Miss Slytherin

Book 5: Chapter 26

The tension in the office was too much, Finley now sat on the chair that Harry sat in as she was being tortured, she was glaring at one particular person who was also part of the inquisitorial squad. Henry Bennett, grinning like a smug blast ended skrewt, he was looking at her.

"Now I know why you rejected my offer to reform, you were her," he chuckled, setting off from how he leaned on Umbridge's desk, he walks towards where she was sat. Practically tied to it. "We could've been a great couple—"

"Get away from her," Draco glares at Bennett, stopping himself from hexing the bastard out of the office and away from his girl. "Now."

"Or what?" Henry scoffed. "Your father will hear about this?"

"I will listen to him if I were you, you cheeky bastard," Theo spoke, his fist clenched still upset at he let Umbridge do to their best friend, more upset that someone like Bennett was ballsy enough to even get near her with them around. "If you still fancy having children that is."

"And yet I still don't know why you're still part of the inquisitorial squad, for all I know, you've been helping them," Henry scoffs looking around the frequently recognised Slytherin faces, the same faces who were always with Finley for the past five years in school even if she did move in her fourth year. "I should've known really, the moment she appears and that you three act like she was your dead friend, turns out I was right. Even one of you got the chance to snog her—"

Before he could even speak, he fell down, his hand cupping his jewels as he yelped in pain. He made the mistake to open his mouth and piss off the girl who had more hate for him in her whole body than everyone in the room. Finley's eyes were burning in anger as she looks down at Bennett, she was struggling to take off the charm that tied her to the chair in the first place. But when she gets out, she's not going to be as merciful as that kick, she wished that she wore her pointy toed heels, that would've been better wouldn't it?

"Get these binds off me!" Finley demanded, it was Vincent and Gregory who undid the charm, Draco handed her back her wand. She turns to Ginny and the others who were there waiting for her next orders.

"You boys stay here, if there are Ministry officials coming, tell them to go straight to the Department of Mysteries," she says, taking off her robes revealing her in a more casual suit.

"I'm coming with you," Draco says, taking off his robes as well and was just in his school dress shirt and school vest.

"No—"

"Don't play Hero with us Finley."

Finley's jaw clenched, the look on Draco's face, heck the look on everyone's faces made her not want to go.

"We're not losing you again," it was Blaise who said this, being the one she was the closest to for so many years as he and his mother taking her under their wing for the most part of her life. At the moment, thinking back to what Harry said at the stairs, maybe being Blythe Zabini wouldn't be so bad. Clenching her fist, biting her lip. "No."

"You're acting like a fucking Gryffindor!" Blaise scolded her, earning himself glares from the Gryffindors in the room. "Don't act all high and mighty, you of all people know the existence of that fine line of bravery and stupidity. It literally got you killed in the first place!"

Finley fell silent, the talk of her death hasn't been in topic for months now, seeing how everyone was too affected by it. She stared at her best friends who looked helpless in convincing her to stay, forgetting that there was a boy on the floor silently crying in pain.

"I need to help, I can't lose anyone anymore, not again," she slowly says, her voice breaking with each word. "Not when I have the ability to actually do something."