JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

twenty

Y/n's POV

"I think the Slytherin common rooms are this way," Harry says, pointing down the hallway.

"Okay." Ron nods, as the four of us begin walking through the dungeons.

We abruptly stop when another person comes into view: Percy Weasley, one of Ron's older brothers. I guess you could explain him in four words; the least fun Weasley.

"Excuse me?" Percy questions walking up to three of us who are as stiff as a board.

"What are you—" Harry elbows Ron in the ribcage, cutting him off.

"I-I mean... what are you doing down here?" Ron depends his voice to sound more like Crabbe.

Percy stops in front of us, with a weird look on his face, "I happen to be a school prefect. You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at this time of night. What are your names again?"

"Pansy... Parkinson." I quickly answer, in the best high-pitched squeak I could.

I turn to Harry and Ron, who were stood, completely blank, unsure of what to say.

☁︎︎ Think Maxwell, what would Pansy do?

"Idiots! He asked you your name, answer the guy so we can go back to our common room!" I yell smacking both boys over the back of their heads.

The two boys look at me with a shocked expression over their faces; even Percy seems taken aback.

"Crabbe, Goyle where have you two been? Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?"

I turn around to see Malfoy walking up to the group of us; I find it rather odd that he was out this late... maybe attacking another muggle-born.

"Pansy, I didn't see you there." He says, looking at me. I didn't know how to answer, so I just nod.

Malfoy turns his head towards Harry (Goyle), and his eyebrows lower, "Why are you wearing glasses?"

☁︎︎ Crap.

Harry looks at Malfoy, realisation suddenly setting in, "I-uh... reading."

Harry takes off his glasses and places them in his pocket, looking back at Malfoy who was stood there confused.

"Reading...? I didn't know you could read."

I chuckle quietly at this, Malfoy looks at me, giving me a look of approval before turning to Percy.

"And what are you doing down here, Weasley." Malfoy spits his last name as if it were poison, earning a warning glare from Percy.

"Mind your attitude Malfoy." Percy clenches his teeth.

Malfoy raises his eyebrows mockingly before walking off towards where I assume the Slytherin common room is.

I whisper a sorry to Percy before following behind Malfoy, even though he probably could hear me, Ron did and I knew he was grateful for it because the smile on his—Crabbe's face was genuine.