Azkaban's Youngest Prisoner

Ch. 19

Chapter 19:

"Wait so he's just in the hospital wing right now?" Ron asks as we sit down at the Gryffindor table. I earn some stares from the other Gryffindors, probably because they're wondering what a Slytherin is doing sitting at their table, let alone talking to the golden trio.

"Yeah, Madame Pomfrey is tending to his scratch. It really wasn't as bad as he was making it out to be, he was just just being dramatic," and with that as if on cue, Draco walks into the Great Hall with his arm in a sling. "What the hell? Why is his arm in a sling, it's literally just a scratch. And why is he coming back just now, he went to the hospital wing hours ago."

"Guess he won't be able to play in the quidditch game tomorrow," Harry replies.

"Well he might be happy about that since I was going to take his place as seeker anyways. He hates playing other positions."

"You play seeker too?" Harry asks, taking a sip out of his goblet.

"I did right before I had to leave. I only played one game, but luckily Madame Hooch gave me my spot back. I think she moved Draco to beater or chaser, I can't remember."

"Who's playing again tomorrow?" Hermione asks, she has never been into quidditch as much as the rest of us.

"It's Slytherin versus Hufflepuff. Since Hufflepuff beat Gryffindor when Harry fell off his broom," Ron says.

"You fell off your broom?" I ask Harry in surprise.

"Oh, uh yeah. Dementors. Those things have been here ever since Sirius Black escaped." I hum at Harry's response and we all continue to chat and eat lunch.

*time skip*

I was walking to the trio in the courtyard after school for our usual homework session when an annoying voice popped out behind me.

"So, Malfoy, did you make anyone else pass out with your mind tricks lately?" I spin around to see Harris standing a few feet away from his other Hufflepuffs, Cedric also standing back with his friends. I scoff at him.

"Mind tricks? It's called a pressure point, Harris. And I do recall you being quite scared when Goyle passed out." Ben takes a step closer to me.

"Ben, I wouldn't mess with her," a boy in the Hufflepuff group calls out.

"You don't know what she's capable of," the girl says. Cedric tries, and fails to shush them. Ben ignores their remarks and steps closer to me again.

"You're a danger to society, Malfoy. Nothing but a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. You think you can trick everyone by acting so calm, we all know what you've done. You don't belong here and it's pretty dumb for you to think you can just waltz right in here and act as if you're this innocent little girl. We all know you're a monster."

"Hey Harris! Don't you talk to my sister like that!" I whip around to see my brother stomping up behind me.

"Oh look Malfoy had to bring in her brother to save her. Leave kid, you don't want to mess with me," Ben snarls.

"I think you've been mistaken, leave her alone or I will mess you up," Draco says in a firm tone.

"You?" Ben scoffs. "Kid your arms in a sling, you won't even be able to touch me. And what are you, third year?"

"Hey hey Draco, just walk away c'mon," I say, gently grabbing Draco's shoulder trying to turn him away from the Hufflepuffs.

"I can't let him talk to you like that," Draco whispers.

"It's fine let's go, don't make a scene," I reply, completely turning him around now and leading him away to his friends who stayed back.

"Just like what a Malfoy would do, walk away from the situation because they're too scared!" Ben calls out. Draco whips around and pulls out his wand, but Ben is faster. Within seconds, Ben shouts and stuns my brother, flinging him back and passing out.

"Draco!" I exclaimed, running to him and resting his head on my leg. I pull out my own wand and revive him as Blaise and Pansy help him up. I march over back to Ben, yank his collar pulling his ear close to my mouth.

"You can taunt me all you want Harris I could honestly care less. But don't you dare lay a finger on my brother. If you do so much as even look in his direction again you will regret it," I harshly release his shirt, shoving him back as I walk away from his friends. And once again, Cedric says nothing.