JUST A MUDBLOOD, draco malfoy

twenty-six

Y/n's POV

Waking up, I stretch my legs and arm out, unintentionally falling off the bed warm and comforting bed.

"Ugh." I groan as I sit up, rubbing the back of my head. I look around the room to see that all my friends had left—probably wanting to get to breakfast before anyone else. Thanks for waking me, Hermione.

I check the time, relaxing my muscles as I read, 7:12 am. Taking my time, I do my natural morning routine, which consists of; taking a shower (doing all the essentials like brushing my teeth, washing and shaving my body and washing my body), getting changed into my uniform, then making my bed.

As I finish making my bed, I turn to my bedside table, picking up my watch and wrapping it around my wrist. I then turn to the bracelet from Malfoy, I don't know why but his words began ringing in my head, 'It annoys me that you added another charm to it.'

It takes me only a few seconds to detach Ron's charm from the bracelet, hooking it onto a necklace my parents had bought me for my thirteenth birthday. I lift Malfoy's bracelet, contemplating if I should just leave it here on my bed-table. I sigh, throwing it in the pocket of my robe, before walking out of my dorm.

Walking through the castle, I begin humming a little tune, slightly moving my head to the beat as I walk--which shortly turned into me dancing around the surprising empty halls of Hogwarts.

"Nice moves, Maxwell!" A high-pitched voice laughs, not having a care in the world, I continue dancing but stick my middle finger at the person, whose voice I recognised as Pansy.

I continue dancing to an imaginary song, all the way towards the Great Hall, having multiple people from the hall clap me on. I finish with a curtsey, and quite a few people applaud, making me laugh.

"Who taught you how to dance?" Ron laughs as I take a seat next to him.

"My dad," I answer taking a green apple in my hand before throwing it in the air, catching it then taking a bite.

"He taught you well, tell him I'd like dancing lessons." George Weasley smirks, placing an arm over my shoulder.

"And boost his ego? No, thanks."

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"Welcome, my children" The divination teacher, Professor Trelawney begins the class, "In this room, you shall explore the noble art of Divination, in this room you shall discover if you possess the sight."

Trelawney walks into a table at the front, making quite a few of the students laugh, including myself.

"Hello, I am Professor Trelawney, together we shall cast ourselves into the future." The woman stables herself, and begins speaking in a rather excited tone, "This time, we shall be focussing on 'Tessomancy,' which is the art of reading tea leaves, so please take the cup of the person sitting opposite you."

Hermione was nowhere in sight, so 'giving my cup to the person opposite to me,' wasn't an option. The rest of the class does as instructed, whilst I let my eyes wander around the not-so-interesting room. Moving my eyes from the window, my attention turns to Hermione, who was not there a few seconds ago.

"What a load of rubbish." Hermione hisses, loud enough for Ron, Harry and I to hear. I slightly snicker, as Ron looks at Hermione with a questionable face.

"Where did you come from?" Ron questions with unease.

"Me? I've been here all this time." Hermione answer, as she stuffs a peculiar necklace into her shirt.

Trelawney continues her rather useless class, walking over to Neville, talking about his Grandmother's 'health'. The poor boy went pale as the teachers asks about her. Neville frantically looks at his cup, twisting and turning it to see if he can get a better visual.