Chapter 2: Notes and Nightmares

It was still dark.

It was still quiet.

I was still alone.

Much time had passed by since Weasley left me, and many spells had been attempted in order to free my shoes. Apparently, Weasley was a lot smarter than he looked. I could not slip off my shoes no matter how hard I tried, and if I struggled, the shoes got tighter. I was smart and figured his trick out fairly quickly, so I was not in too much pain.

However, I was bored.

Not only was I bored, but I was a furious.

Weasley did not think about what would go through my mind when I had so much time to explore his cause of death in the future, and he did not know that I would not let myself be humiliated without humiliating someone back.

The only thing I knew was that I would be the one to kill Fred Weasley.

Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but someday.

The last statement he directed towards me indicated that he would play more pranks on me, which I did not doubt. If I was already planning his murder, I could not imagine how I would react when he tried delivered the rest of his jokes at my doorstep.

My anger issues, although well-hidden, were still there.

And they guaranteed that I would have my revenge.

"I guess that means you'll be seeing more of me very often."

I was not sure whether I was imagining his voice, or if he was actually there.

"You already said that," I answered cautiously as I wondered if he would continue to talk.

"You've gone mental, haven't you?" he teased, "Just standing there, wallowing in your hatred towards me."

So he really was there.

"Undo your trick, I have to go to bed and I really am not enjoying how much I am thinking about you." I muttered, pointing at the floor as if he would see it.

"That's troublesome, ain't it?" He laughed. "Or maybe I could just let you stand there 'til morning. I do enjoy the fact that you're thinking about me."

"I would not consider that a good thing if I were you."

"Which you aren't, so have fun standing for a few more hours."

I heard him walking around me, but I did not want to let him leave so easily. I was not about to stand there until everyone in school saw me unable to save myself from a prank created by a Weasley.

I took his wrist and squeezed it as tightly as I could in order to keep him from escaping.

"Undo your trick!"

That is when something weird happened.

I did not feel a bone in his wrist all of the sudden, and when I looked down at it, I saw blood. Not only that, but his wrist was detached from his arm. I tried to let go of the wrist, but my fingers were stuck to that as well.

It just kept bleeding. It was everywhere!

There was a pool of blood on the floor, my shoes were soaked in it and I was pretty sure I had gotten stains all over my uniform. I looked up at Weasley in horror, and he kept laughing.

His laughter was painful.

Literally painful.

It was loud, and sounded like a howl and a screech combined.

As he laughed, my ears could not handle such high frequencies and eventually, they popped.

I could not hear, I could not move, and I could not use my hands for anything. The only thing I could do was look at him. He was crazy, terrifying, and the only person who could currently help me.

"Have fun."

"Weasley...Weasley, come back! Please! Weasley!"

"Weasley, Weasley, Weasley!" an annoying voice mocked me from the bed that was next to mine.

I opened my eyes and found that I had indeed been dreaming, I had not stayed in the corridor all night with Weasley's bloody hand stuck to mine, and that Pansy Parkinson had a scowl on her face that would give Professor Snape a run for his money.

"Good morning." I feigned a smile before pulling my blankets over my head. Sure, I was happy about not being in a nightmare, but I was not in the mood to deal with the likes of Pancake-faced Parkinson.

"It's bad enough that you came in so late last night and woke me up with all your muttering, but now you've disturbed my sleep yet again with your crying over Weasley!"

"You will get over it, I am sure." I turned to face the other way in order to cut the conversation short.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you, you stupid girl!" she scoffed, but that did not make me turn around either.

Pansy Parkinson, or as I always called her, Pancake, was a disgusting girl whom I had the displeasure of meeting. She was not the tallest, not the skinniest, not the prettiest, not the smartest, but she was definitely the most annoying girl in our year. She always wore make up that made her look even more pancake-faced, her hair was greasier than Professor Snape's, and her lips were always twisted in a smirk just like Draco's although she looked much less attractive making that face than he did.

And meeting her was just as unpleasant as she was.

"Draco? The Draco Malfoy?"

"What other Draco Malfoy is there?" I stopped putting away my things to look at her with genuine curiosity.

"There is only one Draco Malfoy, and I'm determined to marry him." Pansy sighed, taking a huge bite from something that looked similar to a sandwich, but smelled more like feet.

"Wait until he hears that when he comes back from the restroom." I snorted, sitting down and making some space for Draco to sit.

"He's going to sit here? With me?"

"Actually, he is going to sit with me. I have known him since I was born, and he is my best friend." I said, flipping my hair slightly just to get on her nerves. "Sorry to break it to you."

"You're not much to look at. Trust me, by the end of this year, I'll have him wrapped around my finger."

And many years later, she still could not get him to look at her. That is how I liked things.

"Hey, are you listening to me?" Pancake pulled on her long socks and fell over in the process. "You said you were going to see Professor Snape before breakfast."

"I did."

I got up from my bed and got dressed quickly with the hopes of talking to Professor Snape before my eggs and bacon were served. There was nothing I enjoyed more than breakfast and the fact that I did not have dinner the night before motivated me to get ready even though I lacked the energy.

I picked up my books and sped down the stairs to the common room, only to hear Adrian laughing.

