"She's a Potter. It's forbidden."
Harry and (y/n) Potter, the twins who lived are headed to Hogwarts for their first year, and so on. Unfolding the mysteries of Hogwarts and Voldemort, the twins seem to get into more and more trouble every year. It...
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(Y/N) ROAMS THROUGH THE LIBRARY, looking for a book of powerful potions. More specifically, a book with the ingredients and outcomes of the Polyjuice potion. Hermione told her about the plan the night before. It took Hermione some strong convincing, but (y/n) finally caved in, agreeing she would help make the potion.
As she scans the shelfs ‒ as was Hermione ‒ , she feels herself wander off, bumping into something. Or, rather, someone. She tilted her head up from its downward state and immediately recognises the platinum blonde hair, his light blue eyes ‒ although silver in some light ‒ and his Slytherin robes.
"O-oh, hello, Malfoy." (y/n) slightly lifts her hand in a small wave, snapping out of her daydream gaze and back into reality, what was I looking for again? Oh, yes. A book about potions. She reminds herself. Suddenly, a thought popped into her mind, "Wait, Malfoy," She asks. He still stood in front of her, so he raised a brow, "why are you in the library?" She tilts her head to the side.
Draco blushed lightly, but (y/n) stood still, oblivious, "No reason. I was looking f-for, uh, Goyle." He answers quickly. She thought it was odd because Draco rarely stuttered but she shook it off.
"Right, well, have a good day." She smiles, walking off, forgetting about the book completely and heading back to Harry and Ron ‒ and most likely Hermione as she didn't seem to be looking around anymore ‒ . Even though Draco was their enemy, she still thought it was kind to be polite. They were in a library, after all. Weren't they? Or was it something else . .
As she made her way back, she saw that they were actually heading out of the library, looking for her on the way, "Oh! Has Hermione told you everything already?" (y/n) asks.
"Yes, and we've decided you get to be Pansy." Ron says as they walk out of the library.
(y/n) stops abruptly, "Pansy?" She spits, "Pansy Parkinson?" A contorted face took over her once smiley one as the word 'Pansy' popped into her mind. Pansy seemed nice in their first year, but soon became vile. She would bully other kids, even kids years older than her.
"Yes, Pansy. I'll give you the details of how you have to act tonight before bed. Got it? Observe her well at dinners and lunchs." Hermione explains.
"I don't like the idea of my twin sister cuddling next to our enemy." Harry drifts off. Although it was true. Why couldn't there be anyone else that (y/n) could be? But apparently, those were his only closest friends, which sounded a little sad — although they were sure Draco didn't are much — when you put it like that.
"I don't like the thought either, Harry." (y/n) pouts. She was a kind soul, but she couldn't act like Pansy even if her life depended on it. Even with training, it would be near impossible.
"Well, you're just going to have to suck it up and do it." Ron says, bluntly, a sarcastic smile printed on his face. (y/n) rolls her eyes, sneering at him.
