Ten Questions (Harry Potter x Slytherin reader)

Chapter 53

Word of Dumbledore's disappearance from Hogwarts spread fast. I had hardly seen Harry since the room of requirement had been stormed. We would see each other during class and through passing periods, but with Umbridge's sudden appointment to headmaster, she had a chokehold on the school. While I thought that the inquisitorial squad would be finished once Dumbledore's army had been caught, I was wrong. 

I was forced to do constant night shifts with Pansy, in addition to collecting information from other students about Dumbledore's army. Of course, I made all of it up when I reported back to Umbridge. 

I wanted to explain myself, to tell Harry that I did everything I could to help. I didn't want him tto think me a traitor. For a few days, I was worried that I would never get to talk to Harry about what happened earlier in the room of requirement. 

That was, until, Daphne handed me a letter in the great hall during breakfast. 

"What's this?" I ask suspiciously, taking the letter from her hand. I flip it on its side. There's no name attached. 

"It's a letter."

I glare at her, and she gives me a sly smile, enjoying teasing me. I let out a sigh and roll my eyes. 

"You are so lucky that we're friends, Greengrass." 

"We're on a last name basis, now?" Daphne frowns, putting on her best fake-pouty face. Blaise chuckles quietly beside her, looking amused at the situation. "Oh, please don't force me to make Blaise my new best friend. I don't think I'd survive."

"Ouch. I'm not that boring," he murmurs, a smile still on his face. 

I ignore the two of them and tear open the envelope, extracting the letter from it. My eyes quickly scan the page, and I stare at it vacantly, although my heart is pounding. 

Y/n, 

Meet me at the astronomy tower. Tonight. 9 O'clock. 

-H

I glance both directions to see if anyone is watching, then shove the letter in my pocket. 

"Can you believe that Dumbledore left?" I hear Daphne say as I tune back into her conversation with Blaise. "I never liked him much, but compared to Umbridge..." she pretends to vomit, prompting Blaise to laugh, "...God, she's insufferable."

"And you work for her, still?" Blaise is looking at me, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "God, do I pity you, Y/n Pucey."

"Not willingly," I mutter, bitterness seething my tone. "If I knew what I was getting into, I would have never joined her stupid fucking group."

"Speaking of stupid fucking groups," Daphne chimes in, "Can you believe that Harry Potter created a secret one?" She leans back in her seat and taps her finger against her chin thoughtfully, "It's not even a bad idea, actually. I think I'm just pissed that we weren't invited to join."

"And have Potter teach you spells?" Blaise barks a laugh. "No, thank you."

"He's not bad, actually." I'm surprised when the words rush out of my mouth instead of a carefully-crafted insult. I furrow my brows, and Blaise and Daphne give me a quizzical look. "He's always done fairly well in Defense Against the Dark Arts," I explain. 

Daphne raises an eyebrow, a sly smile crossing her face. 

"What?"

"Did you just... compliment Harry Potter?"