His Savior (Male ReaderX Draco, year 2)

Part 13

After dinner the group had decided to head out on their own, but the rest of Slytherin soon caught up to them. They had been walking for a while when the (h/c)ette had heard a whisper similar to the one he heard when he was alone. The words that were being said had made his face turn pale, who was it, and was it him that they wanted to kill? "Are you alright? You look like you've seen a ghost." Draco was looking down at the other male and noticed how he looked spaced out and terrified just like he had last time.

"You guys didn't hear that?" The shorter male looked around for a moment but just found his friends looking at him so he ignored it and went back to walking in the direction they had been just moments ago. "I didn't hear anything." The blonde shrugged a little expecting it not to be a big deal but when the smaller one started to take off in a different direction he was quick to follow much like the rest. When they had rounded the corner they were met with writing on the wall and Harry standing next to a dead looking cat.

"Enemies of the Heir beware?" Draco had been reading it off as more of a question but no doubt about it, he needed to add spice. The blonde took a look to his left and stared right into the eyes of Hermione. "You'll be next mudbloods." (y/n) elbowed the taller male a little before he took a small step forward in order to take a better look at the cat, it was easily recognizable as Norris the cat of Filtch.

"I'm just gonna, go." The (h/c)ette started to take several steps back but he hadn't gotten far when Filtch appeared out of nowhere. He had been verbally and visibly upset over his cat and was hell bent on blaming Harry for it. The smaller boy had to admit, this was a rather entertaining show for him. The old man was screaming about how he'd kill Harry while the brunette just tried to tell him it wasn't his fault. Before things got more out of hand Dumbledore walked over in all his self righteous glory. Unfortunately for the (h/c)ette, they were all told to leave and so him and his friends took off just as the rest of the students had. He did notice his uncle entering the scene which made him smile.

He knew he'd be able to know what was going down here. His uncle was always reluctant at giving out information at first but he was easy to persuade, especially when it came to gossip. As soon as they had entered the common room questions were being thrown at him. "All of you leave, your questions are giving me a headache." The majority of the Slytherins cleared out after hearing that. Slowly they all started to disappear, all except his friends of course. The small boy took a seat in his couch and snuggled in to it a bit more before more questions started to come. "Why can you hear a voice and what is it?" Draco was hoping that he would be answered, at least if no one else was going to be answered.

"It must be the ghost of my dead Granddad." (y/n) laughed a little but he was the only one that found his joke funny. Sighing the boy neared the little table in the center of all the couches and sent off an owl to the kitchen. Tea after dinner was definitely a good idea. "Listen, I don't know who it is or why I can hear him. I just know he wants to kill or something." The (h/c)ette shrugged a little trying his best not to make it seem scary.

He didn't want or need anyone else being worried over this thing. "Perhaps you should tell someone." Blaise tried to be helpful but even he knew that suggesting it was stupid. "Are you mad? Hearing voices is never a good thing, they even say that in the films." The blonde rolled his eyes at his friend how could he be so dull? He knew that he shouldn't worry over it but the truth was he was worried over it. The shorter male always looked so scared of it and he didn't fancy the idea of seeing that look again.

"Seriously, it's not that big of a deal. I think it might just be a ghost pulling a prank on me. After all, you know how much people love me, dead or living." (y/n) sent a wink at his friends who all fake gagged at him. Draco on the other hand still wanted to talk about the voice. It was weird, the whole thing was. He wanted to know more. "Your tea Master Prince." A elf appeared out of thin air which started the lot of them.

"There's no need to be so formal, you can just call me Prince, that is, until the cats out of the bag." The (h/c)ette smiled a little, those around him were confused but didn't bother to ask anymore questions. Pansy started to wonder if the rumors about her friend were true. "Drink up my little lovelies, you'll need it." The small male poured himself a cup before taking it in hand. Mint tea was an odd fascination of his and he couldn't help it. He was obsessed, probably addicted but he had no problem with it. After all, it was something that didn't harm anything but his sleeping patterns. "Why are we always drinking the same kind of tea? I've noticed that you actually smell of mint which is odd." Draco looked over at the (h/c)ette, it was true, the shroter male really did smell like mint.

The blonde couldn't complain, he actually found it a little comforting. "We can get you a different type if you want. I rather like mint more than anything and I don't think you should be talking. You have a cologne of green apple, although I suppose there's a different scent to it so it's not just green apple, is it?" At this their other friends looked shocked. It was no secret that the two had spent time together but to know each others scents this well was a little strange.

"Correct, It's cedarwood and apple." Draco's face felt a little hot but he had no idea what to do at this point. Pansy took a quick shot of them as she had secretly done back at dinner. She really did enjoy having them as her focus of photography.