𝐀 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 [Draco×OC]

4: My family knows who you are

Chapter 4

"My family knows who you are"

When I got up to go to the classroom, the Great Hall was noticeably emptier. I walked the entire way alone, thinking about the instructions Professor Dumbledore had given me before the school year started. I mean, it wouldn't be good to come to school and wander around lost, missing important classes. Besides, Dumbledore knew I didn't have any friends yet (and probably wouldn't have any), so this could happen: walking alone on my first day.

I entered the classroom where I saw the Slytherin students who had been with me during lunch. There was only one empty seat left, next to Draco. I didn't want to sit next to him and have him think I was following him or something, but I had no other choice. Besides, I was getting settled in late, not as if I had priority in choosing my seat.

"I see you found the classroom," he said, smirking.

"Yes, Dumbledore gave me a tour, showing me the classrooms I needed to go to. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found them," I said, somewhat embarrassed. "By the way, I'm sorry about the Great Hall; I didn't mean to scare or hurt you."

His face grew serious.

"Don't let it happen again, Rasmüssen," he said firmly, his gaze fixed on mine. "You wouldn't want my f..."

"Your father?" I interrupted, then laughed. "Seriously, are you going to threaten me with your father? Draco, sorry... Malfoy, I've already told you I didn't mean to hurt you. I don't really control what I do... Also, it's not like you treated me well to begin with, don't you think?"

He leaned in close to my face.

"I advise you to be careful with me, Rasmüssen. My family knows who you are."

I laughed to hide my genuine nervousness. Does his family have something to do with You-Know-Who? Or was it just a simple threat?

"Well, in that case, maybe you should be careful with me," I said, smiling.

Just before he could respond, someone who I assume was the professor walked in.

His face looked very serious, almost angry. His hair was black, just like his clothes. He walked to the front and uncovered what appeared to be a chest covered with a black cloth. The chest was moving, as if something inside was trying to get out. Everyone had curious expressions, except Draco, of course, who looked bored.

"Does anyone know what's inside?" the professor asked, without introducing himself. I suppose the other students already knew who he was, and I was the only one who didn't.

"A boggart, professor," said a girl sitting at the front.

Her hair looked wavy, with a reddish hue, matching the colors of her uniform. Maybe she was from Gryffindor?

"And what does a boggart look like?" the professor asked again.

"Nobody really knows," the same girl answered. "It's a creature that takes the form of whatever the person seeing it fears most."

"Miss Granger, this is the second time you've spoken without permission. Ten points from Gryffindor."

Yes, she was from Gryffindor. I heard the kids from that house complaining; and it was no wonder. If Granger answered correctly, why was she being scolded like that? Wait, ten points off? Is this about points? What does that mean?

"Nonetheless, Miss Granger is correct. A boggart is a creature that takes the form of whatever frightens the viewer the most, so it could be said to have a personalized appearance. However, there is a way to deal with them, with the Riddikulus charm, which makes the boggart take on a ridiculous appearance, far from frightening."