Butterflies (Harry Potter x reader)

The Bludger

About a week later, Harry, Hermione, Ron, and I are all sitting in the library.

"Here it is, the polyjuice potion," Hermione says, then starts to read from the book, which looked to be called Most Potente Potions. ""Properly brewed, the Polyjuice Potion allows the drinker to transform himself temporarily into the physical form of another.'"

"You mean, if Harry and I drink that stuff, we'll turn into Crabbe and Goyle?" Ron asks.

"Yes," Hermione answers.

Ron and Harry grin at each other. "Wicked. Malfoy will tell us anything," Ron comments.

Hermione slightly smiles. "Exactly, but it's tricky. I've never seen a more complicated potion."

"Well, how long will it take to make?" Harry asks.

"A month," Hermione says, looking up at Harry.

"A month?! But Hermione... if Malfoy is the Heir of Slytherin, he could attack half the muggle-borns by then!" Harry states.

"I know, but it's the only plan we've got," she says.

"Hold on a minute. What do you mean about Draco being the Heir of Slytherin?" I ask.

"Oh right. That's what we were talking about in Transfiguration class." Harry said.

"But.. are you sure it's him? How do you know?" I ask.

"Just like Salazar Slytherin, he hates Muggle-borns, and thinks pure-bloods are best, in his mind, he has every reason to want to attack them!" Harry explains to me.

I'm silent. I look down.

"Y/n,  what is it?" Harry asks.

"I don't think it's him," I say.

"Why? Do you want to protect your precious Draco?" Ron asks, salty.

"No, it's not that. I just don't think it's right to accuse him-or anyone- without complete proof." I state.

"But Y/n, it makes sense! All the signs point to him. And right now, he's our best lead." Harry says to me.

"I guess.." I say.

"You're gonna come to the Gryffindor versus Slytherin match to cheer me on, right?" Harry asks.

I smiled up at him, "You know I will."

He smiled back. "Great, because I could use all the luck I can get,"

"Yeah, Harry'll REALLY enjoy you being there," Ron commented, with a smug smile.

I looked at him, puzzled. "What makes you say that Ron?"

Ron looked to Harry and said nothing for a second. I looked to Harry to see he was glaring at Ron.

"What's wrong Harry?" I asked.

He looked back at me, "Huh? Oh nothing-nothing," He smiled.

"Uh ok," I looked to Hermione to see if she knew what the heck was going on. She just gave a "I have no idea" shrug, with a smile on her face.

Was I missing something?

I decided to ignore it.

Harry seemed to be aggressively whispering something to Ron.

Maybe it was just something between them that I wasn't supposed to know. It still kind of hurt though.

It was time for the Quidditch game. I was in my dorm.

"Hey Caroline, are you coming to the Quidditch game?" I asked, searching for my Hufflepuff scarf.

"Uh I don't know. Do you want me to?"