𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐎 𝐕𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐎, draco malfoy

𝔣𝔦𝔳𝔢

"Have you heard? Someone sent Draco Malfoy a love letter!"

"Merlin's beard, you'll never believe this — Malfoy was sent a love letter!"

"Someone sent Malfoy a letter confessing their love for him!"

"I mean — who could possibly fancy an egotistical git like him?"

"I heard he's trying to find the person who sent it!"

"He'll probably just humiliate and ridicule the poor girl if he finds her..."

Isabelle walked through the corridors clutching her grimoire tightly to her chest, eyes twitching, and paranoia eating her alive. She kept looking over her shoulder as though Malfoy himself was going to randomly appear and claim that he knew it was her who sent him that embarrassing letter.

But rather than snog the hell out of her as many of her fantasies: he would laugh at her and call her pathetic before kicking her and leaving. And then, Isabelle would be on his radar of people to harass and her social life would officially be over (not that she had much of one to begin with).

Her nice dress shoes clacked against the stone floor, and her thick curls were tied back into a tight-slicked ponytail. She chose to wear trousers today — a nice pair that made her legs look long.

It was not typical for girls to wear trousers with the Hogwarts uniform, but as long as they were the nice business casual type it was okay.

She should have suspected that it would not take long before the whole school knew about the love letter. Obviously, Draco would not keep something like that private.

He was much too pratty to not want to boast about something like this.

But to her shock, she had learned that Draco announced the letter not necessarily in making fun of it — but rather by standing on the Slytherin common room couch and demanding that whoever wrote it be brave and step forward.

No one did.

It was now between classes — in the late morning and the letter was all anyone had been talking about all day. Even the Gryffindors whispered amongst themselves, but it was more confusion as to who could possibly have a crush on Malfoy.

The Ravenclaw passed by a group of gossiping Slytherin girls, turning the corner of the corridor only to run straight into Padma Patil.

Padma had an immensely guilty expression on her face, and it was apparent that she had also heard of the recent gossip. Except, Padma was involved directly.

She was the reason the school knew.

"I am so so sorry, Isabelle! I didn't think—" she yelped as she was cut off by Isabelle covering her mouth with her hand and dragging her into a nearby broom closet.

"Shh! Don't talk about it in the corridors, anyone could hear!" Isabelle finally whisper-shouted as she closed the door to the closet turning to Padma. "It's fine, what's done is done. But has Malfoy come up to you at all?"

Padma quickly shook her head. "No — I reckon he's going to have a hard time tracking down the first year I gave it to seeing as first-years are terrified of him... no one would come up and admit they were the one who originally had it."

"Not if the first year went up and handed it to him directly!" Isabelle panicked.

Padma calmed her. "I have a feeling if that was the case then Malfoy would have already approached me. And even if that does happen — I already told you, I'll tell him the truth..."

"What!" Isabelle practically screeched, her voice ridden with panic.

"That I found it lying in a corridor with his name written on it. I assumed it was meant for him and sent it his way." Padma shrugged and Isabelle breathed a sigh of relief. "There's no way he's going to track it back to you!"