𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 | 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘗𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳

7 || Purebloods

I woke up one morning to find my room empty-no Hermione, no Lavender, no Pavarti. I groaned and rubbed my eyes, looking around again to make sure, and threw on my robes and went down to the common room.

There was no one in the common room, either, and only when I looked out of the window did I discover why.

It had snowed about two feet last night, and I spotted pretty much every Gryffindor outside, throwing snowballs at each other, building snowmen, or making snow angels. I caught a glimpse of Ron's red hair, and saw Hermione's bushy brown locks.

I made my way out of the portrait hole, swinging a red-and-gold striped scarf around my neck. I was humming to myself when a hand grabbed my shoulder.

I whipped around as fast as I could, my wand slipped out of my sleeve and into my hand, positioned at my attacker's throat.

I was met with a small whimper and I realized it was Malfoy. I sighed and lowered my wand.

"What do you want?" I raised one eyebrow.

"I was talking to my father," he said, smoothing down his already gelled-back hair. "Because I recognized your last name."

"And?"

"And your mother went to school at the same time as my father."

I crossed my arms and tilted my head as Draco started to walk out towards the grounds, where I was headed.

"I certainly hope they weren't friends," I clenched my teeth together.

"No, they weren't," Malfoy reassured me. "She hexed my dad once, pretty badly."

I laughed at this.

"My dad said she was supposed to be in Slytherin," he continued.

"What?" I cut him off. "The Sorting hat told me that both of my parents were in Gryffindor."

"She was," Malfoy shrugged. We had reached the snow covered lawn and we stopped just before walking out. "But she wasn't supposed to be."

"What's that even mean?" I wrinkled my nose, starting to get impatient.

"Your mother was a pureblood, and a wealthy one at that, cousin," he sneered, before turning on his heel and stalking away. I let my hands fall to my sides in shock.

My mother...came from a family that was just as bad as the Malfoy's? Was she like Malfoy? No, she was in Gryffindor, right? So she couldn't have...

"Ash!" Hermione came over to me, the tip of her nose pink from the cold. She grabbed my hand, tugging on it. "You were sleeping soundly, so we left you alone-what's wrong?" she had noticed my expression.

"N-nothing."

"Was that Malfoy you were just with?" Ron said, knotting his brows together. I nodded. "What were you doing with that lump of-woah. What did he say to you?"Harry followed them, ducking out from a snow cave.

"He-he said..." the words caught in my throat. This wasn't like me, I didn't usually get choked up. I needed answers, and I needed them now.

"He said that my mother's family were pureblood supremacists, like Malfoy." I said quietly. Harry's eyes widened, and Hermione took a step back.

"But you told us your mom was in Gryffindor," she said slowly. "So she couldn't have been like that, right?" She looked at Ron and Harry for assistance. "Right?"

Ron looked from me to Hermione, and back again before lifting his shoulders up to his chin.

"What if she was just as bad as..."