When the four of you sat down at the table, you looked up to see Draco sitting at his table, alone and grumpy. You looked to your friends, before nodding at him. They sighed and nodded for you to go sit with him. You got up and went around to Draco's table. "Morning, Moody Mr. Malfoy." You said, picking up a green apple to give to him. He just grumbled something incoherent. You pouted, sitting beside him on the bench and giving him the apple. He rolled it around the table. "Come on now, what's wrong?" You asked. He said nothing, just took a bite of his apple. You pouted some more. "Draco, why do you not speak to me?" You whined.
"I don't want to talk about it." He said, angrily. You flinched. "Alright then, don't even thank me for getting your favorite for you, God." You got up and began to make your way back to the Ravenclaw table, when he glumly called out, "Wait." You turned to see him forking his hand through his platinum blonde hair. You sighed, rolled your eyes, and sat. "Madman Moody turned me into a ferret." You pressed your lips into a thin line and hummed through them. "Let me guess, your father's going to hear about this?" You said, pulling out a quill and a piece of parchment. At first, you writing his letters for him was a joke between the two of you, but when that Hippogriff put his arm in a sling, he was unable to write neatly, so you took the liberty of writing his letters to Mr. Malfoy for him. The habit just stuck. "No. Not this time." He said. You raised your eyebrows, surprised. "Oh? Why not?" You asked.
"As I was fleeing, I told him that my father would hear about this, but he yelled out and I quote, "I know things about your father that will curl even your greasy hair, boy! It doesn't end here!" I was honestly scared for my life at that moment." He said, shuddering. "I don't want to be turned into a ferret again. That was quite traumatic." "Agreed, Malfoy," Goyle said, sitting on the other side of you. "You bite extremely hard." "What?" You asked, looking to Crabbe, who was red in the face, and trying to discreetly cover his groin. Note the word try, it looked like he was grabbing himself through his pants. "Moody not only turned Malfoy into a ferret, but he trapped him inside my trousers too," Crabbe said, causing you all to flinch at how loudly he said it.
Padma, Luna, and Cho turned to look at you with concern. You could see that they were all thinking roughly the same thing. Come on back, Y/N. We don't think you should get caught up with three boys talking about being in each others' pants. You waved them off, mouthing "It's fine," to them. They hesitantly turned back around. "Come on guys, no need to mope over it. What's done is done, and Draco has been transformed back into a student. So! Why don't we just lay this little incident to rest?" "Yes, but, Y/N, people were watching. They'll never let me hear the end of this!" Draco said, digging his nails into the apple missing a chunk from it. You quickly worked his grip off of the poor fruit and handed him a napkin to wipe off the juice that would soon turn sticky on his hands.
"Hey, Draco, if you are ever made fun of for this little happening, let me know, and I shall dispose of them in a way so undetectable, nobody would even realize they're dead, let alone that I did anything to them." You said, patting his shoulder as he cleaned off the fruit's gore from his fingers. "You'll drown them in the black lake?" He asked hopefully. "I'll feed them to that godforsaken squid." You promised, grinning at him. Draco grinned. "Oh, you brilliant girl." He said, smiling. "I knew it'd be good for me to befriend you." "Draco, our parents are extremely close. We were practically forced into an arranged friendship." "Yes, but we had to cooperate, didn't we?" He said before you heard the chime of the clock, signaling that classes would be starting in 5 minutes. You got up with the three boys before Draco signaled the other two to go on to their class.
Then, he linked arms with you and led you away. You looked back at Cho and Padma, who was sitting with their jaws slack, and Luna, who was smiling. You smiled, shrugging your shoulders. Thankfully, you hadn't set your stuff down at the Ravenclaw table. "So, is there any reason why you wanted to walk me to Herbology when you have Divination on the other side of the school?" You asked. "I can be late. I don't care about Professor Trelawney's class anyway." You huffed, semi-amused, semi-disappointed because Professor Trelawney was a nice woman and you liked her. "I see, but that doesn't answer my question. Why are you walking me to Herbology, not do you have the nerve to be late to your own class?" "Because I wanted to congratulate you on swearing out the entire Ravenclaw table." You smiled. "Yeah, no matter what happens, it was worth it."
"So, how did they get back at you?" He asked. "Oh, they jinxed the girls' stairs to register me as a boy. I had to sleep on the couch last night." You replied with a shrug. "And, after classes today, I have to spend my afternoon with my father, so could you possibly walk me to class after D.A.D.A.?" Draco grinned. "With pleasure, Y/N." He said, before continuing to walk you down to the greenhouses. "Perhaps I may borrow your copy of the Merchant of Venice?" "But it's so much better to read aloud with others. Besides, I left it in Ravenclaw Tower."
Draco frowned. "Very well, I suppose I'll either have to skip Divination to sneak into your common room or actually pay attention in class." "If you skip Divination- no, if you are late for Divination,- I'll make you walk up to Mad-eye Moody and call him a useless meat sack." You said, grinning evilly when his eyes widened in terror. "Yes, Ma'am." He said, turning and running back the way you both came so that he wouldn't be late, while you continued to make your way down to the greenhouses. You were working with fanged geraniums today. You can't count the number of times you almost got bitten by the blasted things. Sadly, Professor Sprout started comparing you to a weed when you were on the verge of ringing the stupid plant's stem.
