(A/N/ Hey... It's been a while...)

It was a cloudy day, the sun barely peeked out to say hello but alas, the game must go on. A Quidditch game between Gryffindor and Slytherin. This match was so highly anticipated by all Quidditch fans that even the Malfoy twin's father had come to watch. Obviously, Slytherin was winning, anyone could tell by the cocky smirk on Y/N's pale face. 

"Another goal for Slytherin!" The student in charge of keeping score yelled through a device.

"They leave Gryffindor 90 to 30!"

Y/N's eyes immediately locked onto his brother who cheered with his teammates. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his face upon seeing his brother's joy. To make it better, Draco made eye-contact with his brother despite the huge crowd and distance between them. He threw up a thumbs up which Y/N returned.

"Yeah!!! Kick their asses!" Y/N screamed enthusiastically, leaning on the railings and nearly knocking Ron over.

"Hey!" Ron snapped, glaring at the blonde.

"Why're you on this side anyways?!"

Y/N squinted his eyes at Ron, as if to say that the reason was obvious.

"To rub it in your face?" He spoke sarcastically, giving Ron a face of disgust.

The ginger opened his mouth to speak but immediately shut it when Hermione grabbed both boys by the ears. She hated it when she was left with both boys. Their endless bickering ruined all of her peace, not that there was much of that when at a Quidditch game.

The match continued but Y/N's gaze was entirely captured by his brother. The only way for Gryffindor to catch up at this rate was if Harry caught the Golden Snitch, which meant it was a standoff between Draco and Harry. And Y/N knew that both boys would stop at nothing to achieve what they wanted. Despite their hate for each other, they had so much more in common that they'd admit. 

The Golden Snitch was no where yet in sight, however, something else caught the boys' attentions. A Bludger came rushing at Harry, full speed before smashing into Oliver Wood's broom. This wasn't a concern until the Bludger began chasing Harry and ONLY Harry at full speed across the whole field. That was the only thing that stole Y/N's attention from his brother.

"Blimey! Harry's got himself a rogue Bludger!" Hagrid exclaime, looking through his binoculars. 

"That's been tampered with, that has!" 

Before Y/N and Hermione could even reply with anything, Ron had already reached for his wand, aiming at Harry with determination written all over his face. Y/N was quick to reach over, pulling Ron's arm down.

"Are you serious?!" Y/N asked half sarcastically.

Surely Ron wasn't thick enough to try and help Harry from the distance they were at, let alone with a broken wand.

"What?! You're fine with Harry getting hurt?!" Ron questioned him as he flicked Y/N's hand away.

"Even with a proper wand, it's too risky." Hermione spoke up for the first time in a while, scolding Ron.

"You could hit Harry, Y/N is just as concerned as you are."

All the trio could do was watch as Harry dashed around the stands with his broom, the Bludger destroying everything in it's path. Y/N's anxious eyes darted around in search for his brother. To his relief, Draco also watched Harry with a smile. His anxiousness only grew when Harry and Draco somehow found the time to start arguing in the middle field when Harry suddenly started flying away from him. Y/N squinted, trying to focus his eyes at whatever Harry flew towards and there it was. The Golden Snitch. Draco wasted no time in catching up, almost immediately getting ahead of Harry. Though worried, Y/N's pride began bursting once more. Of course there was no one their age that could beat Draco in flying, other than him, of course.

Before anything could happen, both Draco and Harry flew under the stands, away from everyone's view.

"I hope they're both alright..." Y/N muttered under his breath, tightening his grip on the railings as he leaned closer to get a better look.

The two eventually emerged, with Harry first, but Y/N didn't pay attention. He sat there waiting for a certain blonde to appear. And then he did, but not in the way Y/N had hoped. Draco came out flying off of his broom.

"Draco!" Y/N yelled for his twin, gripping the railings even tighter before preparing to jump off.

"Y/N, you can't!" Hermione yelled, holding the boy down.

She was right. Jumping off the tall ledge would only end with him also getting hurt, but what else could the boy do? Y/N let go of the wooden railings, looking at Hermione in the eyes once. Nothing else escaped the bushy-haired girl's lips, but Y/N could tell she had at least a little bit of concern in her eyes for his brother. Y/N turned back, but not before noticing the black marks on the railings right where his hands were placed. He didn't spend too long dwelling on it, his brother's yells reached his ears. Despite the loud crowds, his voice was always the loudest. Y/N bit his lip as he watched Draco tumble along the grass. Y/N glanced at his dad. He didn't look as concerned.

