Rendezvous ⤖ Draco Malfoy

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Hope stormed out of the classroom, her hands clenching into fists. A rage was slowly spiralling out of her grasp the more she thought about what had just happened.

How dare he expose her as a natural magic user? How dare he plan lessons all because of who she is? It's like he wants people to purposefully find out who she is.

She needs to get out.

Hermione caught her arm before she could escape. "Are you alright, Hope?"

No. she was not alright. Not in the slightest. She wanted to murder Snape in ten different ways.

I know at least 20 different ways without anyone knowing.

Shut up voices. She did not need this right now.

Hope bit her tongue, ignoring the voices. "Yes. No. Not exactly how I pictured announcing that I'm a natural magic witch but...I guess it's over with now."

"Snape's a dick. Always has been, always will be." Harry said, nudging his shoulder with Hope's.

"Yeah...I'll see you all later?" She waved goodbye to the Gryffindor's and sent Hermione a look that said they'd talk about this when they were alone.

She needed to scream into her pillow.

"Hope Marshall!" Magnolia's arm looped through Hope's as she caught up to her. "How dare you not tell me about natural magic."

"Wasn't exactly on my agenda for anyone to know."

"Oh. You know I wouldn't have told anyone right? You can trust me."

Hope pulled to a stop to see the utter sadness on Magnolia's face. Her best friend and she was keeping the biggest secret ever from her.

"Mags, of course I trust you. I just didn't want anyone to know. It's just safer if no-one knew."

"And now that's ruined."

"Yeah..."

They walked into the common room and stopped short at seeing the huddle in the middle of room. A group of students were crowded round and talking to each other. And in the middle stood Pansy Parkinson.

This would not be good.

They all slowly turned their way as they realised that Hope and Magnolia had made an appearance. The whispering came to a halt.

"Well, if it isn't miss powerful." Pansy remarked taking front and centre.

"Jealous are we? Finally realised I'm more competent, have you?" Hope snarked back. Magnolia sniggered into her hand.

Pansy's hand tightened round her wand. "It's becoming more and more obvious that you don't belong here, mudblood."

Hope laughed. "Find a new insult Pansy, it's getting old."

She raised her wand higher. "We don't want your puny magic anywhere near us."

"Puny? You haven't seen half of my magic." The Hollow agreed as the veins on Hope's arms turned black and her anger strengthened. "I could give you a brain aneurysm with the snap of my fingers, Parkinson. No wand, no spoken spells. So do not fucking test me."  She warned, taking a step closer.

Pansy looked her up and down before she took a step forward. "With a snap of your finger? You're hilarious, Marshall. You couldn't beat me in a duel if you even tried. What would your mummy say if she saw you crying like a pathetic mudblood bitch?"

A wave of blue magic burst out of Hope's body and shot straight towards Pansy, throwing the witch off her feet and onto the ground. Hope couldn't have stopped it even if she tried. The Hollow reacted in her anger. It yearned for it, the chance to escape and wreak havoc.

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

Shouting rang out throughout the room as they stepped further and further away from the witch.

Hope ran towards her dorm and the path cleared immediately. Once in her room, another wave flared out, knocking items off of bedside tables and pillows from the beds.

She had to share a room with that witch.

Hope let out a scream and pulled at the ends of her hair. She was in deep shit. She had attacked Pansy. Attacked another student. She was so going to get expelled for this.

"I expected better from you."

Hope froze. That was not possible. He couldn't be here. Turning around, her eyes widened at seeing her dad leaning against the wardrobe.

"You're not real." She whispered.

"Aren't I?" He stepped forward and ran his finger down her cheek. "This certainly feels real, Little Wolf."

She choked on her sob.

"You should have snapped that witch's neck. But only after you had drawn out her suffering. Did I not teach you enough?"

A shiver ran down Hope's spine and she straightened up. "No. I shouldn't have hurt her at all."

"Are you not a Mikaelson? When did we start letting people belittle us? Mock us?"

"You're not real." Her eyes narrowed. "My dad would never say these things to me."

"Wouldn't I? Should I not teach my daughter how to stand up for herself?"

She started pacing in front of...whatever that is. "This is not happening. You are not real. You're just a figment of my imagination."

"Little wolf, don't you believe me?"

"Don't call me that!" She snapped and pointed her finger at him.

"Why not? Isn't it my nickname for you?"

"Just stop! You're not him!"

Hope faced away from him and tried to control her breathing. She was losing it. She was officially losing it. Her dad was in America not here at Hogwarts.

"The witch was right. Your mother would be disappointed. Disappointed that you're a weakness to this family."

Her eyes narrowed into slits as she paused and faced him again.

"It's because of you that she's dead."

That was it. He just had to say those damn words. One second she was on the opposite side of the room and next Hope had her hands wrapped around his throat.