018 | The Cutest Ferret

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This might be my last run of the year.

It's the start of November and Merlin, it's freezing. I wouldn't be surprised if it's below freezing. I take my mittens off and blow into my hand as I make my way down to the dungeons, tapping twice at my SilentSneak. I take off my knitted hat, patting down my hair as it sticks up all static and odd looking.

Ha, that is weird.

I'm usually always the first one to be in the common room after my routine of running. Not today though, looks like a certain blond beat me to it.

He scans me, for no longer than a second, noticing my loose ponytail hair and running shoes. "What are you doing up so early, Harlow?"

"I could ask you the same thing, Malfoy." I acknowledge him sitting on an armchair, in his uniform fiddling with something in one hand and another tossing a half-bitten green apple.

Sour in the morning? Classic.

"I asked you first." He takes a bite of the fruit and I scowl, not wanting to endure his presence any longer as I walk towards the dormitory staircase. "Alright. By the way, you should seriously pull the stick out of your arse."

Stopping in my tracks, I turn to face him. "Must you be such an arse every day- hold on, what's that? What are you doing?" He's fiddling with a circular pin.

"Wouldn't you like to know? For calling me an arse, I find myself to be the opposite." He flicks a round badge at me, I catch it in both hands. "Made them yesterday, take a look."

Well, that was quick. Malfoy, who probably had Crabbe and Goyle to help him, made badges. Badges to support Diggory. In bright, vibrant, red luminous letters, it says

Support Cedric Diggory - The Real Hogwarts Champion

I tap the badge again, and in green glowing letters, it says

Potter Stinks

Honestly, as much as it is pathetic, it's incredible. I know for a fact most people dislike the boy for cheating his way in; take the Hufflepuffs, I heard them yesterday say some of the meanest stuff about Potter. Macmillan called Potter an attention seeker, trying to claim the glory for Gryffindor instead of the "rightfully" (cough cough, Slytherin) Hufflepuff.

I look at Malfoy, raising one eyebrow. He pins a badge onto his robe, finishing his apple. I hate to say it but, this is pretty clever. Original and ingenious. Course, I will never say that to him. My words are special and they will only inflate that big ego of his even more.

I pin the badge onto my robe, I think it adds a bit of colour since it contrasts against the mainly black robe.

"Not even a thank you?" Malfoy kisses his teeth. "At least throw my apple away in exchange for my payment." He holds the core between his index and thumb, giving it to me as if I'm a damn bag of rubbish.

"Piss off." I shove him aside and head up to my dormitory.

It turns out, Malfoy had not made a small number of badges, he made loads. Theo and Blaise had known all along, Crabbe and Goyle told the two. Theo voluntarily took a batch of badges and started to hand them out, for money. Only some people gladly paid him, the others tried to bargain to which Pansy called them poor and decided to just give it to them for free.

By morning, plenty of people from different houses and years are wearing a badge. Whenever anyone sees Potter, they tap their badge. It's hilarious, some of the students cover their noses like he truly stinks.

The scarhead isn't at breakfast right now, probably too embarrassed to show his face to all of us.

"Theo, what the hell?" Blaise looks up at the boy coming to sit down.

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