

"Why do you have Harry Potter's textbook?"

Draco's snarled expression was directed at the herbology book and not at you. As if it was the book's fault for existing, not your's for having it.

"I wrote answers in my textbook, and we swapped."

"You're helping his future instead of your own."

"You forget our futures are writ, Dragon. We take the places of our fathers as Aurours. I just need to maintain my grades, and I'll have my dream job. You say it as if I'm throwing my life for drugs."

"You're helping him."

"He's my friend."

This was the case usually. He couldn't deal that his childhood friend was friends with his enemy. The enemy of my enemy is my friend mindset ruining his mind of possibilities to escape whatever situation he felt he was in.

"We cant even live our futures."

"Yeah, haven't you heard? Hogwarts is cursed."

"Shut up, Jason."

"Voldemort's coming back." He continued. His arms waved aimlessly at nothing. "He misses school so much, he cursed it."

"That's a gross dumbing down of a potential war." Blaise said. "Our parents are deep in it. If we dont keep our end..."

"Then dont. You guys can come live with me."

"We arent joking, Y/N."

"Why do you think I only offer you lies and tricks?"

"Chocolate iguana."

Oh. You forgot about that prank. No wonder he called you that.

"It had salted caramel filling instead of chocolate. How is that a reason to distrust me?"

"They are two very different flavors." He said with authority.

You believed him, and apologized. The fool thought he won.

"We shouldn't even be here." Draco said.

"Just say you're infiltrating."

Damian was one smart cookie.

"Yeah," You shmoozed. "You two are just spying on the other side. A double double agent."

The idea didn't seem that appealing to them.

"If you really do fear for the future, join the out come you want. Not the outcome expected of you."

The group stared at you. They all mulled the idea over for a bit.

"My father raised the next Buddha." You said sarcastically.

Blaise and Draco exchanged a look only they could decipher. They agreed. But then, Draco had worry of the Weasleys and Potter.

"And Granger." Blaise added.

"Yeah. Cant stand her."

"You both are the same person."

He scoffed. He still looked like a kitten. Nose curled. Pout. You threw a pillow in his direction. He easily avoided.

"Make a difference in the future you will live through. The old people will be dead after the next twenty years."

"So inspiring."

You sighed. You would leave after this year. It didnt seem like you had much leverage in this. A traveler. Due to leave very soon.

"Decide what you want. I just wanted your help with homework. I couldnt stand your room."

"Decide what you want." He repeated stupidly.

Blaise stopped the inevitable argument. A master of snubbing out conflicts. Maybe you brought the (worst) best in situations.

"We're talking about a revolution."

"Draco calm down."

"No, Zabini. There is no out. Get that through your head, Y/N. We dont have much of a say in this, I'm a Prefect! You called me a tattletale! And you making light of it isnt making it better. Same goes for you Jason."

Jason made a mockingly hurt gasp, dying on your bed. Draco was not amused. He packed his stuff.

You chose to say nothing else. You chose to let the two slither back to the dungeons, instead of explaining your thoughts.

They weren't in the mood to listen.