"Harry Potter was caught the Snitch! Gryffindor wins!" The announcer called out.

The game was over. Y/N stared down at the field, seeing Harry had also fallen off of his broom, he wasted no time in pushing through the crowd to get down to them.

"Y/N-" Draco had just stood up when he noticed his brother running at him at full speed, eventually cutting him off with a hug.

"I'm glad you're okay." Y/N mumbled, tightening his hold on his twin before letting go.

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. His eyes glistened. He looked as if he was going to cry. Y/N cleared his throat, regaining his composure. He forced a teasing smirk on his face.

"What? You're gonna cry? Too emotional?" Y/N teased, his personality going back to normal.

"No!" Draco snapped, also returning to his usual persona.

"You just hugged me so tight, if my bones didn't break before, you certainly broke them now!"

"Sorry, dear brother." Y/N chuckled.

"I was worried your ugly face would get even uglier."

There they were. The Malfoy twins were back. No more tension.

"I'm sorry for making you angry." Draco mumbled so quietly, Y/N wasn't even sure if he heard him right.

Y/N glanced towards Hermione who checked on Harry with Ron. She was the very person he was angry for. A sigh escaped his lips. Why was he even so angry? And why did he feel so protective? Over her?

"It's okay." Y/N spoke before looking back at Draco.

At first glance, you'd think the two were grown adults making up.

"That's what we were taught." Y/N added, nodding at his own statement.

Not one word was false. Malfoys were raised to hold their heads higher than Muggle-borns and anyone less than Pureblood.

"But apologize to Granger."

And there was the catch. Draco let out a dramatic gasp.

"You want me? To apologize to a Mudbl-" Draco cut himself off upon seeing the change in Y/N's eyes when he started the word.

"I'll think about it." He sighed.

Those words were almost magic to Y/N. The fact that Draco "Daddy's Boy" Malfoy would even think about it was a huge improvement. Y/N clasped his hands behind his back, now smiling brightly. He watched as Draco was escorted away by the older Slytherin's, probably towards the infirmary.

Happily, Y/N skipped over to his Gryffindor friends, eyes closed and all.

"Ew." Y/N grimaced upon opening his eyes to see Harry's arm all jelly-like.

"What happened here?"

Y/N folded his arms in front of him, staring down at the mini crowd that crouched around Harry. He scanned around until seeing the culprit. Lockhart.

"Still in love with him, Granger?" Y/N teased as he crouched down beside her.

"Stop it." Hermione rolled her eyes at him before playfully hitting his shoulder.

Y/N "Dramatic" Malfoy yelped in pain, launching himself backwards. He now sat on his bottom. Hermione paid no attention to the boy. Y/N pressed his lips together before sitting back up.

"Yes, well... That can sometimes happen..." Lockhart blurted out, clutching Harry's arm in his hands.

"But uhm... The point is, you can no longer feel any pain, and, very clearly, the bones are not broken."

Lockhart bent Harry's arm around, almost playing with it. Y/N scrunched up his face with every noise his arm made. It sounded... Squishy.

"Broken?! There's no bones left!" Hagrid exclaimed angrily.

"Much more flexible, though." Lockhart continued playing with Harry's arm.

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"Mr. Malfoy, stop making such a fuss! You can go!" Madam Pomfrey scolding the moaning boy as she speed-ran towards Harry's bed.

Y/N walked inside the Hospital Wing, hands behind his back. Draco had a few Slytherin students around him, believing he was still hurt. But Y/N knew better. Knowing him for 12 years, he knew everything that went on.

"Draco, drop the act." Y/N stood at the end of Draco's bed with his arms folded.

"You saw how hard I fell!" Draco exclaimed before clutching his side dramatically, yelping slightly.

"Yeah. Okay." Y/N sighed before turning on his heels.

It was time to see someone who was ACTUALLY still hurt. Y/N stood at the end of Harry's bed this time. Before he could even open his mouth to speak, he was welcomed with a spray of liquid on his face that Harry spat.

"Are you that unhappy to see me?" Y/N groaned, wiping his face with his hands.

That was disgusting. So disgusting that Y/N stared at his hand in shock. Frozen.

"Here, Y/N." Hermione spoke softly, coming to Y/N's rescue by handing him a small pink handkerchief, decorated with strawberries.

