(Author's Note: So, I have not updated in a really, really long time, and I am very sorry. I feel so bad. . . Uh, this chapter is a little short and kinda random, so, yeah. :P As always, reviews and constructive criticism are very welcome. Also, if you have any questions about the story or the characters or really anything, feel free to leave a comment/review asking about it.I'll respond ASAP :) Btw, thanks for putting up with my never posting enough. I, again, apologize sincerely for being slow. Haha :) Thanks for reading. Enjoy!)
It had two hours since Katelyn had left with Hermione; they were now next door in the girls' dorm. McGonagall had come and taken the Silencing charm off their room. She scolded Draco and then told him that research was being done on a potion that may be able to weaken the bond. Yet another precaution to keep the two from murdering each other.
Hitherto, Draco had been enduring an irritating headache, which, now had turned into an agonizing migraine. The pain was awful and he would not be able to handle it much longer. "Granger!" he yelled, thankful that someone would be able to hear him.
"What do you want?" she shouted back. She and Katelyn were lounging on the soft carpet doing homework.
"Hermione, don't yell. Migraine," Katelyn whined, holding her hands to her forehead.
"Oh, right. Sorry."
Draco called again. "Granger!"
She sighed and got up from her work. When she walked in, Draco was laying face down on the floor amongst the bean bag chairs. "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"Migraine. She needs to come back. Now."
"I don't think—"
"Now!"
"Ugh . . . Fine . . ." She left, muttering under her breath.
When Katelyn trudged back in holding he head, Draco's migraine immediately subdued. She walked over, kicked him in the gut and sat down on a bean bag. "Sorry I slapped you."
"Gee, thanks," he replied sarcastically.
Hermione rolled her eyes and left. "You two are ridiculous. I'm going to the library." She let the door shut behind her.
The two Slytherins continued fighting.
"I don't understand why Granger called us both ridiculous. I'm obviously the sane one out of the two of us." Draco said, sitting up.
"Oh, shove off, Ferret. If either of us has gone mad, it's you, no doubt."
"Ferret? Ferret! Do I look like a ferret to you? Surprise! I'm a person, not a rodent."
"That's debatable . . . "
"What do you mean by that?"
Yet again, their door opened. This time, it was Blaise, who walked in nonchalantly and sat down between the two. "Thought I heard raised voices. What's up with you guys this time?"
"It seems Draco has lost his sense of self-worth."
"Oh, shut up, O'Doherty! Don't be such a tattle-tale."
"Tattle-tale? How old are you? Five?"
Blaise interrupted. "Actually, both of you are acting like children right now."
Draco looked offended. "I am not! She's the one who called me Ferret."
Blaise couldn't help but snort. "Seriously?" he asked Katelyn, who nodded, smirking.
"That's brilliant," he said as he badly hid his laughter.
"You two are unbelievable," Draco muttered, rolling his eyes.
"Well, thank you."
"Seriously, I mean it. I have no clue why I put up with you."
"Well, I'm your best friend, and, well, you just will have to deal with her forever, I guess."
"How lovely," he replied, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"And how. So, if you're done threatening each other, I think I'll be off."
"Thank god," Katelyn said spitefully.
"Gee, thanks, Green. I'll miss you too."
"Don't call me that!" she shouted as the door shut.
"Why does he call you that?" Draco asked.
"Because he's a freak."
"Well, that would explain that."
"Also explains why you're friends with him."
"Yeah, I guess— Hey!"
"Hay is for horses."
"Oh, har har. Aren't you just hilarious?"
"Hm, I'd like to thing I am; yes."
"Of course you do."
"Right, well, I'm bored. Come on," she said, walking toward the door.
Draco followed reluctantly. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
"Well, that narrows the choices down a bit."
"Oh, be quiet."
"Welcome to the Music Wing," Katelyn said happily. They had been walking for Merlin knows how long before she had stopped in front of a large door.
"Hogwarts has a Music Wing?" Draco asked, eying the elaborate door. Despite its decoration, the place looked old and worn down.
"Hogwarts has everything, Draco." As soon as she opened the door, Draco could feel her mood lighten by a million.
"Why exactly are we here?" he asked spitefully, taking advantage of her peaceful disposition.
"Because I'm bored and, if you'll allow be to be quite frank, you piss me off."
Apparently her mood was still wavering. Draco spoke carefully, but still with a slight sneer. "You were frank before I allowed it."
"That's too bad," she replied, smirking cheerfully.
"Whatever . . . . You know, you may be "Miss Musical" but what do you expect me to do here? I've never played an instrument in my entire life."
