The Lost Potter || Draco Malfoy [BOOK 1]

Chapter 8

Around six o'clock, Harry, Ariel and I had bid our goodbyes to Penny and began to walk back to the Dursley's house. Penny let us borrow the stroller, so we loaded the contents of the baby bag onto it, and I pushed it.

"So, now that you have officially spent a day with Penny, what are your opinions?" I asked with a smile.

"I love her." Said Ariel.

"Yeah, she's really great," said Harry.

"Yay. Finally, you like one of my friends." I said.

"I only don't like your friends that are in Slytherin." Said Ariel. "Draco's a butthole, and Blaise seems like an egotistical maniac."

Remi frowned and leaped off of her shoulders. He climbed onto my back and sent a glare in Ariel's direction.

"That's not true." I defended. "Draco may be a bit of a coward sometimes when it comes to his father, but can you blame him? And Blaise is really nice. Lately, he's been the only person that I can trust, and I probably couldn't have a better best friend."

"Wasn't Hermione your best friend?" Asked Ariel.

"I have multiple," I said. "But Blaise; I don't think that there's something that I haven't told him. He actually listens."

"There are things that you told him that you haven't told me?" Asked Harry.

I thought for a second. "To be honest, yes," I said. "Don't get me wrong, I trust you with my life, but Gryffindors are so judgy."

"You're a Gryffindor." Said Ariel.

I shrugged. "Never said I wasn't judgy sometimes. Slytherins are so laid back and chill."

"And Gryffindors aren't?" Asked Harry.

"You're always stressed, and so is Hermione. I'm always bouncing off the walls with my anxiety, and Gryffindors always need some excuse to start a party. Only somewhat laidback Gryffindor I've ever met is Ron, and even he is a little too much sometimes." I said.

"Can't argue with that one," Said Ariel. "That's why all of my friends are Ravenclaws. Except for maybe Romilda Vane."

"Yeah...Sometimes I forget why I'm even in Gryffindor. I'm insecure, I hate social situations, I'm not really brave because of the fucking panic attacks that I get from scary situations, and I'm usually quiet when I'm around people I don't know," I Said.

"Oh please," Said Harry. "You are definitely a Gryffindor. Bravery isn't the act of not being scared, but the act of being able to stand up for yourself and other people when you are scared."

"Harry..." I Said.

"You beat up four Slytherin fifth years because they hurt your friend," Said Harry. "And then proceeded to tell me that it wasn't that big of a deal. Gryffindor isn't all about bravery. It's about modesty and loyalty, but being brave when the time is right."

"Whatever you say," I Said with a sigh.

For the rest of the walk, we were completely silent, except for an occasional cooing noise from either Max or Remi. As we walked up the driveway, Harry plucked Remi off of my shoulders and placed him inside of his hoodie pocket, so that no one would be able to see him. Once we got into the house, I was immediately greeted by the face of Delilah Foy.

"Where were you?" She snapped, taking Remi out of the stroller. "And where did you get the stroller?"

"We were at the park," I said. "And I borrowed it from a friend. Where are the adults?"

"They went out to dinner." Said Dudley from the kitchen.

"Gagabahewo." Said Max, causing Delilah's eyes to widen. "What?" she asked "Hewo." Said Max.