Pure-Bloods

-Your POV-

The Great Hall was buzzing with life and everyone was digging into the food. Y/N was too nervous to eat but since she had been feeling like this the entire day, she knew that she needed food.

She put some mashed potatoes and meat onto her plate and began nibbling on it.

As the afternoon had passed, she worried that Draco might change his mind and laugh at her if she tried to sit with his friends but he even greeted her as she took the chair next to Pansy. Introductions were kept very short and the group immediately resumed their conversation.

Y/N also had spent her day figuring out whether she should tell Helena (it was Helena, right?) about the invitation and ask her whether it's okay since Draco made it clear that her 'friend' wasn't welcome. But Y/N didn't have the balls and now felt Helena's piercing eyes from the other end of the table.

"So, how are you liking Hogwarts so far?"

Y/N only knew that Pansy Parkinson was talking to her because she had turned to her.

Y/N really needed to work on being less absent-minded or she'd soon go crazy from all the thinking.

"I really like it. It doesn't really feel like a school, more like...summer camp."

The reaction of the others told her that none of them had ever been to any camp before.

They were probably too rich to even know what she meant.

"Summer camp? Is that a muggle thing?"

Y/N just nodded. A very faint memory of her at such a camp came to her mind. Too faint to grasp.

"So you're not a pure-blood?" Draco asked, one eyebrow raised to dangerous heights.

Uhm. Y/N bit her lip. "Does it matter?"

"Does it matter?" he repeated like he didn't believe what he was hearing.

Y/N felt like she had just stepped into a snake's nest.

"Of course it matters," he adds.

"I've honestly never thought about it."

She stirred around in the mashed potatoes. "I'm a pure-blood but my parents are friendly with muggles and wanted me to blend in. So I know a thing or two."

The words burned hot on her tongue. The truth was that she didn't remember her parents, she could only see their faces. But nobody would know whether she was lying or not, right?

"Good." Apparently Draco wouldn't have accepted any other answer and Y/N was starting to see why Harry and Co. might not have been too fond of him.

Something about Draco was just so judgemental and stiff. Who knew what his parents were like.

Pansy turned around and chuckled.

"The golden trio seems to not appreciate that you switched sides."

Y/N felt annoyed by the fact that she got caught in the middle of this. She didn't want the others to hate her now.

"I don't pick sides," slipped out of her mouth. "I'm my own person."

The girl rolled her eyes and threw the dark hair over her shoulder. "Act noble if you want but in the end you need to know who your allies are. You better make the right choice while you still have the chance."

It was clear what she was trying to say: Choose us or you're our enemy.

"Knock it off, Pansy," Draco suddenly interjected.

"Don't you agree?"

"Of course I do but leave Y/N some time to settle in first! She doesn't even know what you're talking about."

Pansy looked at her friend bewildered but didn't push any further.

Y/N appreciated Draco somewhat backing her up but the gesture came just a second too late. She was beyond uncomfortable.

"I'll see you guys later." She got up from the table and left the Great Hall.

With quick feet Y/N went to the nearest bathroom, took off her robe and rolled up the left sleeves of her pullover and white shirt.

There it was.

Draco Malfoy

She started to roughly rub water over the skin and added soap as it wasn't working.

Fuck, what had she gotten into?

Draco and his friends were assholes just like Hermione had said! Not just that, they were racists! And she was dumb enough to think she could befriend them.

The dried ink peeled itself off layer by layer. The skin turned red from all the rubbing.

Why can't Draco be ugly at least?

"Y/N, you SKANK!"

Y/N jumped around and stared into Helena's aggravated face. Was she crying?

"How did you do it?" she hissed. "How did you get them to be friends with you?"

Before answering, Y/N rolled down the sleeve of the shirt despite her arm still being wet and put the robe back on. Then she took a deep breath.

"I am not friends with them."

"Liar! They let you sit with them! You guys talked!"

Helena looked beyond angry. She had to calm her down somehow.

"Yes, I did sit with them but only...only because of Blaise!"

"What?"

Her expression changed when she heard the boy's name.

"Yes! You said you liked him, right? But you guys had a rocky start. So I thought, maybe if I befriend them, I could put in a good word for you and get Blaise to ask you out."

Helena started crying again but this time she looked happy.

"Really? Oh my god, Y/N! You're the best!"

She rushed over to pull her into a hug. Y/N patted her back. "Of course. We are friends afterall."

But on the inside she felt really bad. She lied again. Dammit.

As Helena let go of her, another person entered the bathroom. It was Hermione.

"Oh." She looked at Helena. "Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt."

Y/N knew exactly why Hermione was here. She wanted to scold her for dismissing her advice and getting too close to Draco.

"Y/N, I need to talk to-"

"No need. You were right. I wanted to see for myself and now I know. Come on, Lena."

Her and the girl walked past Hermione who seemed puzzled by Y/N's response. They left the bathroom and made their way to the Slytherin dungeons.