"I dare you to take this into Slytherin common room, show it to Pansy, find out her reaction, and then tell her that he's a muggle author." You said, pressing the book into Draco's hands. "I will," he grinned. "Goodnight, Y/N, Professor," "Goodnight, Draco." You smiled. After he was safely inside Slytherin Common Room, Professor Snape sighed. "You and your antics are both childish and fascinating." "I never cease to amaze either of us." You retorted. Professor Snape said nothing, just motioned for you to follow him to his quarters. You did so, in the same usual fashion, excluding words and always in perfect step with him.
Once inside Snape's quarters, you both took turns preparing for bed. While he was grading first years papers, you washed, brushed your teeth and hair, and put on your pajamas. Once you were done, Snape did the same. You came to the conclusion that you'd have to sleep on the floor, since you were almost certain that your father wouldn't be giving up his bed for the weekend. Oh well, he'll just have to give up his pillow instead. You went into the bathroom first to get changed and brush your teeth. When you emerged, Snape was in there without a word. A perfect opportunity to steal his bedding. You curled up in an unused corner and built yourself a little nest with his things. When he came back out, however, he was not amused to see you trying to get comfortable in that pitiful excuse for a sleeping place. 'Levicorpus.' he thought, causing you to yelp as you flew up into the air.
"Father, put me down!" You squeaked, as he plopped you down into a cushioned chair. With a wave of his wand, the chair turned into a recliner. "Oh," you said, seeing a newly created resting spot for you conveniently placed under your person. "You're not sleeping on the floor." He said, taking the things you stole and giving them to you. "Thank you." You said, taking the comfy treasures and rebuilding your little nest on the chair. "You're welcome, now go to sleep." He said, before turning back to see that you had already rolled over and closed your eyes. Humming, he too retired for the night.
The sounds of young children chatting with each other filled my ears, as I opened my eyes to a scene that was a tiny bit hazy. Familiar heads of hair were scattered through the room. A far younger Draco Malfoy sat at the front of the room. A far younger Harry and Hermione were sitting in the middle of the second row. I was sitting in a first year potion class, shared between Gryffindor and Slytherin students. Part of me flushed at the thought, as I was nowhere near where I was supposed to be. But, nobody seemed to even notice me there. Then my father walked in.
"There will be no foolish wand waving or silly incantations in this class." The students fell silent and I stood off to the side. "As such… I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making… However, for those select few…" Snape looked at Draco, who smirked. "Who possess the predisposition… I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death."
The only sound was the scritch scritch of a quil on parchment, I looked to see Harry bent over something on his desk. "Then again…" My father said. "Maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention!" Hermione nudged Harry, who finally looked up at Snape. "Potter! What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?" Harry didn't answer. "You don't know? Let's try again, where may I find a bezaor?" "I don't know, Sir." "And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?"
I don't know," said Harry quietly. "I think Hermione does, though, why don't you try asking her?" A few people laughed; Harry caught sight of Seamus's eye and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased. Sit down," he snapped at Hermione. "For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Well? Why aren't you all copying that down?" There was a sudden rummaging for quills and parchment. Over the noise, Snape said, "And a point will be taken from Gryffindor house for your cheek, Potter."
You woke up the next day before your father had even stirred. Deciding it would be best not to be there when he woke up, simply because of his opinions on professionalism, you quietly got dressed and rushed out the door. It wasn't until you had spotted Harry in the library that you remembered the dream you had last night. It was such a weird dream. Like it actually happened four years ago. You didn't dwell on it further, as you had no reason to. Though it didn't completely leave the back of your mind. "Hey," You said, as you sat down. "Morning, Y/N." Harry replied. "How did things go with your father yesterday?" You frowned. "It's not even a real punishment. But it has turned into an ongoing thing. I'll be seeing him again on Monday about it."
Harry and Hermione were confused. "What is it?" You pursed your lips. "I'd say it's a family matter but he'd rather I didn't call it that. All I can really say is that it's… confidential." "Is that why there's been word that you're spending the weekend with him?" "I actually am spending the weekend with him while Professor Flitwick tries to fix the stairwell." "The stairwell? Which stairwell and what's wrong with it?" Hermione asked. "After I completely swore out the entire Ravenclaw table, someone jinxed the stairwell to the girl's dormetory as revenge. I haven't been able to climb those stairs since thursday." "Where did you sleep the night before last?" Harry asked, a tiny bit ticked. "On a sofa in the Common room. S'alright. My roommates didn't mind bringing me down what I'd need for the weekend."
