JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

Chapter Fourteen

Y/n's POV

Mornings. My least favourite thing in the universe.

Sure the sunrise is lovely along with the sound of birds chirping and the wind blowing, but waking up—let's not even get started on how much I hate waking up.

I huff silently, trying my best not to wake the others up. I turn to my side where my watch is, along with my bracelet. Raising my hand, I pick up the watch, blinking my eyes hard in an attempt to reduce the blurriness in them.

I can hear my mother's words echoing in my head, "don't sit too close to the television Y/n, it'll hurt your eyes."

I smile, shaking the thought out of my head, it had only been four days since I last saw them, yet I miss them so much. Not only that, Mum could deliver the baby any day now, there's even a possible chance the baby has been born already—which is exciting to think of.

7:30 am.

"Alright, time to get up." I breathe in and exhale sharply, lifting myself and hanging my legs over the side of the single bed.

I step off the bed and turn to walk over to Hermione's bed, when, "Hey, Y/n."

I let out a loud scream, picking up my wand from my side table, turning around and pointing it towards... "Hermione, you scared me!"

"Shut up! I'm trying to sleep!" Casey shouts, turning to face the opposite side of the window, where the sun was shining.

"Sorry." Hermione chuckles, "Casey, time to wake up."

"No." She huffs, taking her pillow and wrapping it over her ears.

Hermione looks at me, and I look back at her—both of us smirking. I'm guessing we've got the same idea.

The two of us casually stroll to each side of her bed, Hermione on the left and me on the right.

We both lean down towards Casey's as she continues to suffocate herself with her pillow.

"Casey, you are aware that we are at Hogwarts, right?" Hermione questions, raising her eyebrow.

"Your point being?" Casey questions, slightly moving the pillow off her head to hear the rest.

"And you are well aware of who goes to this school, right?" I ask, making her look at me with a puzzled look on her face.

"Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, who scares the crap out of me by the way," Casey answers, wrapping the pillow over her head again.

"Oh and Seamus Finnigan," Hermione adds, and with that Casey jolts up, knocking the both of us flat on our arses as she runs into the bathroom, slamming the door shut and locking it.

The sound of spraying could be heard from
the room—a lot of spraying.

"I hope he likes fresh flowers?" Hermione speaks up, making the two of us laugh out loud.

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"Jeez Casey, how much damn perfume did you spray on yourself?" I question, as I try to make the strong scent of flowers go away by swishing my hands around violently.