Miss Slytherin

Book 2: Chapter 11

Walking back to the kitchens with the baskets in hand, she offered on giving the baskets on her own.

"I don't know," Draco hesitates, he wasn't a bit comfortable with leaving her alone when he was so used to seeing her with someone. He felt like she was going to he attacked any time but he knew better.

"I'll be fine Draco, you go fine Crabbe and Goyle," she said pushing him away from the direction to the kitchens. As the girl left, he was left to walk around the corridors to find his large companions, and when he did he found them near the entrance hall with prefect Weasley.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you," he said interrupting the prefect from taking points for being in the hall.

"It's almost past curfew," Weasley said.

"That's why I was looking for them Weasley," he snaps as he motions for the boys to follow him.

"Honestly you fools where have you two been?" He asked irritated that he had an encounter with a Weasley prefect of all people.

"Kitchens," Crabbe said nearing a mumble.

"What?" Draco snaps, he glances towards  Goyle. "What are you wearing you bumbling idiot?" He asked as he saw him wearing glasses. The boy scrambled and took off the glasses, "I was... reading."

The answer made him suspicious for a moment, "Reading? I didn't know you could read," he said as they neared the dungeons. Still irritated with the encounter with the Weasley prefect that he rambled over and over until they reached the dungeons.

"Well then? What's the password?" He asked the two large boys who were nudging each other. Rolling his eyes, he muttered 'pure-blood' and the dungeon common room opened.

To a surprise, Finley was already inside with a cup of tea on hand as she curled next to the fire. She was now out of the dress and was in a pair of thick pants and blacks socks, she still wore the Weasley sweater.

"Where have you three been?" She asked the boys with curiosity.

"We ran into a Weasley," Draco said sitting on a chair near Finley who handed him a warm cup of tea.

"Want some?" She offered the two awestruck boys who didn't expect the so-called Slytherin Faery to be so nice.

"Sure," was all Crabbe could say.

"I have to show you both, wait here I'll go get it," Finley heard Draco say. It was her cue to leave when he gets back, but she turned annoyed when she saw what the blond had brought back.

It was a newspaper clipping of Arthur Weasley, she knew that he was having trouble in the ministry because of Harry and Ron's stunt with the Ford Angalia.

"What? Don't you think it's funny?" Draco chuckled.

"Arthur Weasley loves Muggles, so much that he should snap his wand in half and join them, you'll never know that Weasleys were pureblood they way they behave," the blond boy laughed.

Finley scoffed swiping the clipping from Goyle in annoyance and crumpled it.

"What's your problem Evans?" It was back to last name basis, she didn't mind that but the worry in his eyes says something else. He upsets her yet again, he was to be careful of what he was going to say next, times like these he hated to be the vile boy.

"Oh stop picking on the Weasleys Malfoy, it's Christmas," she smiled at him sarcastically. It was the end of the discussion with the Weasleys being blood traitors, and yet he moved to another topic, one Finley couldn't stop running from his mouth.

"Potter, can I take a picture? Potter can I have an autograph? Potter can I lick your shoes, please?"

Rolling her eyes she sat farther from Draco with her cup of tea trying to block his horrible name-calling towards her friend Harry.

"What's the matter with you two?" She heard Draco snap, she glanced at the two large boys and they seemed aggravated with the things that Draco was saying.

"St. Potter, he and his..." he paused trying to filter his words as he threw a look towards Finley who narrowed her eyes at him. "And his muggle-born friend Granger. He's no proper wizard, he befriended that muggle-born Granger, and everyone thinks he's the Heir of Slytherin," he said.

"Potter and his big head, he's a joke if he really is the heir of Slytherin."

"You know that he isn't Malfoy, Harry is a Gryffindor and I doubt Salazar would accept an heir in Gryffindor," Finley interrupts because she knew her friend enough that he isn't all Slytherin like she and all the others were.

Choosing his words carefully as Finley only gave him a glance somewhat satisfied that he didn't use another horrible word towards her best friend.

"I wish I knew who it is, so I can help him," he had a shit-eating grin on his face with that thought.

"You must have an idea on who it is—"

"I told you Goyle, I don't know who it is," he snaps at the large boy. "How many times do I have to tell you?"

Looking down on the ground Crabbe and Goyle looked as if they were itching to ask some more. Draco reclined on the chair.

"Father won't tell me anything about the last time the chamber opened, I heard a muggle-born died fifty years ago when it was opened. So I bet it's a matter of time one of them's killed this time, I hope it's Granger."

He didn't think about the last one, but with a swift moment he was stunned on the chair, he was able to see Finley her eyes stained in anger. He fucked up, he shouldn't have said that.

"I hope you don't get out of that bind until tomorrow yeah? Good luck staying warm ferret!" Finley sneered as she lifted her cat as she ran up her room.

"What are you two blokes doing? Help me!" He yelled at the two boys who were shocked at what just happened, they still ended up fleeing from the scene.

Feeling bad for body binding Malfoy a few hours, well minutes later she ran back to the common room to see Draco still in the bind. "A prat that's what you are," she said as she unbinds him.

"I'm sorry," she heard him say.

She didn't want a sorry, what he said was terrible, it was far worst than anything he said about muggle-borns especially her best friend who had done nothing to him. She was silent, both of them were. The night before Christmas eve was a screw up to both of them, she was hurt from all the things he said to the friends that she loves, and he was upset that he said something horrible again.

"You should get to sleep," was all Finley could say as she walked back to her room. Draco muttering a good night under his breath he saw her vanish into her bedroom.

"I screwed up."