Pathetic. (A Draco Malfoy fanfiction)

Chapter 8.

Fang drops his head onto my lap, staring up at me with his big black eyes. He misses Hagrid, I know exactly how he's feeling, Hagrid was taken away to azkaban, because Cornelius Fudge believes that he is behind the petrifications, that he opened the chamber of secrets, I was foolish enough to think so as well, after what Tom Riddle showed me.

But Hagrid did no such thing, He never could, he's too kindhearted.
I scratch the top of the boarhound's head, listening to Hermione's quill scratching against her parchment as she writes down important notes on the chamber.

Ron drums his fingers against the table's wooden top, earning a disapproving look from Hermione. "So is nobody going to say it?" Ron suddenly blurts, a frustrated tone in his voice.
"Say what, Ron?"
"Well it is rather strange...and not a very good thing considering the situation." Hermione says, her eyebrows bent worriedly.
"What's strange? What's not good?" "Obviously! Bloody hell, practically everyone is gonna believe the rumors no-"
"What are you two talking about?!" I ask loudly, unbelievably anxious, Fang's ears perk and Ron and Hermione look up at me in surprise. "You're a parselmouth!"
"I'm a witch, Ron."
"No no, a parselmouth is someone who can speak snake language, who can talk to snakes."
Hermione explains, snake language? "What do you mean snake language?" "In class you were speaking to the snake."
"Um...no? Back in defense against the dark arts I was just speaking english." I reply, not really taking this parselmouth thing seriously.
"No you weren't, you were hissing.." Ron says, messing with one of Hagrid's hanging dreamcatchers.
"And whatever you were saying to the snake, it sounded like you were egging him on or something."

"I was telling it not to attack!" "We couldn't understand you." "So what you're saying...is that I was speaking another language, and I couldn't tell?" I ask, feeling a bit nervous, what if I am the heir?
"Yes. And you're one of the very few people who can speak parselmouth, some of them have been doing it for years and still don't know." Hermione looks just as concerned as I feel, and Ron just looks vaguely worried, even though I know he's just as scared.

I swallow hard and look down at Fang, who whimpers and huffs. Yeah Fang, me too.