JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

eighteen

Y/n's POV

"Again? You mean The Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione questions, as she sprinkles some knotgrass into the forming Polyjuice concoction.

"Of course. Didn't you see? Lucius Malfoy must've opened it when he was at school here. Now he's taught Draco how to do it." Ron explains.

"Maybe, but we are going to have to wait for the Polyjuice potion, to know for sure." Hermione nods her head.

Here we go again. We are going to think it's someone when it's really someone else.

"Enlighten me. Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight, in the middle of the girl's laboratory? Don't you think we will get caught?" Ron asks, making Hermione giggle.

"No. No one ever comes in here."

"Why?" Ron's face contorts.

"Moaning Myrtle," I say, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Who?"

Suddenly, Moaning Myrtle, herself, shows up behind him—Ron not realising at all.

"Moaning Myrtle," Hermione repeats.

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron questions, looking at us girls as if we were crazy.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle!" Myrtle shouts out, startling the ginger, before flying up above the sinks.

"I wouldn't expect you to know me. Who would ever talk about, ugly, miserable, moping, Moaning Myrtle?" She cries out, flying towards the toilets before jumping into one, disappearing.

"She's a little sensitive." Hermione states.

Ron gives her a are-you-serious look.

—

"Gather round!" Lockhart calls out, walking along the table in the Great Hall. The Great Hall has been moved around, so there was only one table in the middle—don't ask me where the others went because I have no clue.

All the students do as instructed; gathering around the table, and placing their attention on Lockhart.

"Gather around. Can everybody see me? Can you all hear me?" He calls out.

"Just get on with it." I huff, a bit too loudly, making the few that heard quietly laugh.

"In light of the dark events of recent weeks, Professor Dumbledore has granted me permission to start this little duelling club, to train you all up, in case you ever need to defend yourselves. As I myself have done on countless occasions."

I turn my head to see the twins nodding their heads at me and mouthing 'memory charms'. I quietly giggle.

"For full details, see my published work." He smirks, taking his robe off and throwing it at me.

Instinctively I quickly take it off and throw it to a bunch of girls, who were swooning over the man.

"Smells like citrus and cucumber. Now my least favourite scent." I whisper, making Ron laugh.