(A/N: If you've been reading for a while, you'll notice a few things change in the plot, but nothing too drastic. The old chapters will be unpublished as soon as I finish the story rewrite.)

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It was no surprise to anyone that by the night had ended, Y/N and Draco Malfoy were already the talk of the whole Slytherin house. Well... Almost all. Not every Slytherin agreed with the Malfoy's ethics but it was a great chunk. So it was also no surprise that by the time their first classes rolled out, the twins had no problem in finding people to sit with, other than each other of course.

Class had already started with Harry nowhere to be seen. You'd expect as much since Y/N had been sorted out in a different house to him, but Transfiguration was a class shared with Gryffindors. Y/N sat next to Draco before pulling his book and quill out. The professor was still yet nowhere to be seen, but the class had already began working, copying down what was written on the chalkboard. It was quiet. So quiet that the only thing that could be heard was the breathing of the other students. It was odd for students to be so well-behaved without a professor in sight but perhaps it was due to it being the first day. It's not easy to get comfortable in a new place. Y/N took this time to assess his surroundings. There were many familiar faces, people he had met through his family's connections. On the table beside him sat Granger. Hermione Granger. The name had stuck. The younger twin wasn't one to remember the names of unimportant people. Unimportant to him meant people with no title. No fame. It was his father's teaching. Only remember those who would prove you useful. But her name stuck. Why? Y/N forced himself to believe that it was because she had made a powerful introduction. Talent. That was all. He shook his thoughts away, forcing his gaze to drift off. It landed on the Professor's desk where a cat sat. Another odd thing in this class. Were pets even allowed in classes? That's when it hit him... The cat was-

The loud creaking of the gigantic doors cut his thoughts short. In fact, it caught everyone's attentions. Y/N immediately recognized who had just barged in, running to the front. It was none other than Harry Potter and the Weasley.

"Made it!" The ginger panted, clutching his book under his arm.

"Could you imagine the look on old McGonagall's face if we were late?"

Harry didn't utter a word. Neither did the rest of the class. Y/N knew there were in for a surprise. Speaking of, the cat that Y/N had observed before it leaped from its spot, quickly transforming into the professor herself. Y/N watched as Weasley's mouth dropped along with Harry's. The rest of the class kept quiet, if anyone had been paying attention to the chalkboard, they'd know what had happened. The professor stared blankly at the Weasley. Unimpressed.

"Thank you for that assessment, Mr. Weasley." Professor McGonagall spoke sarcastically through her shaking voice.

Y/N wanted to give the Weasley's the benefit of the doubt. Just because they are poorly thought of by his father and poor, didn't mean they'd be bad people. They are still pure-bloods after all. But Ronald Weasley was not giving the best image right now.

"Perhaps, it would be more useful if I were to transfigure Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way, one of you may be on time." The professor suggested to the two boys, Y/N continued to watch.

"We got lost." Harry nearly stuttered, finally speaking up.

"Then perhaps a map? I trust you don't need one to find your seats." This professor had many comebacks, Y/N knew he'd end up looking up to her.

With that, the professor made her way to the front of the class, ending the two boy's embarrassments. They kept their heads down for the rest of the class. Y/N thought it best to not interact with the two. For now, at least.

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"There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class." In came Professor Snape, the professor whom Draco admired the most, head of Slytherin.

Y/N was sat in between Harry and Hermione, Weasley next to her. Draco sat with his own crowd, in between Crabbe and Goyle. The twins grew up basically attached to each other's sides, it was time for them to grow as their own person perhaps.

"...As such, I don't expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion-making. However, for those select few..." Professor Snape continued speaking before cutting himself off short, making eye-contact with both twins.

"...who possess the predisposition... I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses... I can tell you how to bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death."

The blue-eyed blonde paid extra attention in this class. His father had advised him to be in specially good terms with Snape. However, Y/N did not particularly like the way the professor paused in each and every sentence.

