114 - The Gryffindor (part 2)

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"Y/n!" Pansy Parkinson called out as I walked towards the portrait leading to the Slytherin common room.

"Hey Pansy." I greeted, stopping in my tracks for her to catch up. "What can I do for you?"

"Can we please talk in private?"

"For the last time, Pans, I'm not helping you get together with my brother."

"Not for that! I'm way over my crush on Draco."

"Then what about?"

"It's just... something important that Zabini, Nott, and I need to talk to you about. It's kind of important."

"Fine. Dorm room?"

"Okay."

We both said the password to the portrait before slipping into the common room. We both saw Blaise Zabini and Theodore Nott on the couch, both looking up once they heard the door open. Pansy nudged her head and they stood up, following us to our dorm room. Once we got into the room, she gave of a sigh in relief when she noticed that our other roommates were away.

"What did you want to talk about and why are you two here?" I asked, sitting down on my bed, Pansy doing the same as the two leaned against one of the posts on either side of my bed.

"Why'd you stop Draco from beating up that Gryffindor scum?" Theo asked, looking at me intently.

"As much as I do not want to sound like Granger but I just didn't want McGonagall to catch him in the act and eventually get expelled from Hogwarts for beating up a fourth year."

"So you know that git's year?" Blaise asked, crossing his arms.

"I remembered standing beside him during the sorting ceremony. Why does it matter? I stop Draco from making any rash decisions a lot."

"Do you even know what led him to doing what he did?"

"No. He didn't tell me anything."

"Should I tell her or do any of you want to be the one who does it?" Pansy asked, cutting into the conversation. "Seriously, y/n, we would not be telling you this if what that arse said was just the usual insults to Slytherin but he took it too far this time."

"Tell me what?" I asked exasperatedly, throwing my hands in the air. "If you guys are here to tell me off for ruining my brother's fun then I'm sorry but I don't want his fun to be in the expense of others' well-being as well as his."

"He would never take it that far, y/n, unless it's for a good reason!" Theodore exclaimed. "He may be a bully but he is usually verbal about it, never physical. Even if he did, it would never be as bad as what he did to Mendes."

"Think about it, y/n. What's one thing that will set Draco off into doing something like that?" Blaise said calmly.

I frowned in confusion, not knowing what they meant. Did Shawn say something about Draco that could potentially hurt him? What are they talking about?

"Mendes was talking shit about you. We overheard him talking to a group of Gryffindors about how pathetic Slytherins are and used you as an example, saying how you're probably the weakest Slytherin there is. He said that if we were known for being cruel and vile then how can the house of Salazar Slytherin produce such a push over? He was also telling them things like possibly asking you out and taking advantage of you as you were easily the most naive Slytherin there is." Pansy stated, looking at me apologetically. "We knew that Draco can never bring himself to tell you about the things that bloody arse says behind your back so we decided that now is the time to tell you."

I felt my heart shatter inside my chest as I tried to process the things he said about me. Could this be the guy I've been with since second year? Are the three of them making shit up? I mean, we're known to be cunning after all. Maybe this is all just a sick joke they decided to pull on me. I didn't even know that I had started crying until the three of them pulled me into a protective hug. I wiped my eyes right away and stood up.

"I know that you guys look after me just like Draco does but I want to hear it for myself." I stated, before turning to run down the stairs and eventually out the common room.

I leaned against the wall beside the portrait and closed my eyes. Could this be real? I made my way to the great hall as did everyone. I was about to turn the corner when I heard an all too familiar voice overlapping the chatters.

"A nice Slytherin. Seriously unheard of. Maybe the sorting hat put her in the wrong house." He said with a chuckle. "I mean, that pathetic little princess is only surviving because of her brother. He practically does everything for her."

"Maybe there was a reason other than the fact that she's a Malfoy." someone piped up.

"Maybe I could get inside her and loosen some of those screws. You never know, she may be a good girl by day but a bad girl by night."

"What do you mean, Mendes?"

"Priss in the streets, beast in the sheets. Come on! Maybe all she needs is a good fuck for her to come to her senses."

I was taken aback by the things he said. Maybe Pansy and the guys were right. I took a sharp turn and walked over to him, glaring through the small crowd and pushing everyone away. He turned and saw me walking towards him, making his entire face fall and his skin turn so pale that he may even give my brother a run for his money. He gulped before smirking over at me.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Gryffindor fuckboy. I was planning on minding my own business yet I couldn't help but overhear you talking shit about me." I said, reaching up to stroke his cheek, putting pressure onto the bruise that was still there, indicating the fact that he was milking the injury by not going to Madam Pomfrey.

He winced and pulled his face from my hold, making me smirk at his pain. At this point, more people have gathered around us as they watched the entire thing play out. Shawn tried to meet my eyes, silently expressing his apologies but I wasn't have any of it.

"Sorry to burst your bubble but I don't need you to fuck me for my inner Slytherin to come out. Just the mere idea of you doing such is just revolting. I was placed here for a reason. Wanna see why?" I leaned in close to his ear and watched him shudder as my lips brushed against the shell of his ear. "We're so done. You wanted to see this side of me then you'll get it."

"Y/n, please, don't. I love you. I'm sorry. I'm really, really sorry." He begged under his breath. "They were making me do this. Please, love, believe me."

I stepped away from him and pulled my arm back and hit him right in his nose. His head was thrown back and hit the pillar behind him, making a satisfying sound other than the sound of his nose cracking. I was full on grinning by now and kicked him straight in his lower region. He fell to the floor, wailing in pain. I could hear my brother cheering for me in the sides above the sound of my heartbeat echoing in my ears. I pulled out my wand from my robe and pointed it over to him.

