Chapter 3
As you made your way to the Slytherin house table, you shot your friends an apologetic look, their expressions a mix of confusion and concern. Scanning for an empty seat, you felt a pang of reluctance as Draco called out your name with that infuriating smirk of his. "What does he want?" you thought, knowing full well you had no other option for a seat. With a heavy sigh, you made your way to the spot beside him. You shot him a nasty look. "What do you want?" you demanded, still irritated from your last encounter. Draco leaned back in his seat, an arrogant grin spreading across his face. "Well, it's not every day a muggle strolls into our midst, especially one eligible for all the houses. It's almost laughable," he said, his voice dripping with condescension. "But here you are, slumming it with us Slytherins. Must be nice to taste real magic for once."
I sighed i wasnt in the mood for this I rolled my eyes, a wave of irritation bubbling up inside me. "Oh, shut up, Malfoy! I'm really not in the mood for your nonsense, so just put a sock in it!" I snapped back, my voice dripping with annoyance. His smirk only made me angrier. No way was I letting him get under my skin today, but he had a talent for pushing all the wrong buttons. "Why don't you go find someone else to bother? I don't have time for your childish games!"
"Why use such hurtful words?" he drawled, leaning back with an arrogant smirk that seemed to mock my discomfort. The tension between us crackled like electricity, and I could feel the weight of curious eyes boring into me. The sorting was barely even halfway done, and as I sat there with this insufferable man, I couldn't help but wonder how much longer I'd have to endure his condescension. His casual air made it clear he reveled in my unease, as if it was all a game to him.
I just ried to ignore him and continue watching the sorting.
"Ignoring me isn't very nice, L/N," I laughed, trying to mask the irritation creeping into my voice. "Like there's anything nice about you," I shot back, the heat of my words hanging thick in the air between us. He arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "Oh really? You think I'm all bad? I could list a few things about you that aren't exactly charming either." I felt my heart race. The tension crackled like static electricity. "Go ahead then," I challenged, crossing my arms defensively. "I'm sure you'll come up with something as creative as your usual insults." He inched closer, piercing gaze unwavering. "Let's just say, you have a knack for pushing people away while pretending you don't care." His voice dripped with confidence, yet there was an edge that made me question if he was teasing or if there was a deeper truth. "I'm not the one ignoring someone," I retorted, though my voice wavered slightly. The challenge hung between us, taut and electric, waiting for one of us to take the plunge. I noticed a hickey on his neck, and a pang of hurt shot through me, though I wasn't sure why it bothered me so much. I quickly brushed those feelings aside and shot him a teasing remark, "Why don't you go make out with your girlfriend and leave me alone?" He scoffed, a smirk playing on his lips. "I don't date," he replied, a casual nonchalance masking the intensity in his eyes. I raised an eyebrow, biting my lip as I pointed to the hickey. "Doesn't look like it, does it?" The words slipped out, laced with both challenge and accusation. His gaze locked onto mine, the air thickening with unspoken tension. "Jealous?" he asked, leaning closer, his breath warm against my skin. I fought to maintain my composure, my heart racing in response to his proximity. "Hardly," I managed to reply, but my voice was softer than I intended, the heat between us crackling like static electricity. I could sense the push and pull, both of us caught in a game that neither wanted to fully acknowledge.
Hermione swept up behind us, her expression a mix of urgency and concern. "Y/N, we need to talk." I felt a knot tighten in my stomach; I knew exactly what the discussion would entail. Reluctantly, I rose to my feet, the unease of my Slytherin choice heavy on my mind. "Where are Harry and Ron?" I asked, trying to divert the conversation. "They're waiting for us in the library," Hermione replied, her voice firm. I glanced down, wrestling with my thoughts. "I honestly don't know why I chose Slytherin… It was like there was this strange voice whispering in my head—" "Hold on, that sounds eerily similar to what Harry experienced," she interrupted, her eyes widening with a mix of worry and intrigue. "Wait, Harry heard the voice too?" I could feel the gravity of the situation pulling me in. "Yes," she said, sighing deeply, "but we need to discuss this in the library. It could be more serious than we thought." As we made our way, the air crackled with tension, each step feeling heavier. What connection did I share with Harry and the whispers of darkness? This was no longer just about my choice; it felt like a deeper mystery was unraveling, one that was waiting for us in the dim light of the library.
As I pushed the heavy door open, a wave of excitement rushed over me. In the back corner, I spotted Ron and Harry, deep in a hushed conversation. Their eyes lit up the moment they saw us approach. "Hey, guys!" I called out, my heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. I felt a flutter of anxiety, wondering if they'd grasp the gravity of what I was about to share.
Harry flashed a warm smile, and Ron leaned over to plant a quick kiss on Hermione's cheek before she settled into her chair. "Y/N," she said, her gaze steady. "I need you to tell me exactly what happened."
Taking a deep breath, I recounted, "Okay, so when the Sorting Hat proclaimed that Slytherin was where I belonged, I heard a voice... it whispered my name, urging me to choose Slytherin. Before I could think, the word just escaped my lips." I looked down, feeling a mix of shame and confusion. "I swear, I didn't mean to."
