Chapter Four
The taste of bile was in Draco's mouth.
The smell of Hermione clotted his nostrils.
He stood tentitive, frozen behind her, waiting in line to gather ingrediants. A set of owls talons. Three moon flowers. A rope of grimweed, no more than a foot in length, no less than nine inches.
He repeated the list in his mind, trying to distract himself.
He didn't know why he'd said it.
He'd known she would know what he'd said, known that it would save her.
But he'd said it anyways!
It was so desprately wrong and out of charactor it made his pretty head swim.
with images of her and a wave of nasuea start in the pit of his stomach, creaping through his veins to numb his entire being.
Hermine gathered her things. He refused to watch her go. He shouldered roughly past her and crammed the ingrediants into the wide, hidden inner pockete of his school robes. He strode briskly to his desk and worked in silence.
Evan and Crab and Goyle were intellegent enough to avoid the seething slytherin.
"It's turning orange. Is it supposed to do that?"ron asked glumly. He, Harry, and Hermione were working in a threesome. They had just finished adding the Moonflower, and suddenly the cauldron had erupted like vinager and baking soda.
Only orange.
Hermione prodded the concoction with a spoon. "I don't think so. Did anyone put two petals in at once?" Harry looked sheepish.
Hermione looked down her nose.
"well..er..yes...actually..."Harrys voice was squeaky and quiet."you did. just now." Hermione felt her cheaks redden.
She knew she had. She'd been thinking:somethings goeing on with draco,somethings not as she plucked and dropped the petals in, like how cunfused teenagers think he loves me, he loves me not. Two petals from the end, she realized that if she kept going as she was, from the flowers perspective at least, something was wrong. She couldn't admit that.
So she'd pulled off two petals at once, potion forgotten.
somethings not. She'd thought with guilty, tainted, unconvincing finality. "NO, i didn't. The petal was split down the middle."she lied.
"if you say so..."Harry said reluctantly.
"but it's awfully orange." "It's not THAT orange. Just sort of FUNGUS orange. Not neon orange. Yet." Hermione and Ron glared at Harry.
"It's awfully orange."Harry admitted with a heavy sigh.
Luckily, at that moment, the hour was up, and Potions was dismissed.
Draco made his way down the gloomy corridor, clutching his books to his chest. Although he stood streight and imprevious as ever, he felt no such thing. Try as he might, he couldn't stop thinking about Hermione.
"girls gonna get it." The voice made Draco start. He kept walking, not wanting to deal with anyone at the moment, not evan having the heart to give the wayfearer a hard time.
Any other day he would have been an unfortunate wayfearer.
But today he wasn't worth Draco's energy.
He didn't bother to scout out the boy, just kept on walking, almost glad of the distraction.
"Granger..."the voice sneered.
Draco went stiff.
"If she wasn't there, Harry wouldn't be a problem. He's lucky, that's all. She's clever. He needs her. And she's always gaining points for Gryffendor." Draco froze, pressing his ear to a wall. The voice was oviously just around the bend, but it wasn't moving. Draco listened intently.
"All we've got to do is finish rigging this and get Dumbledor down here. When he sees her....with..with..."the voice broke off in a fit of giggles. "...at the scene of the crimb..she'll be expelled! Possibly injured, too. But definately expelled!" Draco swore he could hear someone rubbing their hands together in glee.
He knew Hermione was headed to Arithmancy. He hoped no one would notice him being late.
There was something he had to do.
The smell of Hermione clotted his nostrils.
He stood tentitive, frozen behind her, waiting in line to gather ingrediants. A set of owls talons. Three moon flowers. A rope of grimweed, no more than a foot in length, no less than nine inches.
He repeated the list in his mind, trying to distract himself.
He didn't know why he'd said it.
He'd known she would know what he'd said, known that it would save her.
But he'd said it anyways!
It was so desprately wrong and out of charactor it made his pretty head swim.
with images of her and a wave of nasuea start in the pit of his stomach, creaping through his veins to numb his entire being.
Hermine gathered her things. He refused to watch her go. He shouldered roughly past her and crammed the ingrediants into the wide, hidden inner pockete of his school robes. He strode briskly to his desk and worked in silence.
Evan and Crab and Goyle were intellegent enough to avoid the seething slytherin.
"It's turning orange. Is it supposed to do that?"ron asked glumly. He, Harry, and Hermione were working in a threesome. They had just finished adding the Moonflower, and suddenly the cauldron had erupted like vinager and baking soda.
Only orange.
Hermione prodded the concoction with a spoon. "I don't think so. Did anyone put two petals in at once?" Harry looked sheepish.
Hermione looked down her nose.
"well..er..yes...actually..."Harrys voice was squeaky and quiet."you did. just now." Hermione felt her cheaks redden.
She knew she had. She'd been thinking:somethings goeing on with draco,somethings not as she plucked and dropped the petals in, like how cunfused teenagers think he loves me, he loves me not. Two petals from the end, she realized that if she kept going as she was, from the flowers perspective at least, something was wrong. She couldn't admit that.
So she'd pulled off two petals at once, potion forgotten.
somethings not. She'd thought with guilty, tainted, unconvincing finality. "NO, i didn't. The petal was split down the middle."she lied.
"if you say so..."Harry said reluctantly.
"but it's awfully orange." "It's not THAT orange. Just sort of FUNGUS orange. Not neon orange. Yet." Hermione and Ron glared at Harry.
"It's awfully orange."Harry admitted with a heavy sigh.
Luckily, at that moment, the hour was up, and Potions was dismissed.
Draco made his way down the gloomy corridor, clutching his books to his chest. Although he stood streight and imprevious as ever, he felt no such thing. Try as he might, he couldn't stop thinking about Hermione.
"girls gonna get it." The voice made Draco start. He kept walking, not wanting to deal with anyone at the moment, not evan having the heart to give the wayfearer a hard time.
Any other day he would have been an unfortunate wayfearer.
But today he wasn't worth Draco's energy.
He didn't bother to scout out the boy, just kept on walking, almost glad of the distraction.
"Granger..."the voice sneered.
Draco went stiff.
"If she wasn't there, Harry wouldn't be a problem. He's lucky, that's all. She's clever. He needs her. And she's always gaining points for Gryffendor." Draco froze, pressing his ear to a wall. The voice was oviously just around the bend, but it wasn't moving. Draco listened intently.
"All we've got to do is finish rigging this and get Dumbledor down here. When he sees her....with..with..."the voice broke off in a fit of giggles. "...at the scene of the crimb..she'll be expelled! Possibly injured, too. But definately expelled!" Draco swore he could hear someone rubbing their hands together in glee.
He knew Hermione was headed to Arithmancy. He hoped no one would notice him being late.
There was something he had to do.