𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐃 ; d.malfoy

2

The following morning, I woke myself up quite early and got dressed for the day ahead, trying to desperately ignore the glares every girl in our dorm would give me.

I shared this dorm with 3 other girls but I barely knew them and they barely knew me as most of them saw me as mere competition or as an asset to get closer to Quinn--they never started conversations with me unless it was about him. At first I tried to befriend them but gave up once I realised how fake they can really be; they really were the snakes of Slytherin.

The only girl I did know from here was Pansy Parkinson. And, that was because she was obsessed with Malfoy, she'd always clutch onto him, desperate for his attention. I always found her rather pathetic as who in their right minds would want to be affectionate with Draco Malfoy? Her crush on him was something I found so stupid and the lengths she went to to gain some sign of reciprocation from him always made me disgusted.

I checked my timetable as I walked down towards the dining hall, I stopped momentarily in our common room for any signs of Quinn or Malfoy or even Zabini but there were none so I knew all 3 of them would be in the dining hall.

My intuition was proven to be correct as I saw all 3 of them conversing with each other in the far end of the Slytherin table.

Hurriedly, I walked over towards them. I noticed Zabini for the first time since the start of the year since I didn't see him at all during the first feast nor on the train--he was the first one I greeted,:
'Zabini! There you are, where were you last night?'

'Avoiding Malfoy, what else?' he said with a smile as he walked over towards me and gave me a hug. I hugged him back, embracing the taller man. Godric, I missed him so much.

'Where's my good morning, Yn?' Quinn said with a pout. I rolled my eyes, 'well, good morning. Todd.' I dragged out his last name, knowing it would annoy him.

'Did you forget about me, Levesque?' Malfoy said from across where I sat.
'No I didn't, I just don't like you,' I replied, knowing my words would trigger him and possibly shatter his ego.

It wasn't that I disliked Malfoy. I didn't, not at all. But, sometimes, I really liked seeing him get riled up and annoyed--it made me joyous to see him get angry or offended at something I had said. Though, Malfoy was sometimes a huge git, especially towards Quinn and a few muggle-borns, I couldn't help but pity him as he was raised to be like that; I never once despised him for repeating the ideology his father had forced-fed him. In fact, it made me feel sympathy for him. To think, how cruel his father could be towards him for him to end up like this.

From all the pure-blood children I had met, Malfoy was probably the most tolerable one; Zabini was a close-second but sometimes, he pissed me off.

'Are you guys taking divination with Trelawney?' I asked as I stuffed myself with toasted bread.
'Unfortunately,' whined Quinn.
'Mum made me,' replied Malfoy.
'No! Actually,' grinned Zabini.

All of our eyes turned towards Zabini since he was the only one who didn't take the tedious subject of Divination.

'Switch places with me, will you, Blaise?' cried Quinn. He desperately didn't want to take divination anymore after hearing how classes were from our seniors.
I didn't listen to all the rumours he and Malfoy had spouted at me and preferred to form my opinion after our first class.

'Come on, guys, it can't be that bad,' I said. Quinn sharply turned towards me, and so did Malfoy's, 'it is that bad, Levesque.'

'Anyways, you lot, have fun predicating your death or whatever,' said Zabini witha grin as he stood up, 'make sure to not die by the end of the year.'
Quinn gave him a middle finger while Malfoy scoffed at his behaviour.