Harry Potter Characters X Reader

21: Erised

TW: Suicide, abuse, death. Rating: One joke.

I kept my head down as Potter and Snape started at it again. This hour was supposed to be my break from Slytherins being Slytherins. But now there's Snape here.

"Furthermore the werewolf only responds to the call of his own kind," Granger explained.

"Awoo," Malfoy howled.

I put my quill to parchment and scribbled, "Shut up pendejo." I threw it at his head. Score.

He read it and turned around with a glare that said I'd pay. He didn't know what I called him, I figured, but something told me he knew the connotation wasn't exactly the same as estúpido.

And Snape called Granger a know-it-all. Harsh, but he does it to everyone. She should know better. Little bitch looks like she's going to cry. I'll give her something to cry about later.

Malfoy sent Potter a bird. He's going to beat me later, so why not fuck with him more? I sent one his way that read "Stop flirting cachorro enfermo de amor."

I could practically see his two brain cells struggling to understand the lovesick puppy part. He couldn't even manage a guess. Context clues must be a struggle with two brain cells though.

He tore the note angrily and gave me a look that screamed I would have bruises or bleed. Oh well.

I immediately started taking notes again, sure to fill in what I had missed.

"Mr Malfoy, focus!"

"She's sending notes again!" he whined.

"Who?" Snape sighed.

He turned and pointed to me, but I kept my eyes on my paper and fidgeted with my pen. I could tell Snape bought my little ruse of having no idea I was being blamed. He swept over and looked at my notes, finding them to be completely done to where he stopped talking. I looked up to him for a second before looking back down to my parchment, feigning confusion.

"One more disruption, and you'll have detention, Mr Malfoy."

Had anyone else been in Malfoy's place, they'd already have double detention. Spoiled brat. But some people don't run to daddy constantly.

***

I felt a wand being aimed at me a second before I hit the wall. I slid down to the floor, unable to get any traction. Before I could push myself up, my hair was yanked so hard my head hit the wall. A fist met my eye. And the three were out of sight before I could get up.

I ducked into the bathroom as someone closed a stall door. Of course someone had to be in here. My eye was already red and pink. I poured cold water on a paper towel and held it to my eye gently.

I turned away as the door opened. Granger. She kept her head down as she washed her hands. As she grabbed paper towels, she glanced to me then froze.

"What are you doing?" she asked, perturbed.

"Fuck off, Granger."

"What happened?" she continued, voice gaining an edge of urgency.

"Mind your own business."

"Are you okay?" she pressed.

"Will you just go away?" I demanded as I turned to her.

"What's wrong with your eye?"

"Nothing. Something wrong with yours? 'Cause the door is right there," I pointed to it with my towel hand.

"Oh my... Who...?"