𝑯𝑨𝑷𝑷𝒀 𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 | D. Malfoy

chapter two

Zacharias Smith was probably the rudest, most cynical, downright awful person I'd ever had the pleasure of talking to. And now I was supposed to be married to him and bear his children. The sinking feeling in my stomach intensifies as we are lead to our new common rooms. I faintly ntoice Morgan holding my hand as we walk, somehow registering that we at least still share a common room. 

"Fucking hell." Morgan mutters beside me. I pull myself out of my stupor to notice shes reacting the the other occupants in our room. My eyes widen at the figures walking ahead of us.

"The Slytherin trio in our common room? This will be fun." Morgan says, nudging me with her elbow, a faint grin on her face. As I gained some semblance of awareness, I noticed that the groups were four pairs to a common room and that my group consisted of Zachrias and I, Morgan and Blaise Zabini, Pansy Parkinson and Terry Boot, and a lonesome Draco Malfoy.Morgan was paired with Blaise Zabini, someone I had to clue about, but from what I knew, he seemed like a good guy. At least he was funny. Morgan would be happy.

As we walked through the halls, I  watched Draco Malfoys sagged shoulders as he walked next to his best friend, Blaise. At the sight of him, I remember McGonagall saying that since we were an odd number of students, Draco happened to be the one to not get a partner. I couldn't help but wonder how random that choice was given his history in the war. 

He had however been granted a special privilege to leave the castle once a week and find a wife on his own accord. It seemed an impossible task and I can't help but felt bad for him even thought we had never exchanged a polite word to one another.

We finally approached the common room, which a ghost had been leading us too, in the new part of the castle that had been built after the war. 

"The password is butterbeer, don't forget it." The ghost grumples, before leaving abruptly through the nearest wall, not even giving us a backwards glance. We all glance at each other before an irritated Pansy Parkinson hisses out the password and storms inside. The rest of us follow in silence.

The common room looked like a combination of all house common rooms, with dark stone walls, a huge fireplace, colored tapestries hanging from the wall, a bookcase in the corner with board games stacked on its shelves and comfy chairs and sofas placed around the fireplace. Four passageways leading further into the vicinity, most likely to the rooms. I glance at Morgan, mirroring her startled expression. This was actually happening. We would be married by next year, married at twenty years old. 

Pansy lets out another irritated sigh and walks up one of the corridors, returning not a moment later saying, "Malfoy, that's you," before walking into the next one, again she comes out and glances at  Zacharias and me. "Smith, that's yours." For the third time she walks into a corridor, but this time doesn't return. Terry Boot looks at us all with an uncertain expression before hesitantly walking into the third corridor, following his future wife. The remaining corridor must then have been the one belonging to Morgan and Blaise Zabini. We all split up without a word and go to our respective corridors.

I walk up the relativity short corridor and stop outside the wooden door, taking in the metal plate stating the name of the rooms occupants. 

The Smiths  

I gulp at the thought of being a Smith. It isn't something I ever could have imagined. I don't wait outside for too long because Zacharias is coming up right behind me. I open the door and let out a sigh of relief at what I see. There are two beds. A small weight gets lifted off my shoulders.

The room itself was simple. Two beds, two sets of drawers and a door leading to what was presumably a bathroom. The room had an orange theme to it, as the common room had and I couldn't help but enjoy this small thing in the mess that had now become my life.