[✓] 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. draco malfoy

43| Hogsmeade

''𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙬𝙚'𝙙 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙.''

𝗣𝗲𝗿 𝘂𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹, 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲. The small cut he had got from Buckbeak was now in a cast, being shown off around the school for sympathy. I couldn't believe him, though, it wasn't exactly anything new either. 

''Does it hurt terribly, Draco?'' Parkinson asked, eyeing the cast with mere disbelief. 

''It comes and goes. Still. . .I consider myself lucky. According to Madam Pomfrey, another minute or two. . .and I could've lost the arm.'' He posed dramatically. 

''The little git. He's really laying it on thick, isn't he?'' Ron questioned, we all watched what he had done from the Gryffindor table. Blaise, Theo, Parkinson, Crabbe and Goyle were currently sitting around Malfoy as they inspected his arm. 

''At least Hagrid didn't get sacked.'' Harry spoke, relief spread over his face. 

''Yes. But I hear Draco's father's furious. I don't think we've heard the end of this. . .'' Hermione trailed off, looking back down at the table. 

''Trust me. The whole thing is a fraud, wanting to get what he wants, when he wants it.'' Theo scowled from my left side, taking a seat on the bench.

''I poked his arm. He didn't feel a thing.'' Blaise shrugged, sitting on my right side. 

''He's been sighted!'' Seamus yelled, running into The Great Hall with the certain newspaper in hand. Everyone is suddenly huddled over The Daily Prophet that laid on the table, seeing Sirius Black on the front page once again. 

''Dufftown? That's not far from here. . .'' Hermione informed. 

''You don't think he'd come to Hogwarts, do you?'' Neville asked, worried. I gave the boy a hug to calm his nerves, which he gladly accepted. 

''With the Dementors at every entrance?'' Lavender questioned. 

''Dementors? He's already slipped by then once, hasn't he? Who's to say he can't do it again?'' Seamus retorted, looking back down at the paper. 

''That's right. Black could be anywhere. It's like trying to catch smoke. Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands.'' Bem commented from the side, glancing at all of us before his gaze falls back down onto The Daily Prophet. 

Sirius Black was on the front cover, screaming with a sign in his hands. He hair was disheveled, with visible eye bags under his eyes. Even if The Daily Prophet was put into only black and white colors. 

''Come on, we have Defense Against the Dark Arts next.'' Blaise spoke. I nodded and followed behind him with Theo standing next to me. He kept trying to get me to talk about what Daphne has said about him, but I wouldn't tell.

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We all stood near the door of the classroom, huddled together with barely any space between any of us. Everyone was looking at the wardrobe in the middle of the classroom, rattling every couple of seconds. Someone had to jump every time it rattled, making another person bump into another. 

''Intriguing, yes? Would anyone like to venture a guess as to what's inside?'' Professor Lupin spoke from the back of the crowded students, looking at the wardrobe in the middle of the room.