"Draco,"
Skofot spoke. His voice was soft, yet it carried clearly to everyone's ears, his tone as gentle as if they were discussing what to have for dinner.
"If you don't apologize to Miss Granger..."
He tilted his head slightly, the curve of his lips deepening as his black eyes watched Malfoy's pupils dilate in fear. Then he continued unhurriedly, "Then I'll have you sleep with me for a few more nights. Just like last time in the tower, watching the stars."
"Boom—!"
If Malfoy's words just now had been a powder keg, then Skofot's remark was like throwing a Silencing Charm into everyone's minds and detonating it.
The entire Quidditch pitch fell into dead silence.
The anger on the Gryffindors' faces froze, turning into utter shock and disbelief.
Harry's mouth fell open. Ron looked as if he had been Petrified, while Hermione's eyes went round as saucers.
Hermione: Wow~
The Slytherin players were all dumbfounded as well. Confusion covered Flint's troll-like face as he looked from Malfoy to Skofot, completely unable to make sense of the situation.
Sleep... for a few nights? In the tower? Watching the stars?
Put together, those words contained so much information that their brains simply crashed.
As for Draco Malfoy, at the center of the storm, the moment he heard "tower" and "sleep for a few nights," his body jolted violently, and the last trace of color drained from his face.
The terror, cold, and helplessness of that night atop the tower overlapped with Skofot's gently smiling face before him, shattering the last of his psychological defenses.
"S-Sorry!" he practically shrieked, his voice warped by extreme terror. He spun toward Hermione and babbled incoherently, "Granger! I'm sorry! I shouldn't have said that! Sorry! I'm an asshole! I'm sorry!"
As he apologized, he kept shooting