CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "You're out of your mind."
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─── Y/N POV ───
The next morning, the cold breeze of the dungeons blew past me as I made my way down to the Slytherin common room. The faint sound of voices reached my ears before I even rounded the corner. I paused for a moment, looking down at the piece of parchment I received from my owl earlier that morning.
Meet me in the common room before breakfast.
- D
This was the first time Draco had invited me inside the Slytherin common room. Usually, we kept our arrangement strictly in public spaces — hallways, the Great Hall, or the Quidditch stands. The common room had always seemed like an unspoken line we wouldn't cross, but here I was.
I knocked once, and the stone wall slid open to reveal the large, green-lit common room. Inside, Blaise and Pansy were lounging on one of the leather couches, deep in conversation, while Crabbe and Goyle stood by the fireplace. And there he was — Draco Malfoy, seated in an armchair like it was a throne.
The moment he spotted me, a smirk formed across his lips.
"There she is," he murmured, standing and making his way over to me. "I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me."
"As if I could," I replied, matching his smirk.
It was all part of the act.
Draco slung his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"Good morning, y/n," Pansy said, her tone filled with bitterness. "Draco was just talking about you and your little...friends. As if anyone from Gryffindor stands a chance in the tournament."
I gave her a tight smile, forcing my mouth shut. I could hex her right then and there, but I had to restrain myself.
"Shall we?" Draco said, steering me toward the exit. "Breakfast awaits, and I'd rather not starve."
The others stood up to join us, and together we exited the Slytherins common room.
"I mean, honestly," Draco started. "Does he think we're all blind? There's no way Potter didn't put his name into that Goblet. He's a cheat, and everyone knows it."
"I agree," Blaise chimed in smoothly. "He can't go a year without trying to be the center of everything, can he?"
"Always the attention seeker," Pansy smirked. "Right, y/n?"