Katelyn snorted. "That's a lie. You've an organ at home. Cissy had you take lessons and apparently you're really good." She rummaged through a box of recent music and handed him a random stack of songs, smiling at the pink tint starting on Draco's cheeks.
"I cannot believe my mother told you that."
"I can't believe you're ashamed. I think it's pretty adorable." She sat down at a baby grand piano with a single piece of music.
Draco sat at his own piano and looked at the pile of music in his hands. "Hey, how come these are all by Muggle artists?"
"Not all of the music in here is by Muggles. Actually, only a tiny portion of it is."
"And you hand me that small portion. Why?"
"Oh . . . no reason."
Draco raised an eyebrow. "You're hiding something. Spill."
"I got a letter from Cissy. I'd get used to Muggle culture if I were you."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing, yet."
"Oh God! She isn't going to try to reform me, is she?"
"What? No, of course not. Why would she do that?" She didn't sound very convincing.
"Oh God!" His head hit the piano keys and O'Doherty winced at the dissonant chord it held.
"Oh, come on. She isn't making the family give up magic or anything. I swear. She just wants you to be more open to other things, like Muggle things. Cissy reckons your dad's teachings were a bit harsh . . . Who knows; maybe you'll like some Muggle stuff? Like, music, for instance."
Draco lifted his head from the piano. "Yeah. That's likely."
Katelyn sighed. "Speaking of your dad . . . has the Ministry decided what they're going to do with him yet?" She spoke delicately as she casually plotted notes on the keys.
"Yeah. Dementor's Kiss."
Her hand hit the keys which made another dissonant sound. "What?!"
"Oh, don't act so surprised. What did you expect?"
"But . . . well—uh . . . um . . ." Katelyn stammered and was unable to form a complete thought.
"Look. I really don't care. Don't be all sympathetic. He deserves it. For all I care, they can give him the Kiss and then let him rot."
"That's a horrible thing to say."
"Yeah, well. He did some horrible things . . . and so did I."
O'Doherty rolled her eyes. "Oh, not this again. This is ridiculous." She looked through a box of songs near her piano and handed one to him. "Here. Play this."
"Perfect by Simple Plan?"
"Just look at the song."
He studied it for a moment, his eyebrows rising higher as he flipped pages. "This . . . This is. . ."
"Relatable?" Katelyn quipped, smiling at his new discovery.
"Well, yes."
"That's why I like Simple Plan. A lot of people can relate to their songs in some way or another." She sat back down at her piano and started playing again. "Read it, learn it, play it; you'll feel better. I promise."
Even though he was intrigued by the song Draco was still going to be defiant about it. "I don't see how scribbles on a paper could make anyone feel better."
"I'd hardly call it scribbles, Draco . . . "
With that comment he set up his area and got to work, giving into his curiosity.
After two hours he had learned about half of the song, (Piano-wise, of course. He would never sing in front of O'Doherty.), and was feeling pretty proud of himself. He looked over to where she was seated at her baby grand, flawlessly playing a complicated song that reminded him of a record spinning. You know, flowy- sounding. "Hey, what are you playing?"
"A song," she stated, not taking her eyes from the piano.
Draco rolled his eyes. "What a genius observation, O'Doherty. If I'd remembered you were too stupid for logical conversation I wouldn't have said anything."
This was countered with an eye roll of her own. "It's an accompaniment to a song I like." Her voice became considerably quieter. "You blithering idiot . . ."
He heard that last part even though she tried to hide it. "Well. That's not very nice," he said with a sneer.
"And neither are you," she retorted.
Getting tired of being slyly insulted, he got p and stood over her shoulder as obnoxiously as possible. He read the title while precariously leaning over her head. "Turning Tables by . . . Adeelee?"
O'Doherty's hand flew to her head in the mother of all facepalms. "You are really daft . . . Adele . . . It's pronounced Adele."
"Oh. Well, that's a stupid name."
She looked up at him. "Do you have a question, or are you just here to annoy me?"
Draco could clearly sense her impatience. Annoying her is always fun. He looked down at her and smirked. "Scoot over."
"No."
"Yes." He pushed her over to one side of the piano bench and sat down. "So . . . music . . . "
O'Doherty huffed an angry sigh. "Alright. None of this." Setting the lid down over the keys, she turned to Draco who was feigning innocence. "What?"
"Whatever do you mean, Green?"
O'Doherty rolled her eyes. "Merlin, you're obnoxious . . ." She got up and made her way to the door. Draco followed and pumped his fist in the air.
"To Dinner!" he called, taking the lead down the corridor.
This earned him a skeptic look from Katelyn. "What is with you today, Mr. Cheerful . . .? " She merely laughed when Draco shot her a rude look before turning around.
