Cat Whiskers- Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

10.

  "SHIIIIIITTTT!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as the car crashed into the Whomping Willow and Ron and Harry groaned as the backlash came. The tree was slowly crushing us, clearly angered.

  Note to self. Don't fuck with the Whomping Willow.

  At the last moment, Ron managed to spin it in reverse as we escaped and rolled several times in the car. Ron's wand was broken as was his dignity. Or whatever he had left. The car ejected our luggage as we managed to crawl out of it before it sped down by itself.

  "Come back! My dad will kill me!" Ron screamed as the car disappeared.

  We all stood in glum silence.

  "Fuck," I said, which summarized the situation perfectly.

   "Well....we can sneak in—" Harry suggested half heartedly as we made our way up to the castle.

  The Great Hall was lit with thousands of candles as always as we saw that the Sorting was already over. There was an empty chair. "Where's Snape?" Ron whispered.

  "Maybe he's ill," Harry suggested.

  "Or maybe he's waiting for an explanation—" came a voice behind us as we whipped around to see Snape sneering, especially towards Harry. "You will follow me."

We were led towards Snape's office as the door shut behind us. Tom was faithfully standing by me. "I'll think of something," he whispered in my ear.

  "So, the train wasn't good enough for Harry Potter and his faithful sidekick. Wanted to arrive with a bang, did we boys?"

  "But the train was—"

  "Silence!" Snape threw the newspaper that had the picture of the car. He smirked, "Would you care to elaborate on what this is?"

Fuck.

  "And you, Miss. Kim—" I looked to see Snape staring down at me, "I would have expected better from the star student of the grade....I am very disappointed in your actions."

  "Look apologetic—" Tom hissed in my ear.

  I hung my head dejectedly, pretending that I was crushed by his criticism. Snape narrowed his eyes. "Unfortunately, I do not have the happy power to expel you two as you are not in my House....but I will summon it from the people who do. You two wait here. Miss. Kim—you will return to the feast. This is a warning, do not try anymore foolhardy actions."

  No penalty.

  "Yes, sir," I said quietly as I glimpsed Ron and Harry looking enraged as I flashed them an apologetic look. It was fake though. To tell the truth, I was glad that my ass was safe. Looks like it paid to get on Snape's good side, as Riddle said.

  When I returned to the feast, I saw that food was still remaining on the plates and I took what was left and started eating like there was no tomorrow. From the corner of my vision, I saw Malfoy approach me, a gigantic smirk on his face. "Couldn't get through the barrier, could you, Mudblood? Guess you're not magic enough to do so—"he smirked as the other Slytherins laughed. Pansy Parkinson practically screeched like a hyena.

   "If you're so magical, then maybe you should go get a life, Malfoy—" I returned as I took a sip of pumpkin juice.

  Malfoy sneered, "You're one to talk."

  I flipped him off as he returned to his side of the table, looking triumphant. Noir narrowed his eyes at the blond. "One day, I'm going to use his book bag as a litter box."

  I smirked at the idea before I caught Wisteria's gaze. She looked guilty, her eyes having shadows underneath them. I almost felt bad for her. Pansy Parkinson caught this and sharply tugged on Wisteria's sleeve before flashing me a sneer.

  I averted my eyes as I pushed away my plate. I wasn't hungry anymore.

  Besides, there was next day to worry about.

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  I got up early, tying my hair back and slinging my book bag over my shoulder. The other Slytherin girls were still sleeping. That was good. By leaving early, I wouldn't give them a chance to bully me.

   Silently, I left the room was I went down to the Common Room and went down to the Great Hall. I ate some cereal and bacon while I took out my schoolbooks and started studying before Transfiguration class. I was in earnest when I said that I would study with as much effort I could give. I couldn't help but notice that Tom wore a slightly proud smile as he sat across from me.

  The entire school day went astonishingly well. I had won a total of thirty points for Slytherin from Charms, Transfiguration, and Potions. Malfoy simply sniggered at me and called me a loser while I just looked at him and asked sweetly if he was the one who earned the thirty points for Slytherin. That shut him up.

  Defense Against the Dark Arts was more or less a joke.

  "Gilderoy Lockhart, Order Of Merlin, Third Class....." I zoned out as he said a bunch of pointless titles as the people around me sagged.

  I almost wanted Quirrel back.

  To begin the class, Lockhart handed out a bunch of preliminary exam papers.

1. What is Gilderoy's favorite color?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?

"Secret ambition?" I thought, "if it's secret, then how the hell am I supposed to know it?"

59. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest accomplishment?

"That he even got admitted to Hogwarts—" Tom muttered underneath his breath as I had to stifle a laugh.

  For once, Hermione got better exam scores than me. She beamed widely as Lockhart complimented her and shot me a triumphant look. I rolled my eyes.

  "Now, we will conduct a little experiment—" Lockhart grinned as I was almost afraid when I saw the cage he held rustling. He threw open the cage door to reveal blue little thing with wings and sharp teeth

  "Cornish pixies!" He exclaimed, "they are—"

  He didn't get to finish as the pixies zoomed out, attacking and screeching everything in sight. I simply watched as students started swinging on chandeliers, and screaming their heads off as I enacted the Protego charm around my form. The pixies bounced off as I saw Lockhart hiding underneath his desk.

  I rolled my eyes as the rest of the students escaped, crying out in fear as I followed the crowd out of the classroom.

"Ooo, free period—" Noir whispered as I turned towards the Great Hall. Next period was lunch anyways, but I had a far more important task in mind. I rubbed my finger on the goblin dagger that I had stolen from Borgin and Burke's. Reaching the seventh floor and checking to see if there were any teachers, I twisted the knob and walked in. I saw the diadem of Ravenclaw glitter at me as I heard Tom's cautionary whisper.

  I had already tested the diadem to see if it had curses healed upon it, but this time, it seemed that it was just a Horcrux. I bent down, taking the crown and unsheathing the dagger.

  "One, two, three—"Noir whispered as I stabbed downwards with all of my strength. The jewel splintered as I had to stab several more times to make a visible crack and I felt something dark screaming inside of the diadem. Bracing myself, I stabbed one more time as the diadem shuddered and bright light seemed through the cracks before the crown exploded into pieces of metal and sapphires.

  I blinked when the light cleared. Tom looked down at the diadem with an odd expression on his face before he caught me looking.

"Good work," he said expressionlessly as I placed the dagger on the table.

  One down.

  Six more to go.

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