Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 40

The meeting at the hogs head is all I can think about for the rest of the weekend. I have never felt more on edge up until this weekend. Although I try, I struggle to forget the nervous looks that were thrown my way during the meeting, as if I was someone who was absolutely not to be trusted. In all fairness, the students were right, to a certain extent. I am the daughter of a family notorious for being death eaters. It wouldn't be completely unreasonable to suspect that I was a part of something similar, which wasn't entirely untrue, anyway. Not to mention, the colors on my tie gave the members of this secret society every reason to be wary of me.

I can't seem to forget what Zacharias Smith, the arrogant Hufflepuff boy, said to me during the meeting. Usually, I could not care less about what an insignificant student such as himself would have to say about me. After all, I've become accustomed to people whispering about me. Ever since my first year, I've heard students talk about Y/n Pucey, the Slytherin that's nearly as feared by the other houses as Draco Malfoy. However, as memories of the meeting replay in my head, his words cut deeper than I would like.

Maybe he is right. Maybe I'm not to be trusted. But I made a promise to Harry to help him, and the thought of breaking his trust hurts more than any amount of words can.

Harry.

I had almost forgotten about that. I keep replaying Harry's kiss in the hogs head, vividly remembering the feeling of his lips on mine, and I inwardly slap myself.

Why did he do that?

To my surprise, none of the students from the meeting have yet to say anything about the rather unfortunate incident, and for that, I am grateful. I don't know what I would even do if word did get out.

Suddenly, I wake up to the sound of loud chatter as I groggily sit up in my bed. My eyes flicker down to Daphne's bed, only to realize that my dormitory is completely empty. I quickly throw on some clothes and tie my hair into a quick up-do to see what the cause of the noise is.

As I enter the common room, I frown when my eyes land on Malfoy and a large group of Slytherins surrounding him, eager to listen to what he has to say. In front of him is a large sign that is fixed over the notice board. I push my way through the small crowd, and the first and second years quickly move out of the way as I make my way to the front.

My eyes briefly scan the sign, and I try my best to ignore the sinking feeling in my stomach as I continue to read.

By order of The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts, All Student Organizations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded. An Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students. Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge). No Student Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor. Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled. The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twenty-four. Signed: Professor Umbridge

Fuck. She knows.

When I am finished reading, I look sideways at Malfoy, who is grinning from ear to ear. "What is this, Malfoy?" I ask, sounding irritated as I gesture towards the board.

Malfoy's smile widens. "Umbridge has been appointed the high inquisitor of Hogwarts," he informs me. From the tone of his voice, it sounds like he thinks it is the best news in the world. "This means no more Quidditch for Gryffindor, unless they can get permission from Umbridge, of course." He then smirks and looks towards the small crowd. "And I doubt that's likely after the stunts Potter has pulled this year."