Her Chamber of Secrets

Potions class...man did you love potions class. You enjoyed following recipes, mixing ingredients, and frankly you were really good at it. Then there was Professor Snape, you admired him. It's a shame that he isn't attractive or you'd have a full fledged crush on the guy. You were lost in one of his lectures when a knock on the wall pulled you from your trance.

You turned around only to see a certain fair-haired Slytherin standing in the door way. "Ah, Mister Malfoy, it's nice to see you've finally arrived to class. Why don't you take a seat over there next to Miss (l/n)." He gestured his pale, slender hand in your direction.

"Great." You mumbled under your breath. It's not like you hated Draco, but you weren't head over heels for him either. He was just kinda there, a thorn in your side if you will.

You and Draco were oblivious to each other during your first year at Hogwarts. However you became well acquainted when the Chamber of Secrets was opened. Some of the students from Gryffindor accused you and Draco, for that matter, of opening it. It might have been possible, you were a pureblood and from a long line of Slytherins on your mums side but you weren't a parsel tongue as far as you knew. There could be a slight possibility that you were an indirect heir of Slytherin.

Draco slowly walked in the room and sat down next to you. "(l/n)." You turned your head in his direction and gave him a coy smile. "Malfoy."

You didn't like to call him by his last name purely out of respect, but you decided to play along. The rest of class went off without a hitch. You returned your attention to Prof. Snape and Draco kept his mouth shut.

You expected him to annoy you with his rant about how he couldn't count all of the girls that wanted him on one hand, or worse his hatred for muggle-borns.

You were raised in a house where blood didn't matter. Your father is what most purebloods would call a "Blood Traitor." He was sorted into Gryffindor and respected everyone, muggle-born or not. Your mother, on the other hand, didn't care for the subject matter, she was a Slytherin.

You took your mum's side and decided to avoid conversations on the subject. Draco asked you countless amounts of times if you hated "Mudbloods", you simply replied with "Don't get me started" and left it at that. He always took it as a yes, but he was far off.

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As you walked down the hallway you caught up with (f's/n).

"(f/n)!" She called towards you.

You quickened your pace so you could catch up to her.

"Hey (f's/n), how's it going?" You asked, helping her with her books.

"I could be better. I always hate the first week back here."

"Really? The first week's always my favorite!"

(f's/n) started to chuckle. "You just wanted to see how well Professor Snape has matured."

You shot her a menacing glare. "Ewh (f's/n)! Snape is old enough to be my father."

"Whatever you say."

The two of you continued walking to the main hall for dinner. You weren't really hungry, more tired than anything. You sat down at the Slytherin table across from Pansy, diagonal from (f's/name), and right beside Blaise. He was your favorite.

He gave you a quick peck on the cheek, finding amusement in watching your face turn pink.

"Hey, (f/n). How was your day?" He asked.

"Just great, how was yours Blaise?"

"Pretty good." He said inaudibly as he stuffed a piece of food in his mouth.

You were looking around aimlessly when you felt as though someone was staring at you, and there was. You turned you head to the front and looked at Pansy, she was clearly mad at you for something.

"What?" You spat rather harshly.

"Hmph." She crossed her arms and looked away towards Harry Potter and a few other people at the Gryffindor table.

You had absolutely no idea what made her do that until you felt someones arm nudge yours. You looked to your left and seen Draco staring off into space. "Figures" You thought to yourself.

Pansy fawned over Draco, it was kinda gross actually. You must of made a face because you heard laughing beside you.

"Something wrong, (l/n)?" Draco questioned.

"Hmm? N-no.. I was just thinking about something."

He looked at you with disbelief, you were about to say something when Dumbledore interrupted and started talking about Dementors.