𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Six: Slug Club Christmas Party.

" Let's just hope this doesn't get
ruined. " Y/n says, a bottle of meade in her hand. Draco frowned, nodding. He didn't want to let Y/n do this.

She was planning on poisoning it and slipping into Slughorn's head that he should gift Dumbledore something. It was risky since she was going to his party alone.

" I wish I could come. " Y/n smiled weakly. She sighed and set the bottle aside, wrapping him in a hug. " There's always a plus one but I don't think we'll be comfortable there anyway. "

Draco hummed in response, snaking his arms around her waist. " I'll be bored. " He whined, making Y/n chuckle. " I'll be back early. It's not like I'm having a chat with friends. "

" Good, than. I'll wait here. " He kissed her forehead and Y/n shot him a smile, leaving the dorm room. Draco sighed and fell back on his bed.

Y/n smiled at Slughorn as he approached her. She was glad she successfully placed the bottle of meade on his table without anyone knowing or spotting her.

" Professor. What a great party. " She smiled, looking around. She could see Harry and Hermione behind a curtain and Hermione crawling out.

She shook her head and listened to Slughorn as he spoke about how he used to do these very well before too. She sighed. She needed to get out of here.

The door was slammed open and Y/n whipped around, spotting Draco and Filch. " Let go of me, you filthy squib! "

" I found this boy lurking around the corridors! Claims to be in your party, professor Slughorn. " Filch says and Y/n rolled her eyes.

" Yes, because he's my date. " She said, a little rudely. Draco brushed off his hand and correcting his blazer, glaring at Filch.

" You may leave now, Mr. Filch. Thank you. Miss Clair, maybe you should go back to your date. "

Y/n nodded and turned to look at Draco. He was nowhere to be seen. Sighing, she pushed past people and made her way outside. She found Snape waltzing away and Draco standing there, breathing hard.

She slowly approached him, reaching out for his hand. " What's wrong? " Draco sighed, relaxing in the touch.
" Nothing. Let's go back. "

Y/n nodded wordlessly and followed him. Neither of them knew Harry Potter was listening.

When they reached back, Y/n quickly changed into one of Draco's shirt brushed her hair. Draco just admired the way his shirts fell right abover her knees and it made her look even more short.

" What are you smiling at? " She grinned, climbing the bed and laying on his chest. " You just look shorter in my shirts! "

Y/n chuckled. " But I like your shirts. They're mine now. " She said, pecking his jaw. " Yes, of course. "

Y/n sighed. She wished they could stay like that forever. But there were things had to be done, that she didn't want to do. She didn't have any idea how she would bring herself to kill Dumbledore.

It had been a week since the ball and there was no progress in mending the Cabinet. She still had to check the Restricted Section, but the library would open tomorrow since Christmas break ends.

" I think Potter has a doubt on me. " Y/n laughed dryly. " When does he not? I've seen him keeping an eye on me, Dray. "

Draco frowned. " How? He left for break. " Y/n shook her head, playing with his fingers. " Not without leaving his patronus behind. It's a Stag. Easy to spot. "