Malfoy Wanted In

Ancient Hogwarts slept in the dark of night. None of the Slytherin wizards knew that their Head of House and a fellow student had just killed five werewolves—and even brought their heads back into the school.

Eli sneaked back into the dormitory. The other three were all sleeping soundly.

Only a few tufts of Draco's blond hair could be seen above his blankets. Eli always worried that the kid might one day suffocate under the covers.

His return did not draw his roommates' attention. Perhaps because he had been going out so frequently these past few days, Draco and the others had already grown used to it.

Sleep came quickly, with none of the unpleasant associations one might expect from the slaughter that had just taken place.

By morning, Hogwarts gradually awakened, and the students began another day of school.

"I really envy how well they sleep." Draco climbed into his clothes and glanced at Goyle and Crabbe, who were still snoring away.

After much difficulty, Eli found a pair of socks amid a pile of clothes. The smell that hit him made him narrow his eyes. Good heavens, they might as well have fermented.

Eli hurriedly stuffed the socks into the dirty laundry and dug out another pair from the wardrobe.

Looks like I need to make some potion. How could a student of the new era have athlete's foot? Eli thought as he rummaged around.

Draco woke Goyle and Crabbe with several hard slaps. The two, startled awake from their dreams, looked exactly like confused little piglets.

"Merlin's floral underpants! There was just a mountain of chocolate right in front of me!"

After getting ready, Eli and Draco headed to the classroom first. Eli was not in a good mood along the way, because Draco and Astoria's lovey-dovey