enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 2: "Stop smiling."

Felicity's POV

Harry, Ron, and I walked through the dungeons, wandering aimlessly in search of the Slytherin common room. "I think it's this way..." Harry said doubtfully. I shrugged. We followed Harry, only to be interrupted by a familiar, snobby voice. "Excuse me," Percy Weasley said sternly. Ron/Crabbe gasped quietly next to me. "What are you doing d-" Ron asked. I nudged him with my elbow and sent him a warning glance. "I mean," he cleared his throat and spoke deeper, "What are you doing down here?"

Percy glared down at us. "I happen to be a school prefect," he told us arrogantly, "You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at night... what are your names again?" As we opened our mouths to answer, an annoyingly high-pitched voice did it for us. "Crabbe! Goyle, Parkinson! Where have you three been? Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?" Malfoy asked snarkily.

Ron gulped and nodded. Malfoy turned to Harry, scrutinizing him for a second. "Why are you wearing glasses?" he finally asked incredulously. "Uh," Harry fumbled with his glasses, sliding them off his face, "Reading." 

Malfoy blinked, looking surprised. "Reading? I didn't know you could read..."

I tried in vain to hold in my laughter and the platinum blonde prat turned to me, glaring. My giggles quickly died down as I tried to keep a straight face. He turned towards Percy, his glare growing stronger. "And what are you doing down here, Weasley?" he sneered.

Percy returned the heated look. "Mind your attitude, Malfoy," he growled. Malfoy smirked and brushed past him; Ron, Harry, and I quickly followed. We stopped in front of a stone wall in the dungeon. "Pureblood," Malfoy spoke the password smugly. The wall sank into the ground to reveal the Slytherin Common Room.

As much as I hate to admit it, it was beautiful. Murky lake water could be seen through the stain glass windows, and green lanterns lit up the cold, elegant room. Green, black, and silver furniture decorated the room, and several Slytherin emblems were scattered around the room.

Malfoy plopped down on a black armchair, with a bored look on his face. He turned to us expectantly. "Well, sit down," he demanded. We quickly complied, sitting on a dark green couch across from him. "You'd never know the Weasleys were Purebloods, the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the wizarding world, all of them."

Next to me, Ron clenched his fist angrily and glared at Malfoy. I kicked his shin and he redirected his glare to me. "What's wrong with you, Crabbe?" Malfoy asked, brow furrowed. "Uh... stomachache," he replied lamely. Malfoy rolled his eyes. "McGonagall gave me detention for the month," he told us, groaning. "What'd you do?" I asked, genuinely curious. "Jinxed an annoying Gryffindor first year," he replied offhandedly. 

I forced out a laugh, when, in reality, I wanted to pop his head off like a pimple. "Nice," I praised him, "You're, um... so brave and cunning..." Malfoy nodded and Ron and Harry sent me weird looks. I just shrugged. Harry mouthed something, but I didn't understand.

"You know," Malfoy said eventually, "I'm surprised the Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up. Father always said Dumbledore was the worst thing that ever happened to this place."

"You're wrong!" Harry almost shouted, suddenly the angry one. I turned and tried to convey in my expression that he needed to shut up. Malfoy stood up and took a step towards Harry. "What was that?" he questioned menacingly. "You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?"

"Harry Potter?" I suggested mildly. Harry turned and gave me the evil eye, but Malfoy seemed satisfied. "Good one, Parkinson," he commented, almost smirking, "You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. And people actually think he's the Heir of Slytherin?"

Harry, Ron, and I all exchanged glances. "Then you must have some idea who's behind it all," Ron pointed out. "You know I don't, Crabbe," Malfoy scoffed, "I told you yesterday. How many times do I have to tell you?" He strut over to a table with various miscellaneous objects on it and picked up a small gift box wrapped in green paper with a silver bow.

He shook the present. "Is this yours?" he asked. We all shook our heads wordlessly and he grinned, slipping the box into his robes. "But my father did say this," Malfoy said, continuing our conversation, "It's been 50 years since the Chamber of Secrets was opened. He wouldn't tell me who opened it, only that they were expelled. The last time Chamber of Secrets was, a Mudblood died. So it's only a matter of time until one of them is killed this time. As for me, I hope it's Granger."

I stood up from my spot on the couch angrily and took a threatening step towards Malfoy. Ron and Harry both grabbed an arm to pull me back as I glowered at Malfoy. "What's the matter with you three?" Malfoy asked, annoyed, "You're acting very... odd." "Nothing," Harry denied quickly. We turned away from Malfoy slightly. 

"Calm down," Harry scolded quietly. I rolled my eyes. Suddenly, Ron gasped a little. "Scar," he whispered. My eyes widened as I glanced at 'Goyle's' forehead to see Harry's lightning shaped scar. "Hair," he whispered to me and Ron. Ron's was turning red, and mine was going back to blonde.

We quickly ran to the entrance of the Common Room, passing Malfoy and a group of evil looking first years. "Hey! Where are you going?" Malfoy called after us. We continued running until we got to the abandoned girls's lavatory.

"That was close," Harry breathed. "Hermione, come out! We've got loads to tell you!" I shouted excitedly. "Go away!" she replied. Moaning Myrtle floated out from the cubicle Hermione still remained in. "Oh, wait 'till you see. It's awful," she cackled. My eyes narrowed. "Hermione?" Harry asked hesitantly, "Are you okay?" He pushed open the stall door slowly.

The first thing I saw was a striped tail. My eyes widened in shock and slight horror. "Do you remember me telling you that Polyjuice Potion was only for humans?" she started, her voice shaking. Harry slipped his glasses on and gasped quietly when he saw Hermione. 

"It was cat hair that I plucked off of Millicent Bulstrode's robes," she finished miserably. She turned around to reveal her feline features. She had small ears and a cat's nose and eyes. Plus fur. Lots of fur.

"Look at my face," she said mournfully. Myrtle laughed and I turned to glare at her. "Look at your tail!" Ron marveled. I slapped his arm, irritated. Hermione eventually came out and we sat in a square on the tiled floor, re-telling our story. "So he's not the Heir of Slytherin," Hermione mused when we finished. "Wait... Felicity, don't you have detention for the month?" I nodded, not seeing her point. "So you have detention... and Malfoy has detention..."

It dawned me and I groaned loudly, face palming. "Damn it," I cursed. Ron, Hermione, and Harry began laughing at my misfortune. "Thanks, Hermione," I said, glaring. "It's not my fault," she replied, grinning.

"Stop smiling."