"Thanks, Granger. You haven't finally fallen for me, have you?" Y/N smirked before wiping his face.

He spoke with a certain confidence that turned the brunette's face pink.

"Shut your mouth before I take that back." Hermione growled with a glare as she reached to take back the handkerchief.

"No!" Y/N yelped a little too loud for his liking, jerking the piece of cloth away.

Y/N cleared his throat before speaking.

"I mean. I still have to wipe my face." 

In an attempt to hide the smile that had snuck onto his face, he wiped more than he should've. He loved seeing her flustered. He wasn't sure if it was due to the fact that it was the easiest way to win against her or the way her face looked so adorable when she'd get angry. Harry and Ron's accusations towards the blonde had left them getting closer than they expected.

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"Harry." Y/N whispered upon entering the Hospital Wing again, this time, at night.

"Y/N?" Harry shot up from his bed at the sound of his voice.

Y/N carefully made his way across the nearly empty room before making it to Harry's side. An awkward silence filled the air as the two boys stared at each other awkwardly.

"How are you feeling?" Y/N spoke up first, though sounding horribly awkward.

The two boys hadn't found themselves together since the Heir incident. Y/N was obviously hurt by the accusations. After all, he was entirely innocent.

"I'm alright." Harry replied after thinking for a while.

"How did you get in here without getting caught.

"Quite easily." Y/N answered innocently.

He would hide in the shadows whenever anyone got near. Thank goodness for their black robes. And the fact that he often snuck around his giant mansion with Draco whenever they were bored and it was past bedtime.

Silence nestled itself back in. Y/N gulped.

"Harry."/"Y/N." The two boys spoke up at the same time.

Finally, a smiled broke into the two boys' faces before eventually a little giggle. And then another silence.

"You go first." Y/N said after seeing Harry's face turn serious.

"I've been thinking about it all night." The raven-haired boy started.

Another pause.

"I'm sorry for doubting you." Harry finally managed to get out.

Y/N stared at the boy. He was happy to hear that but still a little bit suspicious. Harry spoke up once again after seeing Y/N's conflicted expression.

"Hermione spoke to me."

Aha. There is was.

"She's right. You wouldn't have helped us last year and you wouldn't be helping us now if you really were the Heir."

"It's alright. I get it. I'm a Malfoy, after all." Y/N let out a sigh, messing with his usually perfect hair.

"But you're a good one. At least to me." Harry spoke with a sheepish smile.

"Ronald won't be as accepting as you." Y/N let out another sigh, this one more annoyed.

"He'll come around." Harry reassured, placing a hand on the blonde's arm.

"You'll still help us, right?"

"Of course. You need me, after all. What would you guys do without me?" Y/N said smugly, letting out a light chuckle.

Before Harry could respond, his head jerked up. His smile faded as he looked around the ceiling. Y/N's smile was immediately wiped off of his face, staring up at what Harry was looking at.

"Did you hear that?!" Harry exclaimed, he sounded afraid.

"Hear what?" Y/N's gaze fell back down on the boy.

Y/N tilted his head as Harry slipped his glasses on.

"I think it's going to kill again." Harry's eyes snapped back onto the roof.

"What?" Y/N squinted at nothing.

"Hello!" The two boys jumped at a voice.

An elf now stood at the foot of Harry's bed. He appeared out of nowhere, startling the two.

"Dobby?!" Y/N whisper-yelled, staring at his family's house elf in shock.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Dobby has come to see Harry Potter, Master Y/N." Dobby smiled at Harry before bowing slightly at Y/N.

"To see me?" Harry raised a brow, readjusting his glasses.

"You know Dobby?" Y/N questioned, tilting his head.

"He came to see me. At my house." Harry gave a quick explanation before quickly turning his attention back to the house elf.

"Harry Potter should have listened to Dobby." He said before taking a seat at the tray on Harry's bed.

"Harry Potter should have gone back home when he missed the train!"

"It was you..." Harry stared at the elf in anger.

"You stopped the barrier from letting Ron and me through!"

The raven-haired boy quickly turned to the blonde who stood, staring at Dobby.

"Then, Y/N!" Harry snapped accusingly.

"Did you order him to do that?! Then are you really the Heir?!"

Y/N clicked his tongue, bringing a finger to his lips.

"For goodness sake, Harry. Keep your voice down!" Y/N whispered with anger, glancing at the entry of the wing.

