Find Who You Are ( Harry Potter x Male Reader ) [VERY SLOW UPDATES]

Chapter 32

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Y/n's P.O.V.
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"Hermione, are you all right?" I call out.

She exasperatingly yells to us, "Just go! You're wasting time!"

We all hurry down the staircase and Ron tells Harry and I, "Don't swing your arms like that. Crabbe holds them sort of stiff and Pansy walks more ladylike and flirtatious."

I give him an annoyed look and copy his instructions, walking like Kiara does around Draco. Harry follows Ron's advice as well.

"Yeah thats better." He nods his head approvingly at us.

Oh, no. I just realized I have to flirt with Malfoy like Pansy does. Please just kill me now. If he is nog the Heir of Slytherin I am going to be so mad.

We continue and run into Percy. Ron seems to freak out at this.

Confused on why he is in the dungeons Ron asks in his normal voice, "What are you doing here?"

Percy looks over perplexed at hearing Ron's voice and seeing some random Slytherin boy.

"What are you doing here?" Ron tries again in a deeper voice.

"I happen to be a Prefect. You, on the other hand, have no business wandering the corridors at night. It's not safe these days." Percy states.

We nod and Percy squints at us inquires, "What're your names again?"

"Crabbe. Goyle...Pansy. Where have you been? Pigging out in the Great Hall all this time?" Draco walks over to us and glares at Percy.

Well now's a good time as ever, I drift closer to Draco and push myself against his arm. Draco does not even bat an eye, as Pansy always does this. Bloody idiot gets all this attention and treats the poor girl like rubbage. I look back at the two and see Harry clenching his jaw and Ron seemingly disgusted, quickly looking back at Draco I force myself to look lovesick and lustfully up at him.

Draco speaking with disgust asks Percy, "And what are you doing here, Weasley?"

"Mind your attitude, Malfoy. You want to show a little bit more respect to a school Prefect!" Percy scolds Malfoy.

He scoffs and tells us, "Come on, guys. Weasley thinks he's going to catch a Slytherin's hair single-handed."

Finally acknowledging me fully, Draco drapes his arm around my waist and we walk off. I can feel my skin crawling, this is so disgusting. I should be an actor with how well I make myself seem head over heels for this weasel boy. We walk into the Slytherin Common Room and sit down on the couches. Draco and I still in the same position.

"Listen to this.." Draco grabs the Daily Prophet and reads, " 'Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggles Artifacts Office, was fined fifty galleons for bewitching a muggle car. "Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute." Said Lucius Malfoy, a Governor of Hogwarts. "This man is an embarrassment to the Ministry and should be removed from his position immediately." States Samuel Merlin.' " He finishes with a pleased smile.

I grimace at the mention of Father.

Draco comments, "It's a shame Y/n isn't like his Father. Maybe we could've had the same close relationship like our Father's do. Anyways, Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much he should snap his wand in half and join them. You'd never know the Weasley's were pure bloods, the way they behave. Embarrassment to the wizarding world. All of them."

I cringe, he wants us to have sexual relations like our Fathers do? Quickly mastering my expression back to lovesick. Ron growls and Harry elbows him in the stomach.

Draco looks confused and asks, "What's up with you, Crabbe?"

"Stomach ache." Ron replies.

Draco states annoyed, "Well, go to the Infirmary and give all those Mudbloods a kick in the arse for me! You know, I'm surprised The Daily Prophet hasn't reported all these attacks yet. I suppose Dumbledore's trying to hush it all up. He'll be sacked if it doesn't stop soon. Father always said Dumbledore's the worst thing that's ever happened to this place."

Harry quickly defends Dumbledore, "You're wrong!"

"What? Did you say I was wrong? You think there's someone here who's worse than Dumbledore?" He inquires.

Ron stiffens and I glance worriedly at Harry.

"Harry Potter." Harry tells him.

Draco grins and smugly says, "Good one, Goyle.
You're absolutely right. Saint Potter. He's another wizard with no proper feeling, or he wouldn't go around with that Mudblood Granger. And people actually think he's the Heir of Slytherin."

"Well you of all people, will be the one to figure out who is. Unless you already know, Draco~." I try to convince him to tell us if he is.

He blushes at me then looks away acting as if nothing happened, "I wish I did. Potter seems so beaten up by the suggestions, so it must not be him. I have a suspicion it's Y/n, but he's been drooling over that Hufflepuff Mudblood too much to be the one paralyzing them. I don't know who else it could be but Father did say this much. It's been fifty years since the Chamber was opened. He wouldn't tell me who opened it, only that they were expelled. But I know this, the last time the Chamber of Secrets opened a Mudblood died. So it's only a matter of time before one of them's killed this time. As for me... I hope its Granger."

I see Harry put down Ron's normal hand.

I get up gracefully and excuse myself, "I need to use the bathroom, excuse me."

I briskly walk out, Harry and Ron sprinting out as they are changing back. I cannot believe sacrificing my pride and dignity was for nothing. I run with them back to the Girl's Bathroom on the Second Floor.

I quickly go into a stall and change into my own robes, coming back out in a minute. Rushing over to Hermione's stall with the boys.

Moaning Murtle flies down and states, "Ooh, wait till you see. It's awful!"

The stall locks slides open and the door swings in, revealing Hermione. She's covered in orange cat fur, with pointy ears sticking out if the top of her head, her eyes yellow with slitted pupils, and a tail swishing behind her.

She explains, "It was cat hair I plucked off Millicent Bulstrode's robes! Look at my face!"

"Look at your tail." Ron points out.

Well, to Madam Pomfry we go.