Hermione sighed, disapprovingingly, but couldn't conceal her smile. "You just had to open your mouth, didn't you, Snape?" "I regret nothing, Granger." You smiled. "They don't like me, and I don't like them." "So, what are you going to do to get back at them?" Harry asked. "Harry! She's not going to anything, she'll get caught!" "You're absolutely right, Hermione! I'm not going to do anything!" You smiled. "But Fred and George will, once I ask them." "Oh my God, Y/N!" Hermione sighed. You poked your tongue out. "Either way, I will still be a smart a$$, Hermione. There's no stopping me." You kept bickering with Hermione about Fred and George for a few more minutes until Cho showed up. "Oh, hey, Cho." You smiled at her. "Guy's, this is one of my roommates. Plus my other two, Luna and Padma, she's the only one that isn't mad about Thursday night." "I didn't know you knew Harry, Y/N." Cho said, motioning to sit. "I actually just met them yesterday." "Oh, well, I just have a question Harry." "Yeah? What is it?" "How did you get your name into the goblet of fire." You furrowed your eyebrows and sucked air in between your teeth and your cheek.
"Cho, I think he's already been asked that question a few hundred times? If he didn't answer the others, he's not going to answer now." You said. "Thanks, Y/N. Because I did answer that question already. It's just that people don't believe me when I say that I didn't put my name in the goblet of fire." Harry said, glaring at a random bookshelf. "Harry." Hermione said. "What?! Is it so wrong for me to think that my best friend of all people would believe me?! He's being a git!" Harry snapped. "He's jealous for Christ's sake! You're always in the spotlight!" Hermione said. As they kept fighting about it, you apologized to Cho, who winced, nodded, and told you she'd see you later. You sat there with your arms crossed until you were done with it.
"Will you two stop it?! Who even are you talking about? The ginger I see you guys with?" You asked. "Yes, his name's Ron. He and Harry had a major fall out on thursday night over the whole big goblet of fire fiasco." Hermione sighed. "Now they aren't even being near each other." You hummed. "Well, here, to help get your mind off that question, I have one of my own." "What?" Harry asked. "Forget how your name got in the Goblet to begin with. Why did it spit out a fourth name at all, let alone yours?" You asked. Harry and Hermione looked at each other before nodding. "That's actually a much better question to be asking. Thanks." Hermione said. You nodded. "Of course. What else are Ravenclaws for?" You sat there talking about life and friendships and drama and classes until you heard the clock strike 10:30. "Mmm. Well, you guys, it's been fun, but I promised Draco that I'd have lunch with him in Hogsmeade." "Wait, Malfoy?" Harry said, unpleasantly surprised. "Yeah, Malfoy. Problem, Potter?" You teased. Harry was about to snip back when Hermione put her hand over his mouth. "Enjoy yourself, Y/N." "Thanks, Hermione." You said, before leaving. "I'll see you later, perhaps?" "Sure!" Hermione said.
You walked out the doors and onto the grounds, prepared to just wander your way to Hogsmeade when you glanced towards the Quidditch Pitch and saw a speck of green flying through the air. Only one slytherin you knew could fly that well, and you immediately power walked towards the spires. "Practicing for next year, are you?" You asked, leaning against the rail of one of the boxes. "Just a little, but I must say, now that my favorite little cheerleader's here, I can finally start showing off for her." Draco grinned, hovering down at your level.
"Oh, so I'm your favorite little cheerleader? Well, such a pity that I don't even root for your team." You teased. Malfoy scoffed. "Yes, but you root for me." He braced one arm on the rail, the other kept his broom steady. "Because you love me, don't you?" You blushed, but quickly laughed it away. "You wish, pretty boy. Maybe I just still hold a grudge against Rodger Davis for almost plowing me over." Draco pouted and you snickered, before leaning over and bringing your lips really close to his cheek. Draco stilled. He could feel your breath and was about to close his eyes when you quickly pulled away and booped his nose. "Boop!" You giggled. "Alright, so you may be my favorite seeker three times out of four, but keep in mind that my roommate and one of my closest friends is Cho Chang, the Ravenclaw Seeker."
