Author's Note
Hey, guys! Just wanted
to let you know that we'll
be skipping ahead in time
so we can get to some of
the character development.
It is now 5th year in
September, and the
characters are all 15.
Y/n and Draco have been
fighting all the time, just little
arguments, (yk the drill). And
Y/n and Pansy stopped
hating each other, but
aren't quite friends.
That's it, thanks!
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You and Kylie were sitting on your bed on the first day of 5th year, discussing the summer excitedly, when you heard a crash, followed by some very loud yelling.
"YOU RUINED IT YOU STUPID CHILD! I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU COULD DO THIS!! YOU'LL NEVER MAKE IT IN SLYTHERIN YOU LITTLE JERK!!"
You could make out a sound of contact, and gasped as it occured to you that someone had slapped someone else.
You shared a shocked and worried look with Kylie and raced downstairs to see Draco (of course it was him) with a red face staring down at a first year, who was cowering on the ground, whimpering and holding his face. There was also a table tipped over on the ground.
"Draco. Lucius. Malfoy." You said sternly, glaring at him as Pansy stepped down the stairs as well, with her roommate, Daphne. "Care to explain why you're yelling at a first year?!"
Some of the anger drained off of his face. "HE-He ripped my brand new robe!!"
You raised your eyebrows at him, releasing your anger at him into your voice. "It's a ROBE Malfoy! It's not like you can't afford another one!!"
You could have sworn you saw a flicker of fear in his eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it showed up. "W-well I-"
"'WELL' NOTHING!! YOU CAN'T SCREAM AT AND SMACK A CHILD FOR A REASON AS STUPID AS THIS!! HE WOULD HAVE HAD TO OPEN THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS FOR YOU TO EVEN THINK TO ACT LIKE THIS!!"
You stormed up to him and glowered straight into his face, bringing your voice to a menacing whisper, and relishing the fear that flashed across him once again, glad that he was intimidated.
"Now," You murmured, "Apologize to the kid that you traumatized." You stepped back and gestured to the boy who was still sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth with tears streaming down his face.
Draco rolled his eyes. "I didn't traumat-" He cut off when he saw your glare increase, and sighed, walking over to the poor kid. "Sorry, or whatever." You heard him mumble, before he stalked off to his dorm.
You stepped over to the first year, sliding onto the floor with him. You rested your arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close and hushing him softly, whispering soft reassurances into his ear as he cried into you.
After a while, you could hear the sobs die down, and his breathing evened out. With a small smile, you realized that he has fallen asleep.
You looked around the common room, at the people who were doing their own thing. Some were staring, but looked away quickly when your gaze raked over them.
"Are any of you prefects?" you asked, your voice just above a whisper. A second year pointed at a boy playing wizard's chess on the other side of the room. You recognized the tight, black curls of Jace Evanson, he was in your year.
"Hey, Evanson." You called a little more loudly, pulling his attention from across the room, and motioned for him to walk over to you. "You know this boy's name? His dorm number?"
Jace nodded. "Yeah, Lysander Ovalle. Room 107. You gonna take him there?"
"Yeah," I said, and stood up, scooping up Lysander with no struggle. "Could you grab his bags, please?"
Jace trotted across the room to grab the boy's suitcase, which was left toppled over, halfway in front of the door. He turned back to you, eyes widening at the sight of you holding the first year with apparent ease.
"Uh, lead the way, I guess," He followed you down the hall and into room 107, setting the suitcase on the floor before pulling back the covers of the bed without luggage already on it.
You gently laid Lysander down on the bed, careful not to wake him, then set the blankets back over him.
As you were creeping out of the dorm and back towards the commons, Jace looked at you with interest, seeming to evaluate you, almost.
"Can I, uh, help you?" You asked, shooting him a skeptical glance as you stepped onto the stairs that lead out of the boys' wing.
"O-oh, yeah, s-sorry." He flustered a bit at being caught staring, but then continued. "I was just wondering how you were able to pick him up so easily. I mean, eleven-year-old boys aren't exactly light."
You chuckled a bit. "Uh, yeah. I babysit a lot over the summer, and um... I don't know, I guess carrying around a baby all day really makes you strong."
You risked a glance at him, scoffing at his smirk. "What's that for?"
"Oh, I guess I just can't see you, the girl who just screamed at Malfoy, being a literal nanny." He retorted.
"Mhm. You're just jealous that I can carry a kid like that. Bet you couldn't even pick up a two-year-old." You smirked right back at him, watching him struggle to figure out a comeback.
"Anyways, see you later, Evanson." You jogged back to where Kylie, Pansy, and Daphne were all chatting happily, and joined their conversation with a light smile.
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Okay, but do y'all like kids? I definitely do. Lmk what you think of this chapter... and Evanson. 🩵
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