The White Peacock (A Draco Malfoy Fanfic)

Chapter 18: Saturday

First Saturday of the term, I wanted to get an early start this morning. I got out of bed and got dressed in a short black skirt and cream turtleneck jumper. As I made my way downstairs to the common room, I see Blaise reading a book at the fireplace. He looks up and sees me walk over to him.

"Blaise, I'm not standing down against Pansy this year, I want to be a part of the group again, and you have to help me" I say sternly taking a seat next to him

"I don't want to get involved in your little war" he says dryly.

"Oh, come on, things were so much fun when me, Cherry and Anabelle were with you guys" I say placing my hand on his thigh. He looks back at me quickly, blushing.

"Fine, I will speak to the guys" he says finally.

"You are the best!" I exclaim wrapping my arms around him.

"yeh you owe me one" he says back with a wink.

I get into the great hall for breakfast, and head over to the Gryffindor table. "hey guys" I say as I sit down next to Hermione, Ron and Harry.

"what did I miss?" I ask piling my plate with food

"Harry is convinced Malfoy is a death eater" Hermione says dryly.

"what, why would you think that!?" I scream, a little louder than I needed to.

"geez ease up Murphy, it's a just a theory" Ron says light- heartedly.

"It's not a theory, you both saw him in Borgin and Burkes, in that weird initiation ritual" Harry says firmly.

"He's just so young, they wouldn't do that to him would they?" I ask concerningly.

"These are a crazy times Murph, anything is possible I suppose" Hermione says gravely.

I didn't want to believe them, but it would make sense why he looked so broken I thought. I just can't imagine him choosing to be a monster like his father, I knew how much he didn't want to be like his father, or at least I thought I knew him.

"I can't think about this right now, I need to focus of Quidditch, try outs are soon" Ron says changing the subject.

"I heard Mclaggen is also trying out for keeper too" Harry says dryly.

I look over at Mclaggen sitting with his friends at the end of the table, "You are competing against that big beautiful blonde man" I say as I keep staring.

Hermione scoffs, "he's vile, he thinks he doesn't need a personality because his father practically runs the ministry" she says glaring at him.

"who needs a personality when you look like that" I say checking him out. Hermione rolls her eyes at me.

"Murph, the last thing on your mind this year should be boys, you should be focusing on potions, you need to be invited into the slug club" Hermione says firmly.

I roll my eyes "After everything that's going on, don't you think that silly club is the least important thing right now" I say dryly.

"I would think this club is exactly the kind of thing you would like, chance to be recognised for how brilliant you are" she says sincerely.

"I don't care about that stuff anymore, but I would be lying if I said I didn't miss the best at something" I say glumly.

"I have heard students who have gotten into slug club have all left Hogwarts with incredible careers in the wizarding world, Professor Slughorn is quite respected" she continues.

"I hate it when you are right, fine I better go and get some studying done" I say gathering my things

I look over at the Slytherin table and see Pansy, Daphne and Millicent seated.

I walk over confidently as I flick my hair back the way I used to and sit down with them. "Hi girls!" I exclaim taking a seat next to them.

"what do you think you are doing mud blood" Pansy says smugly

"I'm not here for you Pug face, I'm here to talk to my friends Millicent and Daphne" I say with a smile.

"why would they want to talk to you!" Pansy growls. Millicent and Daphne looked down anxiously.

"I think they can speak for themselves Pansy" I growl back, and look over at her friends,

"So girls, I'm thinking of putting together a party in the common room, only 6th year to 8th year students of course, considering there will be alcohol involved, can I count on your help to set up?" I say looking at Daphne and Millicent.

"How do you plan on getting alcohol for the whole common room into the castle" Pansy scoffs.

"Again, not talking to you" I say to Pansy.

"if you can actually get alcohol into the common rooms we are in" Daphne exclaims.

"No, you are absolutely not helping a mud blood throw a Slytherin party" Pansy growls.

"it must be so tiring being bossed around by a girl in last season fake leather pumps" I say to them with a smirk.

They both let out a chuckle, which infuriated Pansy.

"what are you both laughing at" Pansy growls nervously shifting her eyes down at her shoes.

"This is just the beginning pug face, you better step back in line" I smirk as I get up to leave.