Draco sighed, amusedly, and rolled his eyes. "Come on, Y/N. I'll give us a ride to Hogsmeade." You laughed a little, and carefully mounted the broom with your arms wrapped around his waist. "Comfy?" He said, cheekily. "Very." You retorted, squeezing him a little tighter. On your way to Hogsmeade, the urge to nuzzle your face into his shoulder overcame you, and you acted on it without thinking. It was only when Draco said something that you jerked your head back with a blush. "What are you doing, Y/N?" "Nothing." You replied, refusing to look at him. "Oh look it's a cloud." Draco laughed and rolled his eyes. "Yes, there are multiple clouds in the sky." "Yeah, but that one's special." "Oh? And why is it special?" Draco purred at you. "Because I pointed it out first. That's why it's special." I said, trying not to giggle like the crushing schoolgirl I was.
Draco hummed and stopped to hover over the entrance to Hogsmeade. "Well then, maybe I ought to put you in a room full of beaxbatons students and see if I can point you out first?" You furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't know how I should take that, Draco. Are you comparing to them?" "Why do you ask? Are you jealous?" He asked, smirking at you. You frowned. "Let's just go to lunch." Draco turned away and winced. He didn't mean to upset you. "You're right, you're right. Does the Three Broomsticks sound good?" You smiled and nodded, "That sounds great." "Excellent, allow me to treat you to a butterbeer then." Draco said, touching down in front of the pub. You both dismounted and he held the door open for you as you walked inside and grabbed a table for two.
"Two butterbeers," Draco ordered and went to sit down. "So? Anything new you want to tell me about?" "Nothing that you don't already know I'm sure." Draco shrugged pulling out a copy of the latest edition of The Daily Prophet. You looked at the front page and clicked your tongue. "Really? Do you honestly believe that he did it?" You asked as you scanned through the page about how Harry Potter slipped his name into the goblet of fire. "I don't know. But I have to say, if it means he's in danger, I'm all for it." "Yeah but… something's off about it. I… I'm a little worried that the whole thing is rigged or something." You shook your head. "Well, if someone dies, at least it won't be someone you care deeply about, right?" Draco asked. "Well, I did bribe Cedric Diggory with ten galleons to go on a date with Cho." You said. "She's really got it bad for him, and if he dies," You shuddered, "Imagine how the poor girl would fair. I couldn't stand to see her like that…"
Draco frowned and patted your hand. "He'll be fine. I'm sure." Draco said, and you smiled. Maybe you are a good influence on him. As you drank the butterbeer and ordered a few bites of food, you talked over many different things. Potions, Quidditch, Shakespeare, and other things. "So, how did your morning with Stephan go?" Draco eventually asked, making you almost choke on your butterbeer. "I didn't spend my morning with Stephan." You said. "I was helping some first years study for their Charms quiz on Monday." Well, hey, at least it wasn't a complete lie… "Oh, okay." Draco replied clearly put down. "How did Pansy react to the book?" I asked. "She was all over it until I told her who gave it to me." Draco laughed. "Sounds like Pansy. And when you told her he was a muggle?" Draco cringed. "She almost threw it in the fire. If I was a tiny bit slower… Here, you ought to have it back. It's not safe with me." He quickly slided the book across the table. You laughed. "Yes, I think it's been put in enough harm's way. Thank you, Draco." You leaned across the table and kissed him before you could think.
You felt Draco's cheek heat up against your lips, and you smiled, still not completely aware of what you were doing. When you pulled back, however, and saw the shellshocked look on his face, your smile fell and you went pale. "O-oh… I-I…" You swallowed hard, before placing a galleon on the table, snatching up the book, and leaving with a "See you around, Draco!" You ran out of Hogsmeade like a dementor was chasing you and you did not stop until you got to the castle. "Oh my God, what have I done?" You sank down to the wall inside the door. "Pansy's going to kill me." "And why would I do that?" Came the stupid pug-face's snooty little question. And you were just too terrified with yourself to snoot back. "I'm sorry! I promise I won't do it again! Please don't hex me!" You cowerd at her feet, before running off in a random direction. "What on earth was that all about?" Pansy tilted her head to the side.