"We just talked about this!"

"No! No!" Dobby interrupted, rubbing his hands together anxiously.

"It was not Master Y/N! It was Dobby! Dobby did it!"

Harry glanced between Y/N and Dobby. Then again.

"You nearly got Ron and me expelled." Harry lowered his voice to a low whisper.

"At least you would be away from here." Dobby spoke with his head down.

"Harry Potter must go home!"

The little house elf hopped off of his seat and walked towards Harry who backed away.

"Dobby thought his Bludger would be enough to make Harry Potter see..."

"Your Bludger? You made that Bludger chase after?!" Harry spat out coldly.

"Dobby feels most aggrieved, sir." Dobby replied, looking guiltier by the minute.

"Dobby had to iron his hands."

He showed off his bleeding hands, messily bandaged. Harry sighed, clenching his jaw. Y/N remained quiet.

"You better clear off before my bones come back, or I might strangle you." Harry threatened, making the house elf jump off the bed and fall on his bottom.

"Dobby." Y/N spoke sternly, glaring at Dobby as he stood back up.

"Dobby is used to death threats, sir." Dobby backed up towards Harry who now stood up.

"Dobby gets them five times a day at home."

"Dobby." Y/N growled once more, raising his voice slightly.

"Harry is my friend. Draco got hurt in your plans of killing Harry."

Y/N knew his family wouldn't order him to do that. Dobby's ironed hands were proof of it.

"Not kill, sir. Never kill him." Dobby squealed, taking a step back with every step forward the two boys took.

"Dobby remembers how it was before Harry Potter triumphed over He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named."

"You listen to my mother's stories?" Y/N took another step closer.

"We house-elves were treated like vermin, sirs. Of course, Dobby is still treated like vermin." Dobby began crying hysterically, using the small rag he called his clothing as a tissue to blow his nose.

"Why do you wear that thing, Dobby?" Harry questioned the dirty piece of cloth.

"It's a mark of the house-elf's enslavement." Y/N answered instead, staring at down at Dobby.

"House-elves are free if their master presents them with clothes. Real clothes. My father scolded Draco and I sternly when we tried to give Dobby a hat for Christmas."

The trio's eyes suddenly darted towards the door with a gasp upon hearing a noise. Dobby yelped, jumping on the bed.

"Listen. Listen!" He motioned for the two boys to get closer with his finger as he hushed his voice down.

"Terrible things are about to happen at Hogwarts, Harry Potter must not stay here now that history is about to repeat itself."

"Repeat itself? You mean this has happened before?" Harry asked, leaning in closer to the anxious elf.

"I shouldn't have said that!" Dobby gasped, clasping his mouth shut.

He looked around before grabbing a small chalice from the tray on the bed. He began to hit himself on the head with it, over and over.

"Bad Dobby! Bad!" He scolded himself.

"Dobby, stop!" Y/N was quick to grab the chalice out of his hands, placing it away from the elf's reach.

Without a warning, Y/N grabbed Dobby by his dirty clothes, speaking in a serious tone. The most serious Harry had ever heard him.

"What did you hear from father?!" Y/N's icy blue eyes almost glowed in the moonlight, making him look colder.

"Dobby cannot say, sir. Master Lucius has ordered me not to. Not even to his sons. Dobby only wants Harry Potter to be safe." Dobby closed one eye, tilting his head away from the blonde.

"No. Dobby, you'll tell me what I need to know." Y/N growled, tightening his grip on the elf.

Dobby let out a squeal before snapping his fingers and disappearing. Y/N turned to speak to Harry but the sound of doors opening and closing made him rush towards a window.

"I'll do my best to get information out of my father if I can, Harry." Y/N said as he opened the window, looking down to check the height.

Harry rushed to get back into his bed.

"Hermione and I will do our best to make the Polyjuice potion." Y/N motioned for Harry to stay in the bed with his hand as he climbed onto the window sill.

Y/N pressed two fingers into his mouth before whistling. He took one last look at Harry who's face screamed 'What are you doing?!'.

"Get well soon."

Before Harry could question him, Y/N had already jumped out of the window. Only Y/N knew what his whistle meant. As he fell down from the window, blue particles began forming under him. With a smile, he tilted his body upwards, staring back at the window he came from to see Harry looking down from the window in shock. Right before Y/N hit the ground, Cepheus had formed properly, catching him flawlessly. Y/N shot a wink at Harry before fixing up his position. He was now standing on Cepheus.

