~(Y/N) POV~
When we arrive at Hogwarts, Draco and I go straight to our dorm rooms to unpack. I have to meet him in ten minutes to discuss our plan.
I finish filling up my closet and head to the common room.
"Hey, Crabbe, hey, Goyle." I smile and sit on the couch across from them.
"Hey (y/n), what's up?" Goyle asks.
"I'm waiting for Draco." I respond.
"When are we going to dinner? I'm starving!" Crabbe groans.
"Crabbe, must everything be about food with you?" Goyle mumbles.
"What did you do with Gregory Goyle?" I chuckle.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He shoots me a dirty look.
"Don't pretend you're not all about food as well." I say.
"I've gotten better." He defends.
"I suppose."
Draco jumps next to me on the green couch.
"What did you want to talk about? I thought we already covered everything on the train." I turn and sit crisscross on the couch to face him.
"Nothing, I just wanted you to go talk to them." He answers.
"I already knew that part of the plan, dummy."
"I meant, like at dinner. Go sit with them." He laughs.
"Nope. Not happening."
"Come on? For me?"
"You're kidding, right? People need to be afraid of us, Draco! If they see me willingly sit at the Gryffindor table, they'd think I've gone soft." I stare at the green flames in the fireplace.
"Just bully Nevil or something while you're there." He rolls his eyes.
"I'd rather bully Percy."
"He's a prefect. Do you want a detention?"
"No."
"Please?" He gives me puppy dog eyes.
"Fine. But if I tarnish my reputation, I'm taking yours down with me." I smile brightly.
"That's my girl. Let's get to dinner." He stands up and starts walking to the door.
I feel my cheeks glow red. 'What's wrong with you?' I think to myself. Draco doesn't seem to notice, so I walk next to him out of the room. I clap my hands, and Crabbe and Goyle rush out of their seats to follow us.
On the way down to the great hall, the four of us run into Nevil.
'This isn't going to end well,' I think to myself.
He tries to scurry ahead of us to the dining hall, but Draco grabs him by the hood.
"Now, what do we have here? Longbottom?" He snickers.
"It appears so." I grin.
"Do you know any fun little spells (y/n)?" Draco asks mischievously.
"None that I can think of at the moment." I tap my chin.
"Do the leg-locker curse!" Crabbe laughs.
"I don't know it." Draco rolls his eyes.
"We both know it, Draco. We read the Dark Arts spellbook Curses and Counter Curses in your library. By Vindictus Viridian?" I remind him.
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Twisted (Year 1)
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