Draco's POV:
𝑼𝒈𝒉, 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝑰 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅? 𝑰 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏, 𝒉𝒆𝒚, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘-𝒊𝒕-𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎, t𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒕𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏'𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑! 𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝑶𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚? 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘-𝒊𝒕-𝒂𝒍𝒍. 𝑾𝒂𝒊𝒕, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝑰 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒂𝒚? 𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚? 𝑨𝒔 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕if𝒖𝒍𝒍. 𝑺𝑯𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔. 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅, 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒇 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕. 𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝑨𝒛𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍, 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔. 𝑰𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓, 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒛𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔, 𝒘𝒉𝒚 𝒅𝒐 𝑰 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓? 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕. 𝑨𝒉, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑯𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆? 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅 "𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚" 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒘𝒊𝒛𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝑻𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑯𝒂! 𝑰𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎.
𝑩𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑪𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔, 𝑪𝒆𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒄 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏, 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑰 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒐 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈. I chuckle slightly. 𝑨𝒉, 𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒐. 𝑰𝒇 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒓 𝑫𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒎𝒖𝒅𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅, 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑴𝒓. 𝑷𝒐𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓, 𝒂𝒌𝒂 𝑯𝒐𝒈𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝑮𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒘𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅. 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚?! 𝑶𝒇 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎, 𝒕𝒐 𝑺𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅? 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒕, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕.
-Draco, mate, wake up!
Zabini beside me shakes my bones broken till I willingly open my eyes. We are in the great Hall and everyone stares to the front, where Miss McGonagal appearantly waites for somebody.
-I will repeat, the Head boy and Head girl I just announced must come up to my office after the feast our dear house-elves have cooked us.
I raise my eyebrow to Zabini. He shakes his head impaitently as I ask:
- So, who are the lucky ones this year?
-Mate, tell me you didn't listen.
-Why, no. I was thinking. I reply truthsworthy.
Zabini nods.
-As I was thinking. But, mate, I hope you were paying attention at the part McGonagal said you are to be Headboy this year.
I gasp, my eyes wide.
-Really? And who's the Headgirl? I ask. Hopefully that hot Ravenclaw girl I saw on train. She looked cute.
-Aye, mate, ya better find out at the meeting!
He yells at me, running off as fast as he can. I groan. Blaise Zabini will always be Blaise Zabini and nobody can change that!
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