Inferno | Draco Malfoy

005 | Night Kisses

"Woooo! Are you excited for Hogsmeade?" Daphne jumps around the dormitory.

It's Halloween morning. Today if it's not obvious enough, is the Hogsmeade weekend trip. Potions with Professor Snape and Charms with Professor Flitwick have become my favourite subjects, probably because I do better than Malfoy in both. The other lessons have been rather boring, not Defence Against the Dark Arts as Lupin always makes his lessons interesting no matter what he looks like. Some of the Slytherins (Malfoy) like to comment on his patchy clothes which is stupid.

On top of my white turtleneck and brown skirt, I wear a long woolly trench coat, paired with platformed boots.

Exiting the castle, mostly everyone is in high seasonal spirits. Lavender Brown is still grieving over her dead rabbit after it had been killed by a fox. She thinks that Professor Trelawney predicted the outcome of her pet when the Divination teacher said that the thing she'll dread will be on the sixteenth of October. When did Brown receive the news about her rabbit's death? Sixteenth of October. I don't think Trelawney forecasted it. No, I have no reason apart from logic.

"Name?" Argus Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts, scornfully looks at me and Daphne. We say our names before he lets us out. Filch is making sure that no one is leaving without a permission slip due to the dangers of Sirius Black being out and about on the loose.

There are two entirely non-Muggle settlements in Britain and that's Willoughby and Hogsmeade Village. Though, Willoughby is a city than a settlement. Comparing sizes, Willoughby is larger. It's an exurb by the Cardigan Bay of Wales, far away from the reach of Muggles. There are large businesses, villages, homes, farms and more. The agriculture is brilliant.

Hogsmeade offers a great number of places to shop at as well. Daphne and I enter the Three Broomsticks first, it's a bit worn down but it's alright. There aren't many students here today as it is a trip for only third-years, they'll mix the year groups later on.

"... So that's how everything fell apart. Can you believe the audacity he has after causing her all that pain?" Daphne tells me the gossip she overheard in the bathrooms. "Hufflepuffs are so forgiving, I would've hexed him on the spot if I was her."

I take a sip of my tea. "This is Megan Jones we are talking about. She wouldn't even hurt a fly, let alone a stupid boy."

Truth, Jones is one of the nicest girls in our year. She might of as well dated Crabbe than Stephen Cornfoot, a Ravenclaw who wait for it... called his own girlfriend ugly. Or should I say, ex-girlfriend? Jones broke up with him in a civil manner yesterday night. No one knows except from her friends and now Daphne and I.

Cornfoot was privately begging for her forgiveness this morning, Jones agreed to be friends with him but nothing more.

I drag Daphne to Tomes and Scrolls with me, Witch Weekly isn't a book but the bookshop does sell copies of the magazine and there had been one released yesterday which hasn't been sent from Mum yet.

After that, we go to Honeydukes. The Heaven of sweets. There are hundreds of shelves stacked with the most appetising of treats. Ordinary and wicked, different kinds of chocolates all neatly lined up, exploding bonbons, Droobles Best Blowing Gum that makes unpoppable blue bubbles, Toothflossing Stringmits, black Pepper Imps that turn you into a dragon (not literally, you just breathe fire), Ice Mice which makes you squeak, toad shaped peppermint creams that makes you hold your stomach and sugar-spun quills; there is a large barrel of Every Flavour Beans and Fizzing Whizzbees, the best sherbet balls ever made that can make someone levitate a few inches from the ground. With the endless choices of sweets, I pick some out. Daphne waits outside for me as she sees Tracey.

As I pay at the counter, a familiar voice creeps up to me. "Harlow with rotten teeth is a sight I would pay to see."

Saying thank you to Mr Flume (the owner) first, I turn around to the idiot. "I wouldn't even need to pay the sight I want to see, you with a bloody nose when I knock you out."