Inferno | Draco Malfoy

042 | A Slytherin Party

Last lesson of the day, Ancient Runes.

I think I'm doing moderately fine. I know I'm not failing the class.

The Ravenclaws are way ahead of the subject. Since the time of the lesson changed from half past two to four, they take the initiative to study during their free time. I would too if I weren't stuck in Defence Against the Dark Arts.

Actually, I'll have to take that back. I wouldn't study for today as it holds an occasion. And that occasion doesn't start for another four hours.

Thankfully, today's lesson is easier than usual. I end up getting through the worksheets quicker and I practice my pronunciation of certain runes with Lisa Turpin and Milly (who's been taking the class from when I joined in the third year).

Professor Babbling comes up to us. She asks Milly to help the group of Ravenclaw boys, plus Malfoy. From what I can tell, they seem to be stuck on the eighth rune on the sheet. Understandable, that single rune put me through hell. Milly clusters her belongings and in a few seconds, she takes a seat beside Michael Corner. I do feel bad for her, she has to babysit Malfoy- Uhh. Why is Babbling pointing to our table? Why is he moving towards me and Turpin?

Seriously, do I look like a bin to you? No? Then why am I always on babysitting duty?

"What a pleasure Turpin." Malfoy smiles, not nearly as big as the Ravenclaw though. She's practically drooling.

"All mine Draco." She lightly pats the seat - opposite me and next to her - for him to sit. He does. "How may I help you?"

My word this is disgusting.

Not only am I babysitting but all of a sudden, I'm third wheeling.

"Babbling sent me here to help you," He turns to look at me. "or Harlow. That would make sense, she is stupid. That's an understatement really, you should see her in Transfiguration."

"We've finished the worksheets." I eye-roll, "We were in the middle of our pronunciations until you came along. Don't be a burden and scurry along."

"Me a burden?" Malfoy laughs, "I'm finding it hard to believe that you finished the work in the first place. Be honest Lisa, you gave her the answers didn't you?"

Turpin awkwardly chuckles. She looks at me, a tad perplexed before answering. "Frankly, no. But that doesn't mean you should leave, I'm sure you have much to contribute."

"Well, I am smart for a reason."

I snort, "Right, how do you pronounce this one then?" I turn the textbook around, pointing at a random rune.

He slightly leans forward to me, not looking down at the text but at me. Then, he lowers his voice.

"Da mi basia mille."

"What?"

"I hate you."

I scoff, "For someone who hates me, you sure do add in the creativity and effort to figure out other ways to say it."

"Oh Harlow, there is no effort when you're fluent in Latin."

"You're fluent in Latin?"

"Ita vero, carissima."

Turpin covers her mouth and asks him to speak more phrases. I don't blame her. First it was French, now Latin. You never fail to amaze me Malfoy. Your Latin might be your charm to pull Turpin in. That's if she didn't already have heart eyes popping out of her sockets. Oh and now look, she's touching your arm. I'm amazed that such a responsible girl like her is willing to flirt with a bottom-tier man. I guess some girls like sewage rats. Then again, Malfoy is one of the richest among our fellow male students and he's also available. Officially available after Pansy had crushed the rumours of their relationship.