Draco snickered ad he watched her leave. Hermione Granger told she did not possess the skill. He couldn't help but laugh. He watched as Trelawney went to Ronald Weasley, who still was dumbfounded about what had happened. What was it that the old bat was looking for, whatever it was, it certainly couldn't be found in the mudblood, and it pleased him. He couldn't figure out for the life of him, why, but it was bloody brilliant.
The professor scrutinized Weasley's work before passing to the next student, who also seemed to fail her secret agenda. He was suddenly interested, when she reached Potter. If anybody had what she was looking for, it would be him. It was always him. If he didn't have it, she would probably say he did, for some reason that was how it always turned out. She only glanced at him, which really shocked Draco.
'Maybe you are over analyzing this' Draco thought. Since the first day of class he had never thought that woman was all there, in fact more loopy than the Ravenclaw girl. He sighed and looked back at the crystal ball. Not particularly looking for anything. He saw a dark cloud begin to form. A little frightened he looked at Crabbe's ball. Nothing. He looked up at Crabbe, just in time to see him pick his finger further in his nose. Disgusted, Draco looked back at the ball. The black cloud was still there, slowly forming into something. Draco dared a closer look, the cloud turned into smoke, and then he could see his father's face, as clear as day. He watched as he slide his mask down in front of his face. The mask he hadn't ever actually seen his father wear, but knew all the well what it meant. Draco tried to pull his eyes from the globe, but the harder he tried to pull away the more he was sucked back in. his eyes transfixed on the image. He didn't want to think about what this meant. It would definitely mean trouble lay ahead.
He was so glued to the ball, he didn't even notice Trelawney, watching him. If he had, then he would have long since, hushed her away. He didn't want her seeing this. He didn't want anybody seeing this. This was a private family matter. Just when he thought the nightmare was over it got worse. He saw him brewing a deadly concoction, and pouring it carefully in a bottle, almost like he was going to poison someone. He could not, would not believe it. He had never thought about actually killing someone. He didn't see himself having it in him. He didn't even wish that fate for Potter. He swallowed and the ball released its hold on Draco.
He leaned back in his chair, trying to catch his breath. Trelawney drew closer to him, long in her eyes. She had almost a crazed look, a look that he could not explain. She seemed to want to say something, but couldn't, which worried Draco all the more. Had she seen what he had. He kept trying to tell himself she couldn't. She was the worse teacher at the blood school, Dumbledore's biggest failure. Dumbledore…Something inside told him the potion he had brewed was for Dumbledore. He didn't want to think that. Yes, the man was insane, but he never would have the guts to try and take out Dumbledore.
"You," Trelawney shrieked in a high pitched voice. Draco couldn't tell if it was of Joy or fear. 'Great' Draco thought 'What did I do now?'
"You have it" She squealed.
Draco looked at her with more confusion than before. "Excuse me professor, have what?"
"Let me see your hand boy!" She exclaimed grabbing Draco's hand and looking closely at his palm.
He was about to pull it away when he saw the look on Weasley's and Potter's face, he couldn't help but let her inspect.
"Finally, Mr. Malfoy, She said obviously very pleased." She pulled back, "I must speak to Dumbledore at once"
Now more confused, Draco followed, Trelawney to the door.
"Clas.." She began to say, before Draco cut her off. If this was good for Draco, as he expected it was, he wanted Potter and the Weasel to hear it.
"Professor, what is going on?" Draco asked innocently.
"You have the Art" She explained
"What, I am sorry, But, I am afraid I don't know what you mean professor" Draco added, looking straight at Potter. He loved seeing him fume so.
"The Art of Divination my boy, only a select few have it, and you my dear, are one of them. I have waited for a pupil, an apprentice, for several years"
The smile on Draco's flipped, the color drained from his face "Appre…Apprentice" Draco could barely make out the word.
Harry smiled, which made Draco all the more upset.
"Yes, Apprentice, I will talk to Dumbledore about changing your schedule" She added.
Awestruck, Draco just stood there.
"Class dismissed" Trelawney said before skipping down the hall way.
"You always wanted to stand out" Potter sneered in Draco's ear.
"Shut up" Draco spat before following Trelawney to Dumbledore's office.