"Well done, Cephy." Y/N praised, planting a little kiss on the phoenix as they flew back up to the window.

Harry quickly settled back into bed. His eyes were locked onto the blonde who stared in from the window. Y/N put a finger to his lips. Harry nodded. Cepheus lowered Y/N down a little, making sure he was hidden enough.

"Put him here." Madam Pomfrey instructed in a rush as Dumbledore entered, lifting a student.

"What happened?"

A few professors stood around the frozen student.

"There's been another attack." Dumbledore spoke with his raspy voice.

"I think he's been Petrified, Madam Pomfrey." Professor McGonagall spoke with concern, she felt nothing but worry for her students.

Y/N sat down cross-legged on Cepheus, leaning closer to the window to hear better.

"Look." Professor McGonagall pointed at a camera in his hands.

"Perhaps he managed to take a picture of his attacker."

Dumbledore reached down, grabbing the camera off of the student's hands. He fiddled with it for a bit before opening it. It exploded in his hands.

"What can this mean, Albus?" Professor McGonagall's head shot up at the Headmaster after a few seconds of shock.

"It means... That our students are in great danger." Dumbledore answered plainly.

"What should I tell the staff?" The green professor whispered quietly, Y/N almost didn't hear.

"The truth." Dumbledore looked towards the window Y/N peeked through.

The blonde quickly ducked for a few seconds before looking back up.

"Tell them Hogwarts is no longer safe. It is as we feared, Minerva. The Chamber of Secrets has indeed been opened again."

And with that, Y/N flew off with Cepheus. Right towards the girl's Gryffindor dormitory. He wasn't sure what he was thinking. Or if he was even thinking at all. But one thing was certain. Seeing the bushy-haired girl sleeping peacefully through the window was enough to make his racing heart stop. He let out a relieved sigh before jumping a bit in shock. His face slowly turned red.

For once in his life, he had been so worried about someone that wasn't family, that he had acted before thinking.

"What's the matter with me, Cephy?" He mumbled to the bird as they flew off.

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"Again?! You mean the Chamber of Secrets has been opened before?" Hermione asked Harry as she poured a bottle of liquid Y/N handed her.

The quartet now sat in the bathroom. All together for once. Y/N and Hermione sat in front of a small cauldron. Harry sat against a pillar while Ron leaned against a stall.

"Of course! Don't you see?" Ron scoffed, crossing his arms.

"Lucius Malfoy must have opened it when he was at school here. Now he's taught Draco and Y/N how to do it.

Y/N fought off an eye-roll, keeping his eyes glued to the book in his hands.

"For the last time, Weaslenut. He hasn't taught Draco and I anything." Y/N spoke calmly.

Though he wasn't sure that his father didn't have anything to do with it.

"Just wait for the Polyjuice Potion, Ron." Hermione sighed at the ginger before shaking another vial that Y/N handed to her.

"Enlighten me." Ron switched his target from Y/N to Hermione.

"Why are we brewing this potion in broad daylight in the middle of the girls' lavatory? Don't you think we'll get caught?"

"No." Hermione answered simply, giggling lightly.

"No one ever comes here."

"Why?" Ron scrunched up his face.

"Moaning Myrtle." Hermione looked up at Ron as Y/N began stirring the potion.

"Who?" Ron squinted at Hermione's devious expression.

"Moaning Myrtle." Y/N answered this time, looking back at Ron.

He bit his lip to avoid the laugh that threatened him as he watched Moaning Myrtle appear behind Ron.

"Who's Moaning Myrtle?" Ron asked, clearly not having spatial awareness.

"I'm Moaning Myrtle!" The ghost yelled at Ron, scaring him half to death.

Y/N and Hermione shared laughter as the ghost flew towards the middle of the room.

"She kinda looks at you, Harry." Y/N teased, causing the boy to playfully punch his arm.

"I wouldn't expect you to know me." Myrtle spat, looking down at them with a frown.

"Who would ever talk about ugly, miserable, moping Moaning Myrtle?!"

"Harry, she called you ugly." Y/N stifled his laugh, nudging the raven-haired boy.

Harry pouted at Y/N before letting a smile take over his lips. He shoved the blonde lightly just as Myrtle screamed, flying into a toilet.

"She's a little sensitive." Hermione giggled, staring at Ron's flabbergasted face.

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(A/N: Lowkey I fell off.)