JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

fifty-two

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Y/N MAXWELL

     The morning after the first task had rolled around everything had seemed to calm down quite a bit. People were still praising each champion, which was somewhat expected, considering yesterday's events were rather entertaining, despite the heart attack I almost suffered from during Harry's turn.

As I'm walking through the breezy hallways, a soft sigh could be heard from my voice as the bell chimes and rings throughout the school. I turn to Harry who was walking alongside me and flash him a brief smile, before entering the Great Hall, where we both meet up with Hermione and Ron, who were doing their own things.

Hermione flashes me a smile as I take a seat down beside her, right across from Ronald, while Harry fills the space beside his best friend. It was good to see the two on talking terms again, it was pure agony having to be in the middle of something I wasn't even remotely involved in—I knew Hermione felt the same way, and the two of us complained about it quite a bit.

Breakfast was delicious as usual and my stomach was satisfied after finishing a full plate. Whoever was cooking at Hogwarts was definitely feeding us well, my parents would be envious of this food.

More people find their way into the Great Hall and I couldn't help but notice a particular blonde boy enter with his group of friends. Malfoy had been earning quite a bit of attention after his little encounter with Professor Moody, and it most certainly wasn't the kind he wanted.

Even some first years who have fallen victim to Malfoy and his ridiculous bullying have mustered up the courage to throw remarks and laughs his way—which is quite entertaining for the rest of us to witness.

The blonde must've felt someone gazing at him, considering just before he took a seat down at the Slytherin table his eyes began scanning the room. Obviously, I turned back around upon noticing this as I wasn't in the mood for him to send any insults my way.

Upon turning around I couldn't help but notice Harry's head rotated in the direction of the Ravenclaw table. Curiosity got the best of me and I followed his gaze over to a group of girls wearing Ravenclaw attire. One of the girls wore an ear-to-ear grin on her face as she looked at the awkward Gryffindor boy.

Harry accidentally spat his pumpkin juice all over his lap, making me laugh ever so slightly. "I think you dropped something there, Harry." The boy turned his attention over to me and rolled his eyes in an awkward yet playful manner, "Shut up, Y/n."

The sound of shaking paper could be heard before the irritated voice of Hermione emitted. "Look at this! I can't believe it! She's done it again." Hermione slammed the news article down in front of me, making me furrow my eyebrows as I pick it up to read aloud. "Miss Granger, a plain but ambitious girl seems to be developing a taste for famous wizards..."

I turn to look at the bushy-haired girl with furrowed eyebrows before being ushered by her to continue reading. "Her latest prey, soured report is none other than Bulgarian bonbon, Viktor Krum... no word yet on how Harry Potter's taking this latest emotional blow."

I could understand where Hermione's frustration stemmed from—to be completely fair I'd probably react a whole lot more negatively than she is right now, especially if my name was being dragged out in public for the whole world to see.

As I slide the Daily Prophet back over to the infuriated female, the two of us began to indulge in conversation—which mostly consisted of thinking up ways to rid Hogwarts of Rita Skeeter and her ludicrous newspaper nonsense, all of which we deemed harmless little jokes.

Our conversation on transfiguring Skeeter into a cockroach was briefly cut short as a younger Gryffindor boy, wearing strawberry blonde hair, twinkling blue eyes and a face full of freckles came running over, a larger package in hand.

"Parcel for you, Mr Weasley." The young boy spoke, earning a thank you from Ronald before he turned over to look at Harry with a toothy grin on his features.

Hermione and I shared a look of pure confusion as we watched Nigel stop and stare right at Harry—seemingly expecting something from the rough-looking boy. Hermione cleared her throat, earning a quick look from Ron before he realised what she was referring to.

"Not now, Nigel. Later." Ron softly nudged the kid in the stomach before ushering him away. The four of us watch as the boy ran off with his tail right between the middle of his legs. "I told him I'd get him Harry's autograph." the redhead admitted, in the hopes that he wouldn't earn a scolding from neither Hermione or me.

Hermione let out an annoyed sigh as Ron unwrapped the parcel he was just given. "Oh look, Mum's sent me something." A smile spread out across the boy's face as he read over the address on the wrapping paper. 

Once the package was opened, Ron took one look inside and instant cringe tugged at the features on his pale face as he pulled out an old-looking dress robe. "Mum sent me a dress."

Hermione and I shared a laugh as we watched Ron hold the dress robes up for us to see—both of us instantly forming a picture inside our heads of Ron dancing around in them.

"Well, it does match your eyes. Is there a bonnet? Aha!" Harry joked as he lifted up a piece of the outfit with a back bowtie connected to it. "Nose down, Harry." A few laughs could be heard from across the Gryffindor tables, with the exception of a few others who were witnessing the ordeal.

Ron looked down the table at his younger sister, Ginny and held the robes up for her to see. "Ginny, these must be for you." His little sister, unsurprisingly sent him a look of disgust as she eyed the attire in her bothers hands, "I'm not wearing that, it's ghastly."

As Hermione and I watch the little interaction between Ron and his sister, the two of us giggled amongst ourselves, this didn't go unnoticed by Ron, as he turned around to furrow his eyebrows at the two of us. "What are you two on about?"

"They're not for Ginny," I spoke, covering my mouth with my hand in an attempt to prevent myself from bursting out into a fit of laughter. "They're for you," Hermione added on—making a whole bunch of people around us begin to laugh, humiliating the boy in front of us, turning his face into the same colour as his hair.

"Dress robes." Hermione and I spoke in sync as we looked up at Ron, who portrayed a look of annoyance from how confused he currently was. "Dress robes? For what?!"