Y/N POTTER (2)

Chapter 20: My Not-Ending

I was in the library, returning the books I borrowed. Madam Pince's nose flared. I have had these books for a long time and it was almost the deadline for their return.

"Returned befere the deadline," I said, smiling innocently at her.

She took the books from me without a word and left to put them back into their shelves.

I heard a tap on the window and turned towards it. A fluffy looking creature with a long snout stood on the windowsill, looking at me.

I blinked at the niffler as it tapped its fist on the glass again. I walked to it and pulled up the window.

"Hello, Not Surprised Life Is Crazy! I really have to find you a nickname," says the niffler.

"Hello, Lance," I said. "My real name is Y/n Potter."

"Oh... Then why did you tell me otherwise?"

"I didn't."

"Who are you talking to?" a voice asked.

Who's voice do you hear?

Draco Malfoy:

Draco froze at the sight of Lance. "Is that —?"

"Yep," I replied while Lance said, "His head looks very shiny today."

"Both of you, behave," I said. "Until I tell you not to."

Lance eyed Draco's hair greedily but didn't move.

"What did he say?" Draco asked nervously.

"He likes how shiny your gel makes your head look."

Draco gulped, looking like he's decided that he'd never wear as much gel again.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. "It's not like you to visit the library unless you want to annoy Tom."

"I want to know the details of what happened in the Chamber. Who had killed the basilisk?"

"You're so nosy, you know?" I said. "I slayed the basilisk. Between Harry and I, I'm always the one doing the killing. Then I almost died and Harry saved me and in doing so he almost died, then Fawks saved him with his Disney Princess tears."

"I asked for details." Draco sighed. "If only your brother had died... I'm surprised he hadn't accidentally run himself with the sword."

I scowled. "Well, it's not like your dad was any more gracefu!"

Draco's ears perked up. "My father was here? You saw him?"

"He already left. But not after setting your house-elf, Dobby, free. Not on perposes of course."

Draco blinked. "I don't understand. How do you know about Dobby?"

"Oh, he's been visiting Harry and I. How he knew so much about us, I do not know." I eyed him suspiciously. "Harry tricked your father into giving Dobby a sock — well, a diary more like."

"Details?"

"I'm too lazy to."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Should have expected that." He turned to leave.

"Wait!" I called.

He stopped. "What?"

"Swap places with me," I said. "On the Quidditch team. Try being Chaser."

His eyebrows furrowed. "Why?"

"Because you're more of a Chaser than a Seeker," I replied.

"And what makes you say that?"