❝Show me a hero and I'll write you a
tragedy❞
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 Charlus Potter, a Slytherin and Half-blood, falls in love with Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor and Muggle-born.
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𓏲 . THE BOY WHO LIVED . .៹♡ CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE ─── FEARS REVEALED & TALKS WITH LUPIN
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Malfoy didn't reappear in classes until late on Thursday morning, when the Slytherins and Gryffindors were halfway through double Potions. He swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting, in Charlus' opinion, as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.
"How is it, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked with a sympathetic look on her face,"Does it hurt much?" "Yeah," Malfoy replied, putting on a brave sort of grimace. Adrian and Matthew rolled their eyes while Charlus saw him wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.
What a prat, Charlus thought.
"Settle down, settle down," Professor Snape said idly.
Charlus, Harry, Alistair and Ron all scowled at one another at the sound of Snape's voice. Snape wouldn't have said 'settle down' if they'd walked in late, he'd have given them detention. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape's classes; Snape was Head of Slytherin house, and generally favored his own students before all others. Except Charlus and Alistair. He seemed to despise them as much as anyone else in Gryffindor. Just as much as he despised Harry.
They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy set up his cauldron right next to Charlus, Harry, Alistair and Ron so that they were preparing their ingredients on the same table, which was the table behind Hermione.
"Sir," Malfoy suddenly shouted, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm—" "Potter, cut up Malfoy's roots for him," Snape replied without looking up from his desk. Charlus went brick red.
"There is nothing wrong with your arm," he hissed at Malfoy. He shrugged his shoulders and with a sly grin, he retorted, "Potter, you heard Professor Snape, cut up these roots."
