The Mudblood

Chapter 19 : Year 2

Once we were allowed to leave the Great Hall and go back to our common rooms, I immediately put my Frog Spawn Soap plan into action. Er—well—the twins' plan, really. They'd been the ones to buy me the soap, but now it was my job to make sure the Slytherins used it.

I decided to sneak into the third year boys' bathroom and put the soap in there. While it would have been hilarious to hear Harper and Anderson screaming over some frogs, I knew that Malfoy was the one I really wanted to prank.

I heard the screaming that Monday evening shortly before I was going to go to bed. Everyone heard the screaming, honestly. Melody, Astoria, Ashley, and I all got out of our beds and peeked our heads out the door to see what was going on, although I already knew.

"That sounds like Draco!" Astoria cried in panic.

Melody snickered mischievously. "I hope he's dying."

"I hope it's Adrian!" Ashley enthused. "I put a snake in his bed this morning! Or—at least I think it was his bed..."

I saw the third year boys' door open, and—not to my surprise—Draco Malfoy came stomping out. What did surprise me, however, was that he was dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel around his waist.

"MUDBLOOD!" he bellowed. When he glanced down the hall and saw my head popping out of our doorway, his face boiled with rage.

Trying to stifle my laughter, I was about to retreat back into our room, but, unexpectedly, Melody grabbed my arm and thrust me out into the hallway.

"Kill her!" she cheered maliciously.

"Oh no, Draco! Don't touch her! You're naked! Come touch me!" Astoria cried from the doorway. Malfoy was now charging at me full speed, and I almost thought he was going to actually physically attack me.

"That's gross, Astoria," I sang nervously as I began to back away. Malfoy didn't look like he was going to relent, though, so I quickly turned around and dashed down the corridor. "How do you know it was me!" 

"I'm going to kill you!" he yelled as he continued to chase after me.

Once I'd run into the common room, all of the older kids in the room turned to me with confused expressions on their faces. I knew that there was nowhere I could run, so I turned to face Malfoy, hoping I could try to reason with him.

"Malfoy, look—" I began, but before I could get another word out, half-naked Draco Malfoy lunged at me, tackling me right back onto the hard ground.

I blinked furiously, but every time I opened my eyes, Malfoy's enraged face was still looming above me. I was lying flat on my back, and Malfoy—only in a towel—was lying on top of me. He had my arms pinned down at my side as he seethed through his teeth. I was surprised he could actually hold me down with his broken arm, but then I remembered that he was probably faking the whole injury, so...

As I looked at him nervously, I realized that he actually had some abs and muscle and—OH WHAT ARE YOU THINKING LAINEY. This is Draco Malfoy: the biggest douchebag of the century. There is no way that you find him even the slightest bit attractive. Just no.

"I should murder you," he fumed, spit—or maybe just water from his wet hair—flying in my face.

I cleared my throat awkwardly as I stared up at the large, green frog that was perched on top of his messy, blond hair. "Er—you have a frog on your head—"