𝐀 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 || 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

41.

Hi bubs!! I apologize for not posting in a week and a half. The main reason is that I'm actually in need of glasses. So basically to explain it is that all day my eyes slowly start straining because it's hard for me to see far away, and then at the end of the day I come and sit on my screen for like 2 hours to write a chapter, though my eyes are super tired and don't want to work lol.

Luckily I went to the eye doctors yesterday and had an exam and everything. My eyesight isn't super super bad but the doctor still thinks that I should wear glasses whenever I need to see far away. Sooo yeahh I found a pair that I like and will get them in 2 weeks!

Anywayssss, enjoy!!:)

Hogwarts had been full of excitement the last few days, since the Triwizard tournament had been announced. Students were constantly putting their names in the goblet, and others, who were too young to compete, would try to trick the system, though always failed.

"These idiots really think they can outsmart Dumbledore?" Blaise asks quietly, turning his head to look at Pansy and I.

I shrug lightly, before turning my focus back onto the cup.

"Weren't you just making a plan on how to outsmart him yesterday?" Pansy asks annoyedly, earning a small chuckle for me.

Blaise and Pansy bicker on for awhile, though I don't pay attention to anything they're saying.

I almost found it strange how many people were putting their names in the goblet, especially after how scary and intense Dumbledore made it sound.

As I watch a few more Durmstrang boys come confidently through the door, my eyes land on a boy that was much tinier than any of them.

"I'll be right back," I mumble to the still bickering Blaise and Pansy, before standing up and walking across the room.

I barely realized that I had stopped a few of the boys from putting their names in, as I walk in front of them. As I realize that I've interrupted their "fun" I straighten my shoulders more, before looking at them and quirking an eyebrow.

A few of their eyes widen in disbelief of my non-existent ladylike attitude, which only makes a small smirk grow on my lips.

Once I finally reach the other side of the room, I walk up a few of the bleachers, to reach the boy.

"Hi Harry," I smile weakly, glancing around him. It was weird not seeing Ron or Hermione beside him.

"Hi!" He replies, moving a book off his lap.

"I was wondering if now would be a good time for you to tell me- you know-" I look around cautiously. "What happened to Lupin?" I whisper.

He doesn't seem too surprised at my request, though cautiously looks around just as I did.

"Well-" he sighs. "Lupin is a werewolf."

My eyes widen immediately at his statement, and how he seemed to say it as if it were the most normal thing ever. Before I can say anything though, he starts speaking again.

"And Sirius Black- he's my... well he's my godfather."

My heart drops once again, though I keep listening.

"He's a wonderful man though! I bet you'd like him!"

"What!? Sirius Black!? The murderer from Azkaban!? I doubt it!" I whisper yell in disbelief.

"Shhhh!" Harry shushes me, threatening to cover my mouth. "He's not a murderer! Wormtail is!"

"Who- what- Wormtail-"

"Yeah! Peter Pettigrew," Harry says even quieter, though a hint of anger seems to rise within him.

"How is he the murderer?" I ask, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"Well- it's a long story. He basically betrayed my parents... and that's how they're... you know-"

"Yeah... I know," I say sensitively, nodding my head slightly.

There's a small moment of awkward silence between us before I speak again.

"So he worked with Voldemort?" I ask, not thinking much about what I was saying.

Harry's eyes widen quickly, and he stares at me in disbelief.

"You say his name?" He asks, his mouth slightly gaped open.

"Of course... don't you?" I ask confusedly, feeling slightly self conscious about saying it.

"Of course! I've just never heard anyone else say it," he responds, his eyes still slightly wide from shock.

"Oh," I laugh awkwardly.

"To shorten the story though, some students' parents found out about Lupin being a werewolf and weren't comfortable with him teaching anymore, so Dumbledore had to let him go," Harry says disappointedly.

My small smile turns into a frown, as my eyes slowly sink down to look at the floor. Lupin was most definitely the best Defense against the Dark Arts teacher we had ever had, and knowing Professor Moody, he probably still is the best we've ever had.

"I'm sorry Harry... I know how close you were to him," I say softly, glancing over at the boy sitting next to me.

"It's okay... you were close to him as well,"

I nod slightly, though I can't think of anything that would make the mood better.

A few loud teenage boy voices interrupt our awkward situation, as they slam the door open and run inside.

I recognize one of them to be Cedric Diggory, though I don't know any his friends. They're all laughing, as they push Cedric towards the goblet.

Cedric holds the piece of paper up to the fire, though glances over at Harry and I with a sweet smile before dropping his name into the goblet.

I smile back at him, before glancing back at Harry. His face seems to be slightly more red than it was.

"Are you okay? Your face seems a little red," I ask, hoping he doesn't have a fever or any other sickness.

"What- oh yes! Yup, yup I'm good," Harry nods awkwardly, lifting his hand up to feel his cheeks.

"Ok," I smile awkwardly, before looking back over at Pansy. "Well it was nice talking to you,"

"Yeah, you too!" Harry smiles, his attitude still showing slight awkwardness.

"See you some other time!" I say, as I walk slowly back over to Pansy and Blaise.

Pansy looks at me confusedly, as I sit down next to her, a quiet sigh leaving me.

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heyyyy;)

A cute little chill chapterrrr idkk. A lot of y'all seem to love when Harry is in the chapters so yayy because I always enjoy writing about him lol

Anyways I really hope you enjoyed the chapter! ILYY MWAH