"Then again, maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough..." Professor Snape's attention was caught by Harry.

Y/N worried for his friend who wrote down notes from the professor's speech. It wasn't a bad thing to do by no means, but most professors preferred you listened attentively. Y/N didn't want to risk getting himself into trouble. No huge bond was made through the two yet, he needn't risk his own hide for anyone else. That was the Malfoy way. Specially not for a Gryffindor.

"...to NOT. PAY. ATTENTION!" Snape glared at Harry who still took no notice.

Y/N's conscience finally got to him, nudging harry slightly. Harry placed his quill back into the ink before looking up. His eyes widened. Y/N sighed. Here we go.

"Mr. Potter." Snape's robes followed behind him as he got closer, his voice filled with spite.

Harry stared back, keeping eye-contact with the older man. Y/N swore he looked as if he had peed himself. He could hear Weasley's loud gulp from where he sat.

"Our new celebrity."

Harry tried not to blink.

"Tell me, what would I get if I added powered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood?"

It was fair of Harry not to know the answer, it was their first potions class after all, anyone would've been stumped. Anyone except for of course, Y/N. And to his surprise, a hand shot up along with a slight gasp. It was her again. Hermione Granger. He repeated the name in his head. Internal conflicts were a common reoccurrence every time that name came up. She knew every answer, read every book. She was like him. Except for that fact she was a muggle.

Harry and Hermione looked at each other. Harry seemed to be defeated whilst Hermione was as eager as ever. The raven-haired boy looked back up at Snape before shaking his head.

"You don't know?" Snape confirmed.

"Well, let's try again. Where, Mr. Potter, would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar?"

Now this was completely unfair. But Y/N knew this behavior well. Often shown in his own household, showing off your knowledge and someone else's lack of it to boost your own pride. His father often did that at gatherings.

"I don't know, sir." Harry's quiet voice rang through Y/N's head.

Could the Malfoy really be feeling bad at the moment? Y/N furrowed his eyebrows. 'Stick to your status, Y/N.' He repeated in his head. 'You are your father's pride.'

"And what is the difference between monkshood and wolfsbane?" Snape continued relentlessly.

Y/N could hear Draco's snickers. Hermione's hand raised higher, unable to keep herself seated in her chair. Could the girl not read the room? Y/N shook his head.

"I don't kno-"

"They're the same plant, sir." Y/N cut Harry off.

The mental battle in his head was over. A truce was made and his reasoning was that Harry Potter is who he is. Harry Potter. A connection with him was surely going to make his father proud. Y/N made constant excuses for his actions.

Snape turned to look at Y/N who stared right back at him. Y/N didn't back down. He stared confidently, causing Snape to surrender. He looked back to Harry, the easier target.

"Clearly, fame isn't everything... Is it, Mr. Potter?" Snape's words rang through the whole room, gathering more snickers from Draco.

"Clearly, Y/N and Hermione know!" Sass laced every word that came out of Harry, perhaps all he needed was a friend to stand up for him to stand up on his own.

Y/N bit his lip, fighting off a smile that threatened to paint his lips. He no longer regretted his actions. This was amusing.

"Seems a pity not to ask them!"

Giggles filled the empty room, Hermione's hand remained still in the air. Y/N took a glance at Draco who smirked.

"Silence." Snape's authority did just that, the whole room was still.

The tension between Harry and Snape was obvious through the room. The professor made his way closer, he was clearly not backing down.

"Put your hand down, you silly girl!" The comment was uncalled for, Hermione was just a girl.

Y/N's slight smile had completely disappeared. He eyed the girl who seemed dejected before looking back at the scene. Snape had pulled over a chair, he was now eye-level to Harry. Here it comes.

"For your information, Potter. Asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful, it is known as the Draught of the Living Dead. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach of a goat and it will save you from most poisons. As for monkshood and wolfsbane, they are indeed the same plant, which also goes by the name of aconite. Clearly, you could learn a few things from Mr. Malfoy." Snape spoke each word with so much spite, Y/N thought it resembled a snake's venom.

