JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

twenty-four

Y/n's POV

"I'm warning you, Hermione, keep that bloody beast of yours away from Scabbers, or I'll turn it into a tea-cosy." Ron hisses, pulling his rat away from Hermione's new cat, Crookshanks.

"It's a cat, Ronald!" Hermione hisses back, "what do you expect? It's in his nature."

"A cat?! Is that what they told you? Looks more like a pig with hair." Ron interjects.

"That's rich, coming from the owner of that smelly, old shoe-brush." Hermione hisses.

"Alright, girls! You're both beautiful, now if you don't mind, shut up!'" I shout at the two, standing up from my much relaxing pumpkin juice. I slump back down in my seat, taking a sip from my drink.

"You can't say much either! That bird of yours is a menace!" Ron quickly interjects, making me snap my head in his direction.

"Oh, no, you don't, Weasley. Arwen is an angel!" I stand up out of my seat, glaring at the boy.

"He's got a point." Hermione butts in, earning a sarcastic glare from me.

"Jeez, Ronald. You were right, 'pig with hair' seems about right." I laugh looking at Hermione's cat—I didn't mean it because the cat was rather cute, although I can't say the same thing about 'Scabbers.'

"Harry!" Ron beams, making both Hermione and I turn our heads to where Ron's gaze is.

"Harry!" Hermione and I correspond.

After a few minutes of greeting each other, the four of us take a seat at the table in the middle of the dining room of the Leaky Cauldron.

Ron begins whistling Harry's ear off, with information of his vacation to Egypt. He was quite lucky; I was at home learning how to change diapers, bottle feed and burp a baby. Not only that but I began going through this thing called 'puberty', getting my first period two month months ago—it's quite uncomfortable, but according to my mother, it's normal.

Ron continues to explain everything to Harry, when Hermione butts in, "You know the Egyptians used to worship cats."

"Yeah, along with the dung-beetle." Ron snickers. I turn my head to Harry, who was weirdly eyeing the two.

"You'd get them confused with an old married couple," I whisper in the boy's ear, making the two of us laugh.

"What's so funny?" Ron questions, looking at us as if we were going crazy.

Harry and I make eye contact, the two of us clearly trying to hold back a fit of laughter.

"Nothing," I say, taking a sip of my pumpkin juice.

"Not flashing that clipping about again, are you Ron?" Fred questions walking up to the four of us.

"I haven't shown anyone," Ron answers, sheepishly.

"No, not a soul." George says as Fred snatches the news clipping off the table, "Not unless you count Tom."

"The day maid,"

"The night maid,"

"The cook,"

"That bloke who came to fix the toilets."

"And that wizard from Belgium."

The two twins finish alternating sentences as they take a seat across from us.

"Blimey, is that you Y/n?" Fred says, rubbing his eyes, in an exaggerating manner.

"I feel like a proud mother," George begins.