Of Muggles and Magic - A Harry Potter Fanfic [HIATUS]

Chapter 8 - The Department of Mysteries

Jina pov:

Umbridge had dismissed all of us except Harry and Hermione so they could take her to 'Dumbledore's secret weapon'. I wasn't entirely sure of what they planned to show her and how they planned to get her out of their hair so we could still go to the Department of Mysteries but we knew that we would be meeting up again in an hour to proceed as planned.

Umbridge had given Malfoy orders to specially escort me back to the Gryffindor dorm because she didn't like my daring and outspoken personality and had a hunch that I would try something funny instead of return to the dorm quietly like the others. I suppose she was right but I planned on starting the action after Harry and Hermione had returned.

I stared at Malfoy as he walked ahead of me, tall and prideful. He still had my wand with him and I figured he would return it to me when we reached our destination. However, I narrowed my eyes when he took a wrong turn in the corridor.

"You do realize that we're going the wrong way, right?" I spoke up after a few moments. "The Gryffindor dorms are in the other direction."

He stopped walking and I followed suit. I raised a brow as he stayed silent and didn't even twitch in the slightest. He inhaled and sighed deeply, the sound heard clearly in the dark silence around us, and turned to look at me with narrow eyes.

I gasped the next moment as he took a hold on my shoulder and pushed me until my back met the stone wall roughly. He pulled out his wand and pointed it at my throat while glaring down at me. He looked angry but also a little distressed. He seemed a bit confused as well and his firm grip on my shoulder and his wand faltered when I looked unblinkingly into his eyes.

"Are you planning on getting back at me for what I did the other day?" I mused coolly and it seemed to anger him more. However, his glare turned furious for a moment before it shattered to one of distress and he moved away from me while cursing under his breath.

"What the bloody hell did you do to me?!" He yelled and I raised a brow.

"Last time I checked, I had a seemingly normal conversation with you in the Owlery." I stated.

"No!" He yelled again and looked at me again. "You've used a spell on me, haven't you?! You've hexed me! And you're having fun seeing me get all frustrated over figuring it out!"

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about, Malfoy, and I don't have the time to be..."

"It's Draco." He spat, interrupting me mid sentence.

"Excuse me?" I asked in mild confusion.

"Stop calling me Malfoy! It makes it sound like you hate me or something. My first name is Draco."

"Okay?" I said, still quite confused. Why was he getting angry at me all of a sudden for calling him Malfoy? I always called him that and so did many others so what got his hair in a twist today? "What's up with you today? You're acting really weird and quite unlike yourself."

"How would you know if I'm not acting like myself?" He hissed and I held my hands up in defense.

"I was just saying what I felt. You don't have to get angry about it."

He looked to the side and cursed under his breath again. He ruffled his hair, causing a few strands to fall over his forehead messily, but I have to say, it looked kind of stylish as well. It looked nice on him and I couldn't stop a small smile from surfacing. I quelled it when he met my eyes again.

"I won't let you control me like you think you can." He said angrily. "I'll find a counter for the curse you've put on me soon. And just wait till my father hears about your dirty trick! You'll regret trying to mess with me!"