[✓] 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲. draco malfoy

49| Talk with Harry

''𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢 𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙗𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙪𝙡.''

𝗖𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗮𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗳𝗼𝘆 𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗹. I didn't know where Goyle had went and I didn't want to know, I just wanted to know what Malfoy was trying to do at the time. Currently, I was still a Parakeet sitting on his shoulder without a care in the world. 

The skinny boy that came along with Goyle had asked about Malfoy's little Parakeet, but Malfoy just told him to shut it and leave me alone. It would've made me laugh if I could, but I let out a small sound that sounded relatively like a laugh. 

''Would you look at that?'' The skinny boy pointed towards me, making Malfoy give him a side-glance. ''The thing has a sense of humor. Tell it a joke and see what happens.'' He prompted Malfoy. 

''No.'' He spoke in a stern tone. 

''Alright, alright. Crabbe, what about you? Tell the little thing joke.'' He gestured.

''I'm not funny. I don't have any jokes.'' Crabbe scowled at the skinny boy, before refocusing on the trail ahead. 

''You're face is a joke.'' The skinny boy mumbled under his breath. Crabbe snapped his head in his direction, making the skinny boy jump a little. 

''What was that, Pike?'' He spoke in a threatening tone. 

'Nothing. Nothing whatsoever.'' Pike, had waved his arms around once Crabbe raised his fist. He didn't want to get punched, so he tried his best to get out of the situation. 

''Shut it, both of you.'' Malfoy instantly turned on his heel to face the two, scowling. They both recollected their postures as they continued to follow Malfoy down the trail. As we reached the end of the short trail, I saw a fence that was surrounding the area where the Shrieking Shack was located. 

It was a rickety, old building with loose boards on the outside. When the wind blew past the building it seemed to make a small creaking noise as if it would fall at any given moment. I heard Hermione ask Ron if he wanted to move closer to the building, he denied with fear wavering in his tone. 

''Well, well. Look who's here. You two shopping for your dream home? Seems a bit grand for you, Weasel-Bee. Don't your family all sleep in one room?'' Malfoy made a stuck-up comment, Pike and Crabbe on either side of him. At this point, I flew off his shoulder and sloppily landed in the fence next to Ron and Hermione. 

''Shut your mouth, Malfoy.'' Ron replied, quite embarrassed now since he had glanced away when he said so. 

''Now that's not very friendly.'' Malfoy clicked his tongue. ''Boys, I think we're going to have to teach Weasel-Bee to respect his superiors.'' He fixed his jacket, pride radiating all over. If I could, I would roll my eyes at the sight.