"Well, why aren't you all copying this down?!"

Each and every student scrambled to grab their quills and open their books. Snape finally made his way back to his desk, he had won the battle against a child. Y/N thought it was nothing to be proud of.

"And Gryffindor's... note that five points will be taken from your house... For your classmate's cheek."

"And what about Malfoy?!" Weasley's voice blurted out.

Y/N thought it was absolutely foolish of him to be speaking out of turn, specially after what Harry had just had to go through.

"He was correct, was he not? Five more points." Snape sassed.

The blonde felt a sense of pride. Sure his friend was done over, but an accomplishment is an accomplishment.

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Things were finally lively again as everyone sat in their respective seats. Y/N, of course sat with the Slytherin's next to his brother. It was a free period and most people had begun studying on their own. The crowd around Y/N and his brother though? Were doing far from that. Pure-blood families, wealthy ones, all were the same. If a child goes to a school, your family expects you to help them build connections. It's not something that's usually said out loud but it's the easiest way into making your parents proud. Y/N and Draco didn't struggle with this. Their family was one of the most respected. Though whilst Draco enjoyed all the attention, it disgusted Y/N. With a family as a respected as theirs, how do you know who's being genuine or not? You don't. Which is why Y/N enjoyed being friends with Harry. He proved by being friends with Ron that your status is nothing to him. But Y/N still hesitated. His father would have no problem with him being with Harry. The people Harry surrounds himself with though? Huge problem.

As always, the only thing to cut Y/N's thoughts off was through another force. An explosion rang out through the hall. The boy noticed how often this happened. And which house was the one to cause them. Y/N's eyes darted towards the sound. To no one's surprise, it was a Gryffindor yet again messing up another spell. Most of the students in the hall burst into laughter until the sounds of screeching interrupted.

"Mail!" Draco's enthusiastic voice sang.

Y/N looked up to see he was right. A multitude of owls filled the sky, dropping parcels and letters to each student. Y/N was no exception, he caught a parcel delivered to him. Draco caught a similar sized one.

"Mum?" Draco entered Y/N's view, confirming who the parcel was from.

Y/N nodded.

"Dad?" Y/N questioned the same.

This time, Draco had nodded. It wasn't a secret that one twin was a mummy's boy and the other was a daddy's. And their parents put in no effort to hide it either. Of course, both parents adored their children. They had just had different bonds. It had always been this way though, so neither child felt hurt or anything. In fact, they preferred it this way. They never had to fight for attention.

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"Welcome to your first flying lesson!" An eccentric looking professor spoke confidently with a smile.

A yawn escaped Y/N's lips. He was already bored. There was nothing about flying that he didn't know about. The large and lonely mansion he and his brother grew up with had its own quidditch pitch after all. And being a kid, flying was one of the most exciting things to do.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick." The yellow-eyed professor instructed, putting each of her hands to her hips.

Y/N wasted no time in doing so. Finally they were going to get some action.

"Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say, 'Up'."

The students all did as instructed, repeating the word over and over to avail. Except for Y/N and Harry who got it first try. Draco did it on his second try.

"Rusty?" Y/N giggled at his brother.

Draco tried to scoff but was cut off by his own smile, elbowing Y/N's side playfully, causing him to drop his broom. Y/N whispered the word to get his broom back up in order not to get in trouble.

"For being the smart one, you're sometimes really stupid." Draco laughed at his brother, earning himself a punch on the shoulder.

"At least I'm not always stupid, like you! Plus, I'm also the handsome one." Y/N said half jokingly, he was handsome and he knew it.

Y/N Malfoy, the only man who can banter with Draco Malfoy without getting tormented for the rest of his life. The Malfoy twins had a bond that can't be broken.

Looking around, most of the class still hadn't been able to get their brooms up. Y/N took this time to study Harry who coincidentally was staring right at him. He shot him a bright smile to which Harry returned. Next to him, Ron had finally gotten his broom to go up but instead of catching it, it went right into his face triggering a loud laughter from the twins.

