Inescapable | Drarry + Bleville ✔︎

Chapter 23

Draco's POV:

Draco strutted down the hall in silence, thinking about why Harry suddenly was acting as if nothing happened. He felt angry and wanted to forget all about him, yet he also wanted to chase after him like a mutt. It made him hate himself much more. Only idiots would chase over someone like Potter.

He was one of those idiots.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't notice the man stalking towards him until they grabbed his arm and pushed him into an empty classroom. He almost screamed, almost. But the person turned him around the face them, now he noticed it to be a familiar long-nosed man dressed in full black.

"I have noticed that you haven't been doing your assignment for the dark lord. You know you shouldn't forget about these kind of things." the Professor lectures.

Draco's eyes go wide. His father must have told Snape to look after him and make sure he does as he is told. Draco says, "I'm sorry! I just got distracted by homework and... other things."

Snape gives him a look of knowing but it instantly is turned back to a stern seriousness. "This is no joke, this isn't something to put off. I will help you with your quest if you need me to, but you must do it yourself. If you don't, you and your family will be in grave danger. You must cooperate with me, Draco."

Draco nods, "I will... l know where my loyalities lie. I will not let you down." Draco notices a look of sadness in the Professor, but pushes it off as something he was making up in his mind.

"Very well." Snape stomps off with the swish of his cloak.

He was left baffled, how could he have forgotten his assignment? At this point, he can't care about Harry, he must focus on this. If not, his family can die. If not them, then his father will surely kill him. Who in their right mind forgets about this?!

He suddenly remembers the necklace he found in that strange dissapearing room. He makes his way to that same room, knowing exactly what to do.

For once he was finally thankful for what his father had taught him.

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Neville's POV:

His palms were sweaty. He had never done this before. How does one ask another to a ball?

"Ha-Hannah?" Neville says, catching her attention in the library.

"Yes, Neville?" Hannah asks, a smile growing on her face and her cheeks turning a light pink.

"I... I-uhm. I was wo-wondering if you would... wanna go to the library- I mean! The ball! Wi-with me?" Neville asks her, wincing at his failure to speak correctly.

"The ball?! Oh, of course!" Hannah says happily.

"Shush!" Madame Pince scolds.

"Sorry." Hannah apologizes quietly. She turns back to Neville and smiles happily, "Well, it's about time for dinner."

"Yeah... I-I'll walk you." Neville says with a smile and grabs her hand, leading her away from the library. It was nerve wracking that the ball was tomorrow. A large part of him didn't even want to go, let alone with Hannah. But, he promised to at least try to be with her. It's not like he liked anyone else and he didn't have anything better to do. The least he could do was try. Besides, his grandma would send him a howler if she dicovered he didn't wear the tux she sent him let alone go to the ball she's been pesturing him to go to. Ever since Professor McGonagall made it known to his grandmother that he's being bullied and keeps to himself, his grandmother won't leave him alone about school activities and making friends. It was quite annoying. Still is annoying.