"Sectumsempra!" I yelled, watching as cuts started to appear on his skin.

I stood up and watched him cry out in pain. I told myself that he deserved it and walked off. The Gryffindors, Hufflepuffs, and Ravenclaws all called out for help as he was losing blood however, my fellow Slytherins all applauded. Snape eventually appeared and muttered a spell repeatedly until Shawn was okay. McGonagall however, glared at us and deducted fifty points before calling me up to Dumbledore's office. Draco ran over to me and accompanied me.

"Ms. Malfoy, please explain to me as to where you learned that curse and why you used it on a student." Dumbledore bellowed, pacing in his office as my brother and I stood side by side.

"I... I didn't know what it did, professor. I found it in a textbook once and for some reason, it was the first thing that came into my mind when I pulled out my wand." I lied, the weight of what I did eventually sinking in.

"And exactly why did you do it? Has it not occurred to you that actions such as this could lead to your expulsion?"

"Have mercy on the poor kid, Albus. She must have a valid reason." Umbridge interrupted followed by her irritating giggle.

"Mendes of the Gryffindor house was making crude comments." Draco piped up, knowing that Umbridge would listen to him. After all, that bitch clad in pink overpowers Dumbledore as she is a member of the Ministry of Magic and happens to favor our house."I heard him and so have several other people from the other houses yet no one did anything to stop it."

"I would not have reacted in such a way if he were just insulting my house and I, professor but to make rude, sexual comments... that's another story. You have to believe me, professor. I would never have reacted in such a way if the things he did were not morally degrading." I said, backing my brother up.

"Very well." Umbridge responded, completely cutting off Dumbledore. "Thirty points from Gryffindor and I will notify Mr. Mendes of his detention with me for the next two weeks. You two may go."

A small smile made its way to my lips knowing that detention with Umbridge means he has to suffer her quill. Draco took my hand and led me out the room. Once we were out the door and down the stairs, I turned to him and just buried my head onto his shoulder. He wrapped an arm around my waist and placed a hand on the back of my head as he held me closer to him. I cried into his robes and held onto it as he muttered comforting words.

"I'll make him pay." He growled under his breath.

"Don't. Please." I sobbed.

"He hurt you, y/n. I will do whatever it takes to ruin him."

"Yet no matter what he does, I'm still in love with him."

"Y/n..."

"Go ahead, Draco. Yell at me for being in a relationship, not only with a Gryffindor but a mudblood. I've already learned my lesson and now I'm facing the consequences. I just thought that maybe there would be someone who would actually accept me for me and not because they were afraid that if they didn't, you would somehow find a way to terrorize them."

"Love-"

"I guess I was wrong, huh?"

"Y/n, love, please listen to me." Draco said, taking my face in his hands. "Fuck that bloodly little git. You are not what he says you are. You were placed in Slytherin for a reason even though you are the sweetest, kindest, most accepting person in this entire school. And you're definitely not making it out alive because of me. In fact, I think I may even cause your downfall since I will be the one who takes father's place as a Death Eater if anything were to happen to him. You did so well earlier and I could not be any more proud than I already am to call you my sister."

I looked down at my hands as I fiddled with the fabric of my robes. He seemed to notice as he took them in his before bringing them up to his mouth and placing a kiss on them. I looked up and gave him a small smile which he returned before hugging me again.

"Where'd you learn that curse from, anyway?" He asked as we both pulled away to go back to the Great Hall.

"Oh, I saw it written on a potions book once since I forgot mine in my dorm and Snape let me use one of the books in one of the drawers. It was either that or the cruciatus curse but I knew that using that would lead to automatic expulsion." I explained with a shrug.

"I would've enjoyed it even more if you did use the cruciatus curse."

Once we reached the Great Hall, the entire Slytherin table erupted in cheers once they saw me. I bowed sarcastically, making them laugh before moving to make room for the two Malfoys. Blaise threw his arm over me and smirked at my brother's glaring, gray eyes.

"I'm proud of you, kid. Honestly, watching you out there made me feel like I was also a proud brother." He said, chuckling as he recalled the events from not even an hour ago. "You should've seen Draco over here. If he could, he would've placed a huge amount of money as a bet in your name."

"Where is that pathetic scumbag anyway?" Draco asked, glancing over the Gryffindor table.

"He's currently in the hospital wing." Pansy replied. "They said that your hit was enough to give him a broken nose and a concussion. Not to mention the amount of blood lost from the curse you cast."

I merely nodded at the information and stabbed the piece of turkey with my fork. I continued to push the food around my plate as they started a conversation among themselves. Draco, being the ever supportive and protective brother, noticed and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"Don't feel guilty about that stupid mudblood. He got what he deserved and all he did was hurt you." He stated.

I just nodded again before putting the food into my mouth so that he would not worry about me. Yet deep inside, I just wanted to curl up in a ball and cry. Yes, I was guilty for hurting him even though he hurt me as well. Yes, I still deeply cared about him despite the fact that he probably did not. And yes, I am still in love with him even though it possibly was just a game to him. But that still doesn't stop me from missing how we both were behind closed doors.

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A/N: I'm having too much fun writing this 
😂 I usually limit my chapters with 1000+ words but this one and the first part actually reached 2K words. Currently working on another part as well since this one, I'm not proud of the ending of.  I want to include some other things before calling the series of imagines as finished.

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