Hermione squeezed my hand reassuringly, her expression softening. "It's okay, Y/N," she whispered.
Curiosity sparked in Harry's eyes. "What did the voice sound like?"
I hesitated, the memory washing over me like a chilling fog. "It was strange… like it hadn't spoken in years, yet it was so familiar."
Ron exchanged a serious glance with Harry. "That's definitely Voldemort," he said, his tone dropping to a whisper.
A chill ran down my spine, and I pondered for a moment. "Voldemort? Why does that name echo in my mind?" The weight of the revelation hung heavy in the air, shrouded in an ominous mystery that we had only begun to unravel.
Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "How do you not know? He's the most dangerous wizard out there… he killed my parents and tried to kill me."
Realizing my mistake, a wave of guilt washed over me. "I'm so sorry, Harry," I said, my voice laced with genuine concern.
"It's okay," he replied, offering a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. "It happened a long time ago."
I took a deep breath, desperate to shake off the uncomfortable tension that hung in the air. "Thanks for understanding. I really didn't mean to bring it up."
Harry nodded, his smile dampened by the weight of the subject. "Yeah, it's just… not an easy topic for me."
I felt the silence stretch between us, so I quickly tried to shift gears. "Let's talk about something else. What's your favorite subject at school?"
His face lit up at the change of topic. "Definitely Defense Against the Dark Arts! It's so interesting. We get to learn about all the different creatures and spells."
"Really? That sounds amazing! I'd love to hear more about it," I said, eager to dive into a conversation that left behind the shadows of the past.
Harry leaned in, excitement brightening his demeanor. "You wouldn't believe some of the things we get to practice. Just the other day, we learned how to counter dark spells. It was intense!"
As he spoke, I couldn't help but feel a warmth growing inside me. It was nice to see him so passionate. The atmosphere gradually lightened, and I realized that sometimes, turning the page on tough subjects could lead to discovering something wonderful.
After a long conversation i stood up and said "i should start getting settled into my dorm"
As I made my way to the Slytherin common room, a frown creased my forehead. I reached the door only to realize I had been left in the dark—no one had provided me with the password. I let out a heavy, annoyed sigh, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor, before deciding to seek out someone who could help. As I turned to retrace my steps, my mind drifted into a labyrinth of thoughts. "Why can't I remember?" I mumbled under my breath, frustration gnawing at me. Lost in my musings, I rounded the corner carelessly, and suddenly collided with a solid mass. I stumbled back, my heart racing, and looked up to find none other than Draco Malfoy blocking my path. His icy grey eyes narrowed with an unmistakable look of superiority, and a chill ran down my spine. The dim light of the hallway reflected off his platinum blonde hair, casting a surreal glow that only heightened my agitation. The air between us felt charged, thick with an unspoken tension that made my pulse quicken. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he drawled, a condescending smirk creeping across his face. "Lost, are we? Or perhaps just daydreaming about your next grand scheme to impress me?" His words felt like barbed wire; each syllable dug in deeper, and I struggled to keep my composure in the face of his arrogance. "Actually, I was just trying to remember the password to get into our common room," I shot back, forcing a calm I didn't feel, striving to mask my surprise and irritation. He arched an eyebrow, amusement mingling with disdain in his piercing gaze. "How typical for someone who can't keep track of something so simple. But don't worry, I suppose I can grace you with my precious time and help you out—if you can manage to keep your thoughts from wandering off into outer space long enough." His words dripped with mockery, each one a challenge that ignited a fire in my chest. "Or maybe you just like watching me squirm," I countered, daring myself to hold his gaze. The silence stretched between us, heavy and electric. I could feel the tension crackling; it was as if the very air around us was anticipating what would happen next. A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by a predatory smirk. "You've got guts, I'll give you that. But guts alone won't unlock the door." The way he leaned closer, his voice dropping to a whisper, felt dangerously intimate. My breath caught as I realized just how unpredictable this encounter was turning out to be. With Draco Malfoy, navigating this labyrinth of arrogance and desire was going to be anything but straightforward.
"If guts won't open it, then why don't you be a good Malfoy and tell me the password?" I said, smirking as I leaned in slightly, my voice low and teasing. He scoffed, his gray eyes narrowing in challenge. "And what would I get out of it?" Taking a confident step closer, I could feel the electric charge in the air between us. "What do you want?" I asked, my tone shifting to something more intense, almost breathless. The heat of the moment wrapped around us, and for a heartbeat, the world outside faded away. He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched me with that infuriatingly arrogant gaze. "Why would I give you anything, especially when you're clearly enjoying this too much?" His words hung in the air like a promise, daring me to push further. I could feel my heartbeat quicken as I leaned in even closer, our faces inches apart. "Maybe I'm just testing your bravery," I breathed, my voice dropping to a whisper. The tension between us crackled with unspoken desires, each second stretching into an eternity as we hovered on the edge of something dangerous.
He stepped back with a deliberate chill in his eyes, clearing his throat. "The password is pure-blood," he stated flatly, devoid of any warmth, as if our earlier flirtation had never happened. Without a glance back, he turned and walked away, leaving an icy silence in his wake.