"Ah, shut up!" Ron glared at the two, completely ignoring that Harry, who was stood right next to him, was also laughing.

Y/N couldn't help but glance towards Hermione Granger. Her again. For some reason he subconsciously searched for her in every class. Perhaps it was the disappointment he felt when learning she wasn't a pureblood. He knew that if it weren't for their blood, he would've liked being friends with her.

"Now!" The professor, now known as Professor Hooch, snapped Y/N back out of his thoughts.

"Once you've got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight, you don't wanna be sliding off the end."

Everyone did just that, Y/N was almost ready to fly off until the professor continued on.

"When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment then lead forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle."

Y/N gripped his broom, bustling with excitement. The feeling of flying was just the best, with the wind blowing and the views you'd get.

"Three."

He lowered his body.

"Two."

The twins shared a glance, grins on both their faces.

Without a 'one', the professor blew the whistle. Y/N was just about to take off, no longer able to hold himself when a student flew up, obviously not on purpose. A frustrated sigh escaped Y/N's lips. Of course it was a Gryffindor AGAIN. No one was able to lift off after the student, started floating away. Must they ruin everything for Y/N?

"Mr. Longbottom!" Professor Hooch yelled as the boy began flying off.

"Down! Down!" Longbottom cried out desperately, it almost made Y/N feel bad.

Draco on the other hand was having the time of his life, clutching his stomach and laughing his heart out whilst the poor boy flew in circles in the air. Another mental battle in his head. Why wasn't the professor immediately flying after the boy? Should he risk getting in trouble for him? This time, Y/N wasn't forced to make a decision because Longbottom began flying right towards him.

"Careful, baby brother!" Draco yanked Y/N out of the way as everyone ran off.

"You're only a few minutes older!" Y/N complained before thanking him nonetheless.

Longbottom shot right past the crowd before flying up into the air once more, eventually his robes got caught onto a statue's spear, causing his broom to fly off without him. Y/N unknowingly let out a sigh of relief when Longbottom seemed to be okay up there until his robes ripped again, causing him to fall right down with a thud. Y/N winced.

"Everyone out of the way!" Professor Hooch pushed through the students that surrounded the young boy.

Everyone kept their distance from the boy now laying motionless on the ground. No one uttered a word. The professor ran to pick Longbottom up whom finally made a sound. She cooed him.

"Oh, dear, it's a broken wrist. Poor boy. Come on now, up you get." She helped him up.

Y/N watched as Draco drop down, not paying attention.

"Draco." Y/N warned him.

The two had been zoned out from the main scene.

"What?" Draco spat out, smirking at the item in his hand.

Now, Y/N would've left Draco alone if he didn't know that the item belonged to Longbottom. He knew this wouldn't go well. Despite growing up the exact same way, Draco had always been a little cruel. Pride is one thing, bullying is something else.

"If I see a single broom in the air... the one riding it will find themselves out of Hogwarts before they can say 'Quidditch'." Professor Hooch threatened whilst making her way out of the field with Neville.

"Did you see his face?" Draco mocked in front of the other students.

"Maybe if the fat lump had given this a squeeze, he'd have remembered to fall on his fat arse."

A few of the students laughed along with Draco. Y/N groaned. 'My brother, my responsibility.' The two of them had that tattooed in their brains.

"Give it here, Malfoy!" Harry spoke, standing up for his fellow Gryffindor.

"No! I think I'll leave it somewhere for Longbottom to find." Draco spat out with a smirk, throwing the Remembrall into the air before catching it.

"Draco." Y/N called out once more, hoping to get through to his brother.

"Just a bit of fun, brother." Draco poked his tongue out before floating off on his broom with ease.

