Professor Malfoy?

Chapter 13

At the end of the lesson while Y/N was packing up her belongings, she heard the dreaded— "Miss L/N? Can you stay back for a second, please."

She dropped her bag with a sigh and looked up to see Professor Malfoy staring at her, his arms folded across his chest. Y/N slowly rolled her lip inward and waited for the rest of the class to file out. On the way past, Carmen playfully nudged her in the side with her elbow. When Y/N turned to glare at her, Carmen had already skipped away, giggling faintly.

Cheeky git.

Naturally, Carmen made sure she was the last to leave, and when she did she made sure to shut the door behind her. Once again, cheeky git.

"Have I done something wrong, sir?" Y/N asked, turning her gaze towards the Professor whose eyes were still narrowed at her.

Professor Malfoy shook his head and quickly dismissed her question. "No. On the contrary, what's this I hear about you attending a party?"

Y/N flushed. She looked away and shrugged. "I dunno anything about a party, sir."

Professor Malfoy raised his brow and took slow, torturous steps across the classroom until he was right in front of her. She gasped when he suddenly grabbed her jaw and lifted her chin so his eyes bored into her own.

"I can't believe this..." He spoke, his voice almost a deadly whisper. "Everything I've done for you... and little Miss Potter decides to lie to me... right to my face."

Y/N's throat pulsated as he inched his face closer, their noses almost brushing. "All for what? Is there something I don't know about?" He probed.

"No, of course not..." She whispered.

"You sure?" Malfoy asked, imitating her voice a little. "Because I was a teenager once too, Potter. I know what kind of activities happen in those party's."

"Sir, please." Y/N felt his grip tighten. "I never go to them... you can even ask Carmen." Malfoy lifted a brow. "I want to go— just this once..."

"What's so special about this one occasion then?" Malfoy probed, still trying to get answers. "There a boy you're desperate to see, hm? Been offered a drug of sorts?"

"No!" Y/N almost squealed, feeling her cheeks tingle. "No— no. Neither of those things are why."

"Then enlighten me." He said, his voice low. Y/N brought a hand up to her jaw and gently placed it over his. She couldn't understand why he was being like this. He was so nice...

"No..." She whispered, pulling his hand off her cheek. Y/N grabbed her bag and heard him suck in a sharp breath as she walked away. She wrapped her hand around the door handle and was about to pull it when—

"Y/N."

She didn't respond. Instead, she slowly looked over her shoulder and met his gaze.

"Be careful."

~

"Fucking hell, Carmen..." Y/N breathed, looking around the Gryffindor common room as neon strobe lights panelled across her vision.

"What? Never been to a party before, Potter? Carmen laughed faintly. Y/N frowned briefly at her, but before she could open her mouth, Carmen pulled her into the crowds.

They pushed past people from nearly every house, and every now and then, Y/N would accidentally trod on someone's feet. "Sorry—," She squealed every time a death glare was shot in her direction.

When they finally emerged from the crowd, her relief was short-lived when she found a group of Slytherins all staring at them from the two maroon knitted sofas.