"Did you forget to brush your hair this morning?!" He dropped the book he was reading for class, pointing at the ball of hair that sat on top of my head.

And that, I did.

After sacrificing a few innocent animals in the name of hair, I managed to make peace with the curly, brown, and not entirely Japanese-like mess that grew out of my head. As soon as I finished, I practically ran to the Great Hall and noticed the smell of food in the corridor right before breakfast started. I was, in fact, later than I wish I had been.

I went inside, sat down where I usually did and immediately glanced at the professors' table. Professor Snape was not at breakfast yet, but I knew he would be coming inside soon. In the meantime, I began to eat so quickly that I thought I would accidentally eat the plate as well.

I was so preoccupied with my meal that I did not notice the obvious. I began to wash down my breakfast with juice and decided to glance at the Gryffindor table to see if the boy I would be humiliating soon was already at the table. He most definitely was, but not only was he at the table, he was looking right at me.

"Ms. Haneda."

My view of the boy was blocked by the dark, billowing robes of Professor Snape that had just stood in front of me.

"Professor?" I replied.

I had wanted to talk to him, but I did not know what to say, so I left the talking to the adult.

"I trust you slept well." He muttered, but I knew what he really wanted to hear.

"I did. Thanks to you." I looked down at my empty plate. "I owe you both a sign of gratitude and an apology. Thank you for helping me undo the trick I accidentally set upon myself, and I am sorry for what I told you before I left detention."

He pursed his lips, turned around and headed for his seat. I did not expect him to answer me, but I just wanted him to hear what I wanted to say. Although it was the difficult thing to do, I had to do it anyway. That was the Haneda way, even if I was raised more like a Malfoy.

Speaking of Malfoy, I was surprised he had not come to breakfast yet.

Speaking of breakfast, I realized I had forgotten all about Weasley for a moment.

I looked at the Gryffindor table once more and found that Weasley was not looking at me anymore. At least not when I looked over there. The moment I set my eyes on him, he looked my way. I felt as if I was being challenged, and I knew I probably was.

Only, this time, I was not as scared as I had been during my nightmare.

This time, I challenged him back.

"You are actually not as stupid as I thought you were. That must have been because of all the extra tutoring I gave you," I smiled proudly, stroking my chin as I examined Goyle's homework before Professor McGonagall entered the classroom.

"You mean all those times you made me do your homework and threatened to tell Draco if I didn't?" Goyle frowned, snatching his homework back and setting it on the table.

"Affirmative. You learned, though. Did you not?" I asked, pointing at the assignment. Goyle nodded, still frowning like a child, "Good. That means Crabbe can do my homework for the next few months."

"What makes you think I want to do it?" Crabbe protested quietly as he looked around for Draco, who had not entered class just yet.

"Draco and I are very busy with important issues regarding Dumbledore's Army. It is an honor to do my homework while I try to get rid of evildoers at this school." I smirked, taking the copy of Goyle's homework that the boy had brought for me.

"Yes…an honor," Crabbe mumbled, sounding like he was in a dream.

"How come these idiots never do homework for me?" Pansy turned around, glaring at the piece of parchment in front of Yurika.

"You are not as important to the Inquisitorial Squad as I am, it seems."

Before Pansy could respond, Professor McGonagall stepped into the classroom, causing everyone to get quiet and ready for class. I sent a sneer Pansy's way before I pulled out my textbook and turned to the chapter the class was on.

"Where's Draco?" Goyle whispered, looking at the doors of the classroom, expecting Draco to burst in any second.

"Where, I wonder…"

I walked out of McGonagall's classroom faster than I thought I would and looked around for Draco. I was fairly worried not only because he rarely skipped classes, but because he had not even told me about whatever he had in mind earlier.

"I didn't know you'd be this worried."

"Where were you? And why did you not ask me to join?" I glared at him, not surprised to find that he had been waiting for me outside of class.

"I didn't see you earlier…and I was at the library," Draco smiled, holding up a few notes, "we have to go talk to Professor Umbridge before her next class starts.

"You did not tell me and you expect me to be late to my next class," I frowned. Although I was feeling a little bothered, I was fairly intrigued with whatever Draco had found. It was obviously important.

"I guess if you don't want to see what I found, then you can go ahead and learn about animals from an animal."

Draco began to walk away and I took it as a sign to follow him. He looked back at me and slowed down so I could catch up. There were many people speeding past us and I realized class was about to begin, but even so, I would rather interrupt a class than go to my own.

"I guess we can hang out in the hallway for a bit before we tell her about…what exactly are we telling her?" I asked, my eyes darting to Draco's notes.

Draco looked around and lowered his voice slightly, "have you heard of the Room of Requirement?"

"I have not," I shook my head.

"It is a room that appears only when it is truly needed. I already knew about it, but thought I'd do some more research."

"And what have you found?"

"The only way to get into the room will be if we follow one of the members in. At least the only way I know of," he shrugged, relaxing his shoulders a bit because the corridor was empty again.

"Ah, it seems I will be getting my revenge sooner than I thought," I grinned, "Hear that Weasley?! I will end your friend's little club!"

"I doubt that," said a voice that was not Draco's.

A/N: Sorry for the delay, but here is chapter two! Enjoy and please let me know what you think!