Y/N clicked his tongue, did he really have to get involved? If Harry hadn't butted in, Y/N was sure he could've talked some sense into Draco. But Draco had been a bit salty since Harry had rejected his friendship. That wasn't something a Malfoy would offer to just anyone, so his pride had been harmed.

"What's the matter, Potter? Bit out of your reach?" The twin mocked from the sky, Draco had been flying with one hand, showing off his talent.

Harry glared at Draco before mounting his own broom. Y/N wasn't sure if Harry was being brave or stupid. Perhaps both. That seemed to be a Gryffindor trait.

"Harry, no way! You heard what Madam Hooch said! Besides, you don't even know how to fly!" Apparently Y/N wasn't allowed to have an original thought since Hermione had the same one.

Harry took off before Hermione could even finish her sentence. Y/N looked at Hermione, sharing a look.

"What. An-" The bushy haired-girl started.

"Idiot." The blonde finished before facepalming.

Y/N mounted his own broom, taking off after Harry. He was sure that Draco could handle himself but Harry on the other hand? The boy who lived was known to have lived as a Muggle, there was just no way he knew how to fly properly. Seeing a friend get hurt was not on his bucket list.

"Give it here or I'll knock you off your broom!" Harry practically yelled whilst zooming towards the older twin.

Draco didn't seem phased at all. He continued to play with the glass ball, smirking playfully at Harry.

"Is that so?" The boy spoke, raising an eyebrow.

Harry tried to reach for the ball in Draco's hand but completely missed due to Draco spinning on his broom. Where was Y/N while all this was happening, you might ask? Quite literally just there. The 11 year old had no idea whether to try and grab the ball or to try and get Harry out of the air. The two other boys proved to be just as stubborn as each other.

"Have it your way, then." Draco snickered, throwing the Remembrall, clearly not caring for the state of the item.

Harry almost immediately dashed past Draco to grab it. His carelessness or lack of flying experience had knocked Draco off of his broom, causing him to land the same fate as Longbottom. Falling.

"Y/N!" Draco shouted for his brother who had almost immediately started diving down to catch him.

There was no other thought in his head. The Remembrall didn't matter. It was the safety of his beloved brother.

"Draco!" Y/N shouted back, clenching his teeth.

He practically hugged his broom, trying to overtake the falling boy. All the Quidditch practice had paid off because soon enough, he had overtaken Draco, getting under him just as he hit the ground. The impact had made the two roll across the field, causing them to grunt in pain. Draco remained speechless, being the first to stand up, dusting himself off.

"You're an idiot! You could've gotten hurt!" Y/N exclaimed, all of his worry for Harry had been long gone by now.

"But you were there." Draco spoke with a smile.

The truth was that Draco always believed Y/N would be there for him. No matter what. They were brothers in more than name.

By the time both twins had stood up, a few students had gathered around them, mostly Slytherins... And a certain brunette. Not that Y/N searched for her in the crowd or anything.

After a few 'Are you okay?''s and 'I'm alright''s, Harry had made it back onto the ground. Most of the students cheered and clapped for him. They treated him as if he was a hero returning from war, which, to the 11 year old's, was basically the same thing.

"Harry Potter! Follow me!" Uh oh, Professor McGonagall had returned.

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"Seeker?! But first years never make their house teams!" Ron exclaim in shock.

He, Harry and Y/N all clutched their books under their arms, having just gotten out of class. Much bickering had often occurred when Ron and Y/N were left alone, that's why as soon as Harry returned from speaking with Professor McGonagall, he had to be in the middle of them.

"You must be the youngest Quidditch player in..."

"A century, according to McGonagall." The raven haired boy cut the ginger off, beaming with pride.

Just as Y/N was about to speak, two tall figures approached them. Ginger. Must be the Weasley twins. Draco described them as "The poorer, less handsome version of us.".

"Hey! Well done, Harry. Wood's just told us!" Y/N wasn't sure which twin was speaking, but he thought it was rude that they had completely taken his spot next to Harry.

"Fred and George are on the team too. Beaters." Ron spoke up, pushing his other brother to the side.

