OUR DARLING D

Chapter 15

A month ito the new senester and finally, things are starting to feel routinely around Hogwarts. Well, except the random days Peeves and other pranksters start rallying and breaking routines.

(Just the other day, the whole ground floor was flooded because Peeves collaborated with other students. No one knew it was him, a lot just suspected, but Professor Lupin miraculously got Peeves to admit it. The dungeons were fortunately unharmed.)

And so like every Friday afternoon, Draco was once again conversing with the mermaids by the common room, this time arguing with three mermaids whose response is to throw his homework into the lake to the question of "Do you have paper there?".

He was amusedly reacting at the mermaid whose hands were gesticulating wildly as they waved here and there,telling a story about a higher year throwing his paperworks in the lake after graduation. Which led to others copying him, filling the lake with so much paper that the squid threw a tantrum and the Professors had them in detention immediately. (even if they already graduated)

'Well, that story is either make believe or it didn't happen.'

'It happened.' signed one. 'was there'

'The dark professor is student' another mermaid signed, pointing excitedly behind him. 'ask'

Draco raised a brow at them before the mermaids shrugged and swam away, the last mermaid waving before catching up with the others.

"Draco." A stern voice sounded behind him.

Draco turned around and acknowledged the Head of House. "Yes, Unc- I mean, Professor?"

Snape merely hummed at the slip up. "Why must you always drive other students away just to converse with the mermaids? This is the common room."

"The mermaids get distracted and will misunderstand my signs if they saw someone signing, too." Draco crossed his arms. "Besides, I only drive the lower years away. The higher years could've stayed but they didnt and I didnt bother asking why."

"Because.." an exhasperated Pansy walked in the common room with Blaise in tow, arriving just in time fresh from the library judging by tge array of books floating around them. "You are a drama queen without us and people kept misinterpreting your dramatic way of wording."

"Yeah, Dray." Blaise seconded, a lazy grin pulling at his lips at the increasing not-pouting blond. He redirected the floating books behind him by the table closest to the fireplace. "You and your 'my father will hear about this' nonsense is becoming your catchphrase."

"Well, of course he will. I am required to write to Father once a week. I am supposed to write what happened that week and if it so happens that they are mentioned it's because they were with me. What do they expect?" Draco asked, scoffing.

Pansy chuckled, tucking a hair behind her ears. "And I say, dramatic way of wording."

"But hey, let's just keep this up until they get tired of Dray saying it and just give up on trying to keep their images up."

"Now, if you're quite done." Snape snapped at the bickering kids in front of him.

The three Slytherins closed their mouths and quietened down, settling on the numerous plush filled beanbags and couches and Pansy leaned on a goose feather filled pillow.

"Now, Miss Parkinson, I believe you are intended to have a sparring match with a sixth year as per your Mother's orders. She has hired a talented duellist and had the sense to hire Ravenclaw."

Pansy grimaced, having just found her comfortable spot and contemplated on skipping.

"Your mother specifically asked a report on your opponent's weaknesses, statistics, battle tactics and techniques by evening."