“I thought it would annoy Ron most.”Hermione sighed, crossing her arms against her chest. Harry, you and Hermione turned to Professor Horace’s voice. A waiter came in. “Dragon tartare?” He asked. “no, I’m fine.”Harry responded with a smile. “Just as well, the give had breath.” He added, he looked familiar, almost like Gregory. Hermione instantly took one to avoid Cormac, you saw him and dragged Hermione out.

After a while, you saw the Potions Professor entering where Harry was before talking to Harry and left suspiciously. You were curious, eavesdropping on them. “Sir, I really think I should rejoin the party, my date—“ Harry was interrupted by the cold Professor. “can surely survive your absence for another minutes. Besides, I only wish to convey a message.” “A message?” Harry repeated. “From the Headmaster.” He informed, beginning to elaborate to Harry, before leaving mid-sentence, leaving a confused Harry in sight.

There came some clattering afterwards, your attention was grabbed, you looked over your shoulder. “Take your hands off me, you filthy squib!” Draco spat while bellowing, your potions rival… “Professor, sir.” The castle keeper walked up to him with Draco restraining in the squib’s arms. “I just discovered this boy lurking in an upstairs corridor. He claims to have been invited to your party.” The castle keeper said aloud, causing everyone to look over, the Slytherin Prince to be caught, his pride was fading. “Okay, Okay. I was gatecrashing,” Draco admitted. “Happy?!” He asked in a snarky tone. “I’ll escort him out.” Snape said. “Certainly, Professor.” Draco looked up, their eyes meet before walking out, you followed with Harry.

“I was chosen for this. Out of all others. Me.” Draco retorted, you gasped. Harry covered your mouth. Draco and Snape heard you. You and Harry held your breaths. Draco began to walk over. Snape stopped him, to listen further before approaching.