It suited them, being beaters. He was pretty sure that those twins bullied a few Slytherin students in Y/N's year. Rumor was that they'd play it off as pranks, but to single out Slytherin students seemed targeted. At least Draco picked on all the house members which wasn't any better but if you're going to bully, at least do it to everyone. The Malfoy mindset.

"What's a Slytherin doing with you anyways?" The mention of his house had snapped Y/N back into the conversation.

"He's my friend." Harry grabbed Y/N by the arm, dragging him away from the red-headed twins.

Y/N didn't bother to fight the smile that was plastered onto his face. It was nice to be called a friend. Until he noticed the scared expression on Harry's face. What had the two put into his head?

"Quidditch is the best game, Draco and I play it all the time." Y/N patted Harry's back in an effort to comfort him.

"It's great! And you'll be great too!" Ron added.

"But I've never even played Quidditch." Harry frowned, his confidence had been taken by the Weasley twins.

"What if I made a fool of myself?"

"You won't make a fool of yourself. It's in your blood!" Y/N jumped, recognizing the voice.

He held his hand over his heart, dramatically gasping for air.

"Bloody hell! Where did you come from, Granger?!" Y/N was right to ask, one minute she wasn't there and the next she was right next to him.

"Calm down, Malfoy number two." Hermione rolled her eyes, refusing to even make eye-contact with the boy.

"Number two?!" Y/N gasped as if it was the most insulting thing he had ever heard.

"I'm obviously number one!"

The blue-eyed boy flashed his signature smile. Clearly that didn't work on her, she simply rolled her eyes once more, leading the trio of boys down a hallway. Y/N wondered why he even tried that. Both of them seemed to dislike each other. A Malfoy couldn't be friends with a Muggle-born anyways.

"See there?" Hermione pointed at an encased trophy.

It was engraved with the name 'James Potter'. Y/N recognized the name. He was sure his father had mentioned him at least once.

"Woah! Harry, you never told me your father was a seeker too!" Ron admired the trophy, his eyes wide with shock.

"I... Didn't know..." Harry was just as in shock as Ron but instead smiled at the remembrance of his father.

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Y/N walked with the other three to their common rooms, wanting to spend more time with his own friends before having to socialize with the other students. True, he loved attention, he just hated the fakeness that came with it. He walked whilst reading a book.

"I'm telling you, it's spooky! She knows more about you than you do!" Ron always seemed to speak with exclamation marks.

"Who doesn't?" Y/N defended, keeping his eyes locked onto his book.

"Stop being a prick."

Ron never seemed to care about how people other than him felt. It was selfish, even Y/N could see that. Hermione had been walking behind them and yet he still spoke ill of her.

Just as Ron was about to spit something back, the stairs had begun to move, prompting Y/N to close his book. Harry and Ron immediately grabbed onto the railings whilst Hermione had seemingly lost her balance. Y/N fortunately managed to catch her by the waist, causing the two to share eye-contact.

"Thanks!" Hermione squeaked out, averting her eyes as soon as they met.

"Scared you'll fall for my handsome looks, Granger?" Y/N teased, making sure she was stable before letting her go.

Just because they can't be friends, didn't mean he couldn't be tease her, right? He found joy in teasing the bushy haired girl, he couldn't help it. She gave the best reactions.

"Scared of getting nightmares of it, actually." Hermione spat out, holding onto Y/N's arm for balance.

Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at her words in comparison to her actions. Sure, his arm was closer than the railings, but for two people that were meant to hate each other. You'd think they'd rather die than cling to each other.

"You wound me, Granger." Y/N faked a pained voice, holding his free hand over his heart.

"What's happening?!" Harry called out to the two who seemed to be in their own world.

"The staircases change, remember?" Hermione reminded them, still clutching onto Y/N.

Her grip on him had only loosened when the stairs snapped into place, finally stopping. There was only one way to go and it was through a closed door.