After Herbology, you had History of Magic. It was with all the other houses, however, Draco had Transfiguration that period, so you couldn't see each other except for a brief moment in the hallway. As usual, you passed him by with a smile, causing his bored face to light up. Then, you donned his bored expression as you walked into the most boring class in all of Hogwarts. Even a Ravenclaw, such as yourself, found History of Magic to be a waste of your beloved time. You've already learned about the Goblin Rebellions from that entire section in the library! You could quote and cite every single book on that shelf without even having to open one. You don't need to waste your time writing a paper on a topic like this when you could be having a free period to do any homework you may have for other classes!
Still, the informative paper needed to be written, so you pulled out your mile-long scroll of parchment, and your quill set. The other students, minus your fellow Ravenclaws, came in, hauling books from the library on the Goblin Rebellions. You didn't need them. All you had to do was write your concluding paragraph and not let your hand fall off from gripping your quill too hard. As a result of the mismanagement in the Goblin Rebellion of 1752, the 5th Minister of Magic, Albert Boot, resigned. "After five years in office this likable, yet semi-incompetent, leader was the first to willingly step down from his post." (Bagshot 243) His successor, a man by the name of Basil Flack, served the shortest of all Ministerial terms. The two months Minister Flack held office were ended when he resigned due to the goblin rebels forming an alliance with werewolves.
You set your quill down so that you could stretch your fingers. Looking around, all your classmates were breaking sweats- looking for a quote through their textbooks or rushing to finish their body paragraphs so that they would finish the paper in time. There was still plenty of time for you to finish, so you took two minutes to stretch and relax your tired brain. After your little break was up, you continued writing. The Goblin Rebellion of 1752 was ended during the administration of Hephaestus Gore, one of the earliest Aurors in Wizarding history. Under his leadership, multiple Goblin revolts and rampages were ended, although many criticize him for not allowing a rehabilitation programme for werewolves, which may have led to more attacks. Overall, the height of the rebellion was over and had tapered to the point of having barely any significance by the time Gore's successor, Maximillian Crowdy, was elected into office in 1770. However, more Goblin Rebellions would crop up over the 17th century, and a Goblin by the name of Urg the Unclean would rise to fame, but that is another essay, for another time.
Soon enough, you let the ink dry and turned in your essay. That left you with a good amount of time to just relax your work-worn hand, and clear your aching mind. Splaying your hands out on the table, you shut your eyes with a relieved sigh. In all honesty, however, your stomach knew that lunch was coming up and it wanted food. You could feel it growling. It was quite loud too and the classroom was silent, aside from that noise of a hungry stomach. Also, when you get hungry, your head starts hurting. This is what you get for not eating breakfast. The sound of grumbling digestive organs and the scratching of quills against paper was made ever louder. It was pounding right behind your ears, slowly seeping into your brain, towards the pulse behind your cortex. You furrowed your eyebrows, out of habit, but that does nothing to help. You focused on relaxing your facial muscles.
Unfortunately, that made it look like you were sleeping. "Miss Snape." Professor Binns called out to you in his droning ghost voice. You opened your eyes, and everybody turned to look at you. You paid them no mind, preferring to keep a straight face and simply address your instructor. "Yes, Professor?" You asked, ignoring the sound of your own voice, echoing in in the walls of your skull. "Were you actually asleep in my class?" You sighed. "First of all, I was not asleep, I was resting my mind after your grueling essay. Second, I have nothing else to do, so why not reward my hard work with a much-needed break? Third of all, not everybody is finished, so let's stop talking and let the others get back to work."
Professor Binns frowned. "And now you disrespect me by answering questions I didn't ask." Your fists clenched. Why is it that almost everybody who fairs Ravenclaw seems to hate you? Of course you don't exactly know if he's a Ravenclaw or not, but still, he certainly acts like one. "See me after class, Miss Snape." Your face went red with rage You had done nothing wrong, and if he weren't a teacher, you would've smacked his wrinkled cheek right there. However, looking at said action, you realize that it would have done you no good. Your hand would have phased right through him.
Then, an idea popped into your head. You've never done this before, but you'd had enough of every Ravenclaw-esqe person discriminating against you. "Oh, believe me, Professor. I'd love to, but the next period is lunch hour, and I promised Professor Snape that I'd dine with him. I'd hate to keep him waiting." Professor Binns' already downward-facing lips went down even more. "... Very well." He grumbled. "But, I'll be checking in with Professor Snape, later, just to make sure you're not lying." Okay, seriously, what does this man have against me?! I did nothing to him! You thought. "I assure you, I'm not lying." You said, performing all the psychological signals you could think of that would indicate that you weren't lying. Examples being that you kept your breathing and voice pitch steady, blinked regularly as not to hold unnatural eye contact, kept a straight face and simply folded your hands in front of you, and spoke in complete sentences.
Professor Binns said nothing, just hummed, and went back to grading essays. When the clock tower rang, signaling lunchtime, you were out the door in a matter of seconds, having taken the time to pack up your things prior to class letting out. Professor Binns said nothing of it, this time. You quickly ran to the great hall, grabbed two plates of food, and went down to the dungeons, knowing that Draco would understand your absence when you explained to him later.