I do not own Harry Potter. I'm not J.K. Rowling. All I own is Alexandra.
I walked down the stairs out of Ravenclaw Tower and started the trek to the Dark Arts classroom. "Luna, I hope you know I was only kidding. I didn't actually think you'd glue the both of us to the wall."
"Well sometimes you take things a little too far. It's kind of hard to tell when you are being sarcastic or joking."
"Yeah, I know. One time, when we were playing this muggle game called apples to apples, I pretended I stole this kid's card. He pinned me to the couch, straddled me, and-"
"He straddled you?!"
"Yeah, anyways he hit me multiple times and I came out kind of like bruised."
"When was that?"
"When I was like 8." I continued walking.
"Seriously?" she asked, annoyed.
"Well I didn't expect my stupid nature to get better as I got older."
"Good thing"
"I may be a Ravenclaw, but that doesn't mean I'm not stupid." My feet came to a halt in front of the class door. "Are you ready, Luna?"
"I'm ready when you are."
"Alright then," I said opening the door as quietly as I could. I practiced those wonderful stealth abilities of mine tiptoeing to my seat. Lucky us, Carrow had her back turned to us.
"Uh- Potter-hm" coughed Malfoy.
I shot him a dirty look and quickly became very engrossed in the paper in front of me. I began scribbling down words that I hoped looked like notes from the lecture I had missed.
"Ms. Lovegood, come to join us I see."
Had she honestly not noticed I was missing?
"My apologies professor," sputtered Luna, "but I had an incident."
"Regardless Ms. Lovegood, you know the penalties."
She seriously hadn't noticed I was gone! It was time to put an end to this. I allowed myself the pleasure of a glance of Malfoy's stunned and angry face. I knew it would turn into a smirk as I turned myself in. I knew what was coming, but would still defend the both of us. I gathered every ounce of boldness in my body and stood up with a fearlessness that would have shamed a Gryffindor.
"Honestly professor, it couldn't have been helped! Professor Flitwick and your own brother will prove our alibi."
"I'm sorry Ms. Potter, but did you say us?"
"Of course I said us. What do you think I said?"
"Well then this will be twice the fun!" she said, a malicious smile tainting her beautiful features.
"Professor Flitwick will never have that." I felt my bravery sliding away… and fast.
"Too bad, he no longer has any say in what happens at this school. Draco?"
"Yes professor?"
"Would you like to deal with these little mudbloods?"
"Uh-yes-of course" he stuttered. I saw the conflict in his eyes and sincerely hoped it would go unnoticed by the sharp eyes of Alecto Carrow. It did.
He managed to fake a triumphant smirk for Luna before shouting "Crucio". But that smile disappeared the moment he turned to me. He mouthed the words "I'm sorry" and I gave him a faint nod of assurance before I fell to the floor writhing in pain. It was unbearable! I screamed uncontrollably before the torture stopped at the sound of a firm voice near the door.
"Mr. Malfoy!"
"Professor Mcgonagall!" He looked like a little kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar.
"I must ask you to leave my classroom immediately Minerva. We are in the middle of a demonstration."
"Don't flatter yourself, Alecto. I'm not here to see you." she turned to me, "Ms. Potter has been summoned to the headmaster's office."
I gulped. What in Merlin's name did Snape want with me. Him talking to me during class or asking me to stay afterward was one thing, but in his office? This could not be good.
"Mr. Malfoy, I would greatly appreciate if you would escort Ms. Potter there. I have a class to get back to, if you don't mind."
"Professor?" he turned to Carrow awaiting approval.
"You may go", she said through clenched teeth. I know she hated Draco leaving. Even more than that, she hated Professor Mcgonagall commanding her students.
The kind head of Gryffindor house winked at me before turning to return to her own classroom.
Did I make you wonder about Draco? You'll find out more later. I promise.