"Let's go this way." Harry led the group towards the door, opening it.

"Before the staircase moves again." Ron grumbled before following the rest of the group through it.

The room they entered was cold and dark. It didn't seem like a hallway they were supposed to be in. Cobwebs filled the whole room and the only sound that could be heard was the echoing of their own footsteps.

"Does feel like we shouldn't be here?" Captain Obvious' voice shivered.

"We're not SUPPOSED to be here." Hermione replied, she obviously knew where they were as soon as they stepped in.

"This is the third floor, it's forbidden."

Before anyone else could speak up, a torch suddenly lit itself, spooking the quartet.

"Let's go!" Harry instructed as soon as the flame emerged.

Everyone had the same idea, immediately turning around to leave only to be stopped by a cat in their path. Y/N and Hermione recognized it almost instantly.

"It's Filch's cat!" The two whisper-yelled in sync.

"Run!" Harry began leading the quartet once more.

To be caught by Filch was basically a prison sentence. That man was the most bitter person Y/N had ever interacted with. With every step the group made, a new torch would light itself. It was scary, but at least they didn't need to sprint through in the dark.

"Quick! Let's hide through that door!" Harry squeaked, making a bee-line for the first door in their path.

He tried opening it multiple times only to find that;

"It's locked!" Harry yelled in desperation, to him, they had no chance of escaping.

"Oh, move over!" Hermione pushed between Harry and Ron, clearly frustrated.

"Alohomora." The bright girl casted after pulling out her wand.

"Standard book of spells." Y/N informed the two shocked boys before following the brunette.

"Chapter Seven." Hermione added.

A voice echoed down the halls, making all four of them shut their mouths. Not a squeak came out of them. It was nerve wrecking to say the least. They remained still, even going so far as to holding their breaths until he was gone.

"Filch is gone." Hermione confirmed, peeping through the keyhole of the door.

"Probably thinks this door's locked." Ron stated the obvious again, looking around the room.

"It WAS locked." Hermione reminded him as they walked towards the other two boys.

"And for good reason..." Harry tried his best to whisper, unable to take his eyes off what laid in front of them.

Y/N gulped. He had only seen this type of beast in books. A three-headed dog. Just their luck, the dog slowly rose from its sleep. Despite his fear initially, once the dog had opened its eyes, Y/N found it rather... cute? Unlike Y/N, the other three practically screamed their heads off before sprinting out the door, Harry had to pull Y/N by the hood to get away and it took all four of them to hold the door shut when the dog tried to follow them out. Only once they had made sure the door was locked did they start to jog away.

"What do they think they're doing?! Keeping a thing like that locked up in a school!" Ron complained, panting.

"You don't use your eyes, do you?!" Hermione sassed him, Y/N would agree.

"Didn't you see what it was standing on?!"

"I wasn't looking at its feet! I was a bit preoccupied with its heads!" Ron snapped back, his voice raised higher in pitch with each word.

"Or maybe you didn't notice! There were three!"

"No, Granger was right. It was guarding something... Beyond a trap door." Y/N recalled, defending Hermione once more.

"Guarding something?" Harry questioned, he furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head.

"That's right. Now, if you three don't mind, I'm going to bed before any of you come up with another clever idea to get us killed. Or worse. Expelled." Hermione spat out with no hesitation in her voice, immediately walking into their common room after finishing.

Despite what had just happened, Y/N couldn't help but chuckle at her words. Was being expelled really worse than dying for the bushy-haired girl? She was definitely very un-cute.

"She needs to sort out her priorities." Ron shook his head.

"Tell me about it." Y/N exhaled out a laugh, for once agreeing with the ginger.

Maybe he didn't need to avoid the Muggle-born. Interacting with her and hearing her out proved to be the best way to cure his boredom.

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(A/N: Hopefully nothing was confusing. I lowkey forgot a lot half-way through writing this rewrite. Also sorry if there are any grammar mistakes, it is 6am, I cannot be bothered to proof-read.)