Thunderstorm || Draco Malfoy

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"You evil, horrible, cruel, stupid incel boy!" Hermione charged at the infamous Slytherin boy walking and humming a tune down the corridors. Pansy was next to her and gripped him by his collar while Hermione held her wand pointed centimeters away from his neck. Shocked and confused, Draco stood there frightened.

"What did I do?" He spoke, too scared to call Granger a mudblood or hold up his confidence.

"Was it you? Did you start those rumors about Y/n?" Pansy snarled, just as angry as the Gryffindor next to her. His eyes flickered between the two with his hands clutching his herbology books tightly.

"What rumors?" He yelped when Hermione brought her wand closer to his throat.

"Don't act dumb. Almost half our year knows about it." Pansy retorted at the even more confused Draco.

"Wait, is that why people were talking and laughing about her? If you think I had something to do with it, I swear it wasn't me!" Draco stuttered, stunned in his spot.

Hermione squinted her eyes at him, unsure of what to do. Unsure if he's telling the truth.

"On my bloodline, I didn't start this rumor." He reassured once he noticed the hesitance of the girls. Hermione retreated her wand and tilted her head at Pansy, puzzled. They didn't know what to do either now.

"If you know anyone who started this, you tell us immediately. Understood?" Pansy eyed him up and down before letting go of his collar. He nodded his head before composing himself and walking on his original path to class.

During his entire class, he couldn't stop thinking about who could've started the rumor. The only person who hated you enough to start one was him, but he knows it wasn't. Besides, he wouldn't stoop that low. He couldn't rack his brain on who it might he, contrary to being a Slytherin, nobody ever had a problem with you.

So much for being nice to everybody, though, because look at how they're treating you because of these rumors.

"Mr. Malfoy, I said to take out your wand." Professor Sprout repeated impatiently at the embarrassed boy. He can't believe he let himself get distracted, especially in front of Potter and his Weasley friend. He mumbled a small sorry before pulling out his wand from his robe.

As soon as class ended, Malfoy bolted out the door and made straight for the Slytherin common room. First years cleared his path, but he didn't have time to take pride in that.

"BLAISE!" Draco shouted once he saw his best friend and grabbed him by the shoulders. Although Blaise was a bit startled, he listened to whatever his friend was so eager to tell.

"Do you know anything about the rumors of Y/n?" He asked.

"Draco, I'm not gonna help you bully her." Blaise rolled his eyes as he dragged Draco off of him.

"No, no, that's not why I'm asking. I need to know who started it." He shook his head in frustration.

"The rumors? I don't know, but I know a group of Gryffindor boys in Slughorn's club were talking the most about it." Blaise answered. He was a little confused as to why Draco wanted to know so desperately, but he didn't pry.