A Boy From Slytherin | Draco Malfoy X Reader

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Y/n's POV

These past several days have been pretty bad. Everywhere I go people are either asking me questions about my mum or staring and whispering to their friends. Max keeps saying how she wishes that people knew who her real mother is, nothing necessarily bad would happen if people knew but all her life people have thought she was a Malfoy and it would just be a big shock.

 I honestly don't know how people believe she's a Malfoy, her hair is a deep red while Draco's, Lucius's, and half of Narcissa's is white. Her father must have been ginger because Bellatrix's hair is dark brown. Max's father is unknown, he's not Bellatrix's husband but just some random wizard.

Right now I'm walking to D.A.D.A with Max and Draco, we've just barely escaped a group of 4th year Hufflepuff's asking questions all up in our business.

"This doesn't seem fair for you and Matt," Max said, 

"What do you mean?"

"Well, my mother was in Azkaban too, you and Matt are going through all these questions and annoying people and I'm left alone, it's not right,"

"Max, don't to anything stupid, it's better this way," Draco said,

"I know, but...I feel like people should know, I'm kind of sick of faking who I am, who I really am,"

"I know, it's sounds hard," I said, we stopped talking when we got into the classroom. We all took our assigned seats, Max next to Astoria, Draco next to Neville, and me next to Theodore. As always Theodore didn't look my way, talk to me, or even acknowledge me.

"Hello class, welcome to another lesson of Defense Against the Dark Arts," Umbridge walked in. I feel like we see too much of her these days. In our other classes she's always sitting in the back of the room taking notes, she's been trying to fire somebody because apparently she can do that.

We all opened our books began to read the designated chapters. God, if this is what the fifth years are learning about then what the hell are the first years learning about? If anything at all?

Max and and Astoria's desk was right next to mine and Theodore's, as Max read the rest of the chapter she mumbled something, probably louder than she intended to.

"God, this is such bullshit," she said,

"Miss Malfoy, would you like to share what you just said with the rest of the class?" Umbridge said stopping at her desk. Shit.

"Yes, thank you," Max said, I bit my lip knowing where this is going, "I said that this is all bullshit, we're learning stuff that first years should be learning and this is our O.W.L. year for fucks sake!" Multiple people made sounds of agreement,

"Maxine Malfoy, please leave my class, and see me in detention tonight, and every night for the rest of the week,"

"Fine," Max said and slammed her book shut and stood up, "And it's Lestrange."

"Excuse you?"

"My name is Maxine Lestrange," she said in a hard and serious tone, "Bellatrix Lestrange's daughter for anyone who didn't know." with that she left the classroom and slammed the door. Draco and I looked at each other with worry on both our faces. What did she just do?

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Throughout the rest of class, people wouldn't stop talking about what happened so Umbridge just dismissed everyone early. As soon as we were dismissed Draco and I ran to find Max. After looking for a bit we found her sitting at the fountain with her earbuds in. As always.