𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧

The next morning, y/n's heart could have thrown itself out of her throat when a loud voice bellowed from the corridor.

"It's 7am so get up. Girls you can make yourself look even more ugly after breakfast, boys shower afterwards you know the rules. I'm talking to you especially Mr Malfoy" A deep voice growled.

"Merlin's beard who's that!" Y/n asked a half asleep Pansy.

"Oh that's Snape. He's our head of house and wakes us every morning. I did tell you this!" Pansy replied giggling to herself.

Y/n groaned and got out of bed. She threw on her white fluffy robe, chucked her hair up in a messy bun and brushed her teeth. Pansy peered her head around the corner of her bathroom to see where she was, then they headed downstairs.

Still half asleep, she sat down and threw her head into her arms with her head down, then she remembered the boy sat infront of her last night. Her eyes widened as she sat up, and there he was. Draco was wearing a silky black robe, his platinum hair messy. His head rested in his hand, Y/n could tell he was tired.

What kept him up all night?

"Aww, don't you just look glorious in the morning" Theo sarcastically said to Y/n.

She threw a croissant at his face and blew him a kiss whilst Pansy giggled. Theo snarled at her then laughed, then ate it of course. Y/n noticed Draco looking directly at her, and he wasn't going to look away until he got a look back. She looked around playfully, then met with his ivey grey eyes. Another cheeky smirk spreaded across his lips and winks subtlety. Nervously, she looks down and tried to play it off.

After breakfast, she headed back to her dorm with Pansy and got ready. She loved her uniform. A white buttoned blouse, black pencil skirt and her silk slytherin robe. Her tie was styled loosely around her chest. Her hair was in loose curls at the end, she applied simple makeup with a shine of lip gloss. She fastened her black small heels and stood in the mirror.

This is who the fuck I am.

This is where I fucking belong.

Pansy was still getting ready when she wanted to go. Bravely, Y/N walked to her class by herself. The halls echoed from her shoes and her heart was thudding in her chest. She made herself look confident, but on the inside she had no idea what to expect.

"Miss Bloodstone I expect you to pull down your skirt and fasten your tie properly thankyou, this is not the front cover of VOGUE!" A woman ordered sternly.

"Oh piss off" Y/n hurled back, throwing her middle finger in the air behind her. As she turned the corner, a man with a long black cloak stood directly in front of her.

"Y/n Bloodstone. I have heard alot about you already and I am...proud to say you are in my house at Hogwarts. Saying that, I just heard Professor Sprout give you an instruction. I have to treat all my students the same so I respectfully ask you to do as she says" Snape told her, speaking in a monotone voice.

Y/n sighed unnecessarily loud, pulled her skirt down and tightened her tie a little more, then looked directly at Snape.

"Severus is it? My father told me about you. I respect thoese who respect me, so thank you, Severus, for having the decency to ask me politely" Y/n replied.

"Very well, on your way to my lesson" Snape gave her a blank smile. She nodded in response and carried on walking when she felt a tug on her arm which made her jump.

"What was Sprout teacher shouting your name for?" Pansy asked.

"Told me to roll my skirt down, as 𝘪𝘧 she was looking anyway! I just shoved my finger up and told her where to go!"

"So you've met Sprout. Nobody listens to her anyway, don't worry" Pansy laughed.

They arrived at Potions class and were soon let in. She followed Pansy to a table. The tables were in fours. Pansy and Y/n next to eachother, then Theo opposite Pansy. Before she had the chance to get nervous realising Draco would be sat infront of her, he strolled in.

"Mr Malfoy you are late, again. Could you please enlighten me to why this is?" Snape asked.

"This pretty hair takes a long time to style you know! You wouldn't get it greasy git" He mumbled.

"Sit down Malfoy, stop being such a prat".

Y/n can't help but grin at him as he strode over and slouched in his seat. He looked up at her and there it was.

That damn smirk.

All the class got on with their potion making after Snape dragged on for a while. The Bloodstones were known for having a major talent in potions and spells, so she found it easy. Y/n finished the first one when some had barely started.

"Wow Y/n how'd you do that?" Pansy asked.

"Pansy! Don't speak to her. She could be a mudblood for all you know" Draco spat. Y/n was confused to why he said this. He was gawping at her the night before, why the sudden attitude?

"Fucking mudblood? You don't know who you're speaking to" Y/n spat straight back.

"Are you familiar with the Bloodstones?"

Draco choked on the air in his throat and started at her with burning eyes.

"Bloodstone? As in... Scabior Bloodstone?"

"I'm aware who my father is, yes."

"I er...apologise Miss Bloodstone" Draco pushed his pride to the side to apologise to the famous girl sat opposite him. Draco had seen her father at the Malfoy Manor multiple times so he knew how valued their blood line was.

"Mr Malfoy is it? It's nice to meet you" Y/n offered out a hand shake, to which Draco sneered and looked away. Already, she could tell he was not an open person and it would take a while to get to know him.

That's if she ever did.

After class, they made there way out to the quidditch field. She sits beside Pansy and watches the first game, Slytherin VS Hufflepuff. She was on the edge of her seat physically and metaphorically the whole time watching the gripping game. Being cooped up in the mansion for years meant she had a lot of free time, so she spent this time either reading, pampering, babysitting Ophellia or outside.

Due to all her reading over the years, she'd read up on quidditch, so watching her first game in real life was electrifying.

After the game, they had their usual evening meal and went back up to the dorms straight away as everyone was knackered after their first day back. Pansy was flat out on her bed slightly snoring. Y/n giggled to herself getting in her new cold and crisp bed. Her head sunk into the pillow with exhaustion. That's when there was a firm knock at the door.

"Piss off" She shouted.

"Just open the door Bloodstone."