Phoebe Ellory, a talented pureblood witch, grapples with her burgeoning powers and the internal conflict between light and dark. As she navigates her studies, Phoebe's life takes a turn when she discovers her late mother's unfinished research on the...
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Draco
"Anyone seen my wand?"
I flipped the covers over and threw everything off my bed. I'd been searching since I finished getting ready. It wasn't in my robes, drawer, under the bed, nor my book bag. Now I had Goyle and Crabbe ferreting around the dorm for it. There was no way I could start my classes without my wand, so skipping the most important meal of the day to look for it was the least of our concerns.
"Nothing yet!" Crabbe grunted as he was on all fours looking under his four-poster.
"Keep looking!" I let out frustratingly.
There was no way I could miss class and let that 'Know-It-All' Hermione Granger be ahead of our Fifth year class. Father wouldn't allow it. To be bested by a mudblood? Might as well be disowned from the Malfoy family and stripped away from the rights that come with the name. That'll be my curse if I go to class wandless. I spotted my grey sweats from last night. They were on the floor, un-searched. I picked them up and stuffed my hand into the pockets. No wand. Only bundled up...knickers?? Ellory's at that! I forgot to give them back.
"Think we'll make it to brea—" Goyle started to say as he stood up back on his feet, eyes bulging at what I was holding. "Oi! Malfoy! Did you shag someone last night?"
I wanted to say yes because it was expected of me to do so, but these were Ellory's knickers...it felt wrong to lie. Besides I didn't want to go into detail, nor did I want to tell them who they belonged to. This would only put unwanted attention on Ellory and our understanding. F*ck, I am protecting her reputation. In a quick motion, I moved my hand to my back concealing the knickers from Goyle and Crabbe. Not that it mattered anyway, they'd seen them in my possession already.
"Of course not." Discreetly, I slipped them inside my nightstand drawer.
Goyle had to jump Blaise's four-poster to get to mine. "Let me see!"
"No!" I barked, shoving him off my bed. What a horny bastard.
"Who was it?" Crabbe chimed in.
I didn't reply. Just then Blaise entered, standing at the door reiterating Crabbe's question. "Who was what?" His hand reached for something on the chest piece; my wand.
"Malfoy f*cuked someone last night," Crabbe enlightened, "he's got the girl's knickers to prove it and he won't tell us who."
"Oh c'mon Drakey-Poo, don't be like that. Give the boys what they want." Blaise cooed as he walked over with my wand in hand. That stupid nickname irritated the sh*t out of me.
"Stop calling me that." I glared in vexation, snatching my wand from his grasp.
"What, Drakey-Poo?" Blaise started again, teasingly. "Tell us about those knickers then."
