"It's past curfew, new kid."

Those words rang through your ears loud enough to snap you out of your studying trance. Your eyes instantly shot up to meet his as you quickly try to stuff the book you were studying into your bag:

The Magic Gene: What Makes A Wizard

That title alone gave every secret away to this guy, who you share a house with. You barely knew your own past, being adopted and all, so it was natural to try and figure out how the hell you were invited as a 5th year.

"You might wanna explain yourself, it's a matter of time before someone finds us both." His Scottish accent was laced with sleep, why had he come looking for you? It's not like you knew him.

You were the new kid, new to the school, and also a new 5th year sorted into the house that cares the most about family status: Slytherin. Most of everyone in Slytherin comes from a half or pureblood family, one person being a direct relative of Salazar Slytherin himself. Then there was you, a muggle-born witch. No one knew of course, except this guy if he caught a glimpse of that book.

But would he tell anyone?