Green for Envy | Draco Malfoy x y/n

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Snape storms in, shutting each blind with a thud using his wand. He makes it to the front and pulls down a large canvas screen.

"Turn to page 394." He said in his low tone, barely moving his lips. The class scurries to open their books as the teacher walks down the row of tables.

"Excuse me sir." Harry said, causing me to look at him, I was sitting next to Draco on the table next to Harry's.

"Where's Professor Lupin?" He asked and Snape came to a stop.

"That's not really your concern is it, Potter?" He said with his icy cold turn, his eyes staring threateningly into Potter's... wow I am starting to sound like Malfoy. The Professor started to walk again.

"Suffice it to say that your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time." He spoke a little louder so the whole class could hear. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Draco sketching something wonder what it is.

"Turn to page 394." He said, a bit louder this time. The Professors gaze traveled over to Ron who was slowly flipping the pages of his book, boy was that boy naive.

The Professor got out his wand and zapped Ron's book and it turned strait to the correct page, three-hundred and ninety-four. Ron leaned closer to the book to have a read of the title we were looking at.

"Werewolves?" He asked in shock, I already knew this because I had turned to the correct page minutes before half of the people in the class had gotten their books out.

"But sir, we've just begun learning about red caps and hinkypunks. We aren't meant to be learning about nocturnal beasts for weeks." Hermione retaliated.

"Quiet." Snape said.

"How did she come in?" Ron whispered to Harry although we could all hear it.

"Did you see her come in?" I rolled my eyes at his question, although I didn't see her come in either... weird.

"She was here the whole time Ron." I said and I heard Draco snicker at my comment, I look down at my book again and notice that Draco was now making some kind of origami with what seemed like the paper he had been drawing on before.

How did he make that with such detail when he has a sling on?

"Now," Snape said and I turned my head to look at the Professor who was now walking down the isle again.

"Which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Me and Hermione both putted our hands up.

"Yes Y/n." He said not bothering to turn and look at me.

"An Anima-" I was cut off by Hermione who continued for me. Don't get me wrong, I adore Hermione but she can be such a try hard.

"An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of his own kind."

"Awooo!" Draco said and I whacked him in the back of his head with my book. As I did so, I noticed a girl staring daggers at me, I recognised her from somewhere, I think she lives in my dorm? His friends laugh as he whines about how hard I hit him and I notice a small chuckle coming from his mouth.

"Thankyou, Mister Malfoy. That is the second time you have spoken out of turn and interrupted y/n miss Granger. Are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all." Snape said coldly, I could see the hurt on her face and Ronald's response wasn't going to make it better.

"He's got a point, you know?" He stupidly said, Hermione clenched her hands on the table and looked down at her book.

"Five points from Griffendor." Snape said. He then continued blabbing on about something but I was focused on Draco who had just blown the oragami bird he had made over to Harry who opened it. I didn't need to see the note because I could tell it was something offensive by the look on Harry's face.

"Two rolls of parchment on werewolves," the whole class groaned.

"With particular emphasis on recognising it." He said but Harry interrupted.

"Sir, it's quidditch tomorrow!" Snape leaned over the table and stared at him.

"Then I suggest you take extra care, Mr Potter. Loss of limb will not excuse you. Page 394." He spat the numbers out, each getting their own emphasis. He continued blabbering for the rest of the lesson but I wasn't listening. What if he looses his arms? Does that mean he has to write with his toes? I chuckled at that image in my head.