Snake Charmer // Draco x Reader

Chapter 39- Beauxbatons and Drumstrang come To Hogwarts.

       The same experience of the World Cup come back once i say the mark in the sky. I again empty out the contents of my stomach. Hunched over the toilet in the bathroom stall. I barley hear the door open over the noise. "This is the Lady's room," Myrtle says.

    "I'll just be a second alright," I hear Draco say. Then a knock hits the door of the stall I'm in. "Y/n?"

    "Go away," I say wiping my mouth. Tears stained on my face.

   "You okay?" He asks.

  "That was sick," I hiss, "does he know how many of us are orphans because of those curses! And demonstrating them on an actual creature. He's sick! Mad I tell you."

  "He is called Mad Eye Moody," He says, "'the madness is implied."

 "Still," I whimper, "to think my father died like that? No way to stop it. I hate it. And to use Crucio on anyone?"

"I know." Draco says, "but you can't change the past." I sigh and flush the toilet then open the stall. Walking back towards the sink and I wash my hands. 

"I hate the Dark Arts sometimes. . . most of the time," I scoff, "whatever lets get going."

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 In preparations for the tournament Hogwarts had gotten well busy and hectic. And plenty of incidents had occurred. Such as Moody's lesson plans being ridiculous. 

   "I'm going to put you all under Imperious curse," Moody Announce in the end of the class, "so prepare."

  "But--but you said it's illegal, Professor, " Hermione says uncertainly as Moody cleared away the desks with a sweep of his wand, leaving a large clear space in the middle of the room. "You said--to use it against another human was--"

 "Yeah I'm not doing this," I say.

"Dumbledore wants you taught what it feels like, " said Moody, his magical eye swiveling onto Hermione. "If you'd rather learn the hard way--when someone's putting it on you so they can control you completely--fine by me. You're excused. Off you go." He point to the door and I collect my stuff as Hermione goes pink. 

"You should learn this," Hermione tells me, "you have to." I watch as each of my classmates go under the spell. Doing stupid things. No one being able to fight it off.

"Potter, " Moody growls, "you next. "Harry moves to the middle of the room. "Imperio!" Nothing happens. He then buckles forward and hits the desk. "Now, that's more like it!" growls Moody's voice, "Look at that, you lot... Potter fought! He fought it, and he damn near beat it! We'll try that again, Potter, and the rest of you, pay attention--watch his eyes, that's where you see it--very good, Potter, very good indeed! They'll have trouble controlling you!" 

"Can't you tell he's in pain?" I ask Moody.

"Pain doesn't stop and evil witch or wizard," He growls. I roll my eyes as Moody makes Harry go through the thing 4 times. Then Ron, then Hermione.  "Cultven." I step up sigh. "Imperio!" A feeling of emptiness fill me then I hear Moody's voice echo in my mind 'get on the desk' again and again. No. No. No. Thats a horrible idea. 'Get on the desk' Why? That so dumb what does that prove. Nothing happens. Don't move.  My body stays still as the class watches me. Don't do it. Don't do it. 'Get. On. The. Desk.' No! "Hmmm," Moody says as he pulls his wand away from me. The curse releasing me. "Not even a flinch? You're very peculiar Miss Cultven." I bow and step back from the middle of the room. "You've been under the curse before?"

"I've been put through rigorous training Professor Moody," I admit, "it was a thing I was forced to learn. Comes in handy." He raise a brow as I grab my bag and wave to the group. Leaving as I should of done in the first place.