Corey Fogelmanis Imagines

12||GMW Harry Potter Blurb

Notes to understand if you're not a HP fan: *mudblood refers to a wizard that came from muggles* *purebloods in Slytherin often stick together and ridicule wizards who aren't like them.*
*There are 4 houses and all students belong to one: Slytherin(cunning/devious), Gryffindor(Brave), Hufflepuff(Kind and loving), and Raven claw(smart and resourceful).
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"Psssttt." A beat passes. "Psssttt Y/N!" An ignorant cockroach whispers to me. I hate potions with a passion. I love the course itself, but these purebloods have no appreciation for it. Muggles would kill for something that could cure countless diseases and chronic conditions. The reason I'm taking this call is because there was a hole in my schedule so I was forced into potions with Slytherin instead of Ravenclaw, my own house.

"What Corey?" I whisper yell back praying Professor Malfoy won't hear us. The professor is a wonderful guy but it'd be in everybody's best interest to not put him in a bad mood.

"My potions looks a little- what's the word Peyton?" He questions looking to his best friend in mock thought. The perfect featured boy smirked at me as he always does and leaned closer. "It doesn't have the muddy look we were going for, thought you could help is all. You filthy little mudblood."

My eyes glossed over and I was once again caught between sadness and wanting to strangle this boy to death. His friend in the background smirks at me as if he's just said the most profound statement known to man.

I looked Peyton right in the eyes and casually insulted his very being while picking at my nails. "I guess I, a simple mudblood must have a lot in common with your mother." The clear confusion on his face almost gave me this sadistic pleasure when I realized it would soon be place with utter shock or some emotion of the sort. "Oh didn't you know? No women can be pure after having that many husbands."

The whole class stopped and stared at me mouths ajar. I saw no point in keeping my thoughts to a whisper. These boys have been harassing me long enough, I think I've earned the right to be heard.

"How dare you call yourself a wizard! You're a mistake and nothing but! The only thing you could look forward to in life is becoming a filthy mistress begging purebloods like myself to trade some of your time or a galleon or two" In a flash I had my wand pointed at his throat and his pointed at mine as well as Corey's. I was outnumbered.

"Any last words, mudblood?" Peyton spit. Corey looked an ugly shade of green, only Merlin knows why. My knees were shaking so much I'm shocked at my ability to stand upright. "Just two. Eat shi-"

"Enough!" Shouts Professor Malfoy right before casting a spell that blocks the hex Peyton was about to ever-so-kindly throw at me. "Y/n, please head to headmistress Weasley's room and cool off. I'll call you later to inform you of your punishment."

I nod and leave the room fuming in disbelief. I'm being punished for.m no reason, I did nothing wrong.

----- Corey's POV -----

"Class dismissed!" Shouted the tall angry blond. Man have we messed up today. "Professor, I'm sorry!" Pleaded Peyton.

I don't understand, he's apologized to everyone but his victim for his actions. Why does he even bother. People think I'm a heartless twat all because I never apologize, but why would I if I have no intent on correcting my actions?

"I'm tired of your excuses. They mean nothing to me." Professor Malfoy says calmly while walking over to us and sitting backwards on the desk in front of us.

"I think it's time I told you of a story between me and headmistress Weasley." I furrowed my eyebrows in deep concentration.

"No offense but I'm not sure how our current situation is at all relevant regarding you and your fiancé." Professor Malfoy doesn't so much as bat an eye at my ridicule and pretends he didn't hear me.

"You've heard the stores of the brightest witch of my generation and I'm sure you know that my father was on the opposing side of the war as well as the majority of my family." I suck a breath in. I've heard all about the Malfoy's. My godfather is Theodore Nott after all, his father was extremely invested in the dark side.

"I was a downright git and every chance I got, I would make fun of Hermione. I called her a mudblood to the point of tears, insulted her friends, family, looks. It was never actually funny though, she gave we a well-deserved sucker punch for it once. I didn't even realize it stopped being funny until I had to stand there and watch my aunt carve the word mudblood into her skin." His face looked so haunted and distant in that moment I almost wanted to give the guy a hug. The confusion settles in when I rethought his words.

"You - you were rude to Weasley? I'd never cross that woman." I shuddered. There's no way. She's the sternest but kindest person I've ever met. Aside from that, Mr. Malfoy is so caring, it seems almost impossible to envision him differently.

"I'm afraid so. I couldn't see far enough through the fog that was my fathers expectations to be myself. We probably would've been acquainted much earlier if I wasn't so cowardly."

"Well, maybe she deserved it." Mumbles Peyton. I could only see red as I dove after him grabbing onto anything. Leaving my wand behind, I sucker punched the egomaniac in front of me. I've never felt that someone should be hurt because of their blood status. I've only made jokes, but now I'm even reconsidering that.

"You joke of a Slytherin!" Shouted Peyton. "You joke of a child!" I retorted, winding back for another hit as I got elbowed in the cheek. "Enough!" Seethed professor Malfoy.

"Corey, go see Madam Pomfrey to fix that up. I'll send an owl to Professor Matthews excusing you from Muggle Studies.

"As for you Peyton, you have detention for the rest of the semester. I don't want to hear any rebuttals, just go to your dorm for the rest of the day, your punishment begins tomorrow." Peyton actually had the nerve to roll his eyes. How had he learned nothing from today's events?

I feel like my mind has been clouded and I've now been through some sort of revelation.

While rushing off to Madam Pomfrey, I'm pulled from my self-reprimanding thoughts when I sharply turn a corner and run straight in to y/n.

We both fall over and she ends up lying right on top of me. In other circumstances, my friend downstairs would be making a visit. However, I'm glad I stayed at bay because now would be the worst timing for that.

"Are you just waiting here to taunt me some more? Because I won't have it Corey. You can go be a simpleminded imbecile with Peyton, but I won't let you lot hurt me any further." She glares at me with such fury I feel my hope sinking into my chest.

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry. I know you probably don't believe me, with reason, but I feel genuinely awful for all of the obscure things I've put you through."

Standing up and turning away, y/n looks at me and crushes my hope entirely.
"And for what it's worth, I don't care." She states simply, not realizing how much her words really do effect me. "I don't want an apology because you don't want yourself to feel guilty. You deserve it. You really do."

"But I'm sorry! I really am, I'll never ridicule yourself or anyone else for the matter!" She laughs sarcastically, in pure disbelief of something that I can't figure out.

"Do you want me to reward you Corey? Congratulations!" I yell, throwing my hands up dramatically. "You're finally figuring out that being a decent human is the right way to go! You should stop ridiculing people because it's the right thing to do. Don't change yourself so you can cope with your conscience better. I understand what you're telling me, but you're doing it for all of the wrong reasons. Goodbye Corey."