Eyes on Fire
Chapter 21
AuthorQuickNotes: Sorry for the late update but I was out of town for my sister's wedding so I was a bit preoccupied with partying with my family. It was a blast and my calves hurt from dancing for a straight three hours practically, lol. Super fun. Anywho, this chapter isn't too eventful but you can see the bonding moment between Draco and Jenn, I hope. Just to give you a slight foreshadowing, the "moment" is coming up! Yay, huh? So exciting. I already have it all planned out and just so you know, if you're under the age of 12... it's a bit raunchy for a first kiss! Haha. I'm bad... I know. Anywho, enjoy lovelies. Ciao!
I leaned over and kissed Harry's cheek, smiling when he looked over at me, smiling his cheeky grin. "I'll see you later, yes?" I whispered, placing my forehead against his. He nodded and tilted his head forward, kissing me before releasing me. It was detention time. I was exhausted from Quidditch practice and really didn't want to go to detention. Next weekend, on Sunday, was Gryffindors first quidditch match against Slytherin, of all teams. I wasn't looking forward to that match since I had no idea if Malfoy was on the team. I really didn't want to see him in his uniform; it'd ignite that little irritating flame instantly.
I stood from the couch and pulled on my black pea coat, heading out of the common room and downstairs. I was really dreading detention tonight and I really wanted to go back to Harry but that'd earn me more detentions. So I walk toward the dungeons, rather halfheartedly, as I dug my hands into the pockets of my pea coat. I wasn't looking forward to detention, on a Saturday night of all nights. I had no school tomorrow and I was stuck being miserable with that Malfoy git than with my boyfriend. That was lame and I hated it. But I stuck to it because I only had twenty-three more after this one so it wasn't that far, I guess.
I slowed my walk when I saw the clock said I was a good ten minutes early as I relaxed my walk, letting my mind wander. They mainly revolved around Malfoy, which drove me crazy. I felt so obsessed with him but I knew the moment I got all the lust I had for him out, I wouldn't think about him at all. I was weird when it came to things like this. I never had a problem with it before so I guess this was what it felt like to want something that you can't have. I sighed as I walked up to Snape's classroom, pushing the door open and frowning when I saw Snape in there as well as Malfoy. I was last, which I hated. I walked in fully and they both looked up at me, both blankly. I flushed and sat in my usual seat. Snape waited for a second before standing. "I wrote the ingredients for a very difficult potion for both of you to do as a team since I think it'll teach you both a lesson for what you're being punished for. The instructions are right after. If you both have half a brain, which you do, it shouldn't be hard to get this potion right," he stated.
"I'll be doing my rounds and when I come back in two hours, it better be done correctly or you get another week of detention just because," Snape stated lastly before sweeping out of the room. I blinked; that guy could walk so fast sometimes. I looked over at Malfoy with a scowl (even though I'd rather flash him my flirtatious smile) and he did the same. Neither of us moved as we sat there, the clock ticking.
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ," I mumbled, rolling my eyes. I didn't want another week of detention. "You can just sit there on your fat ass while I do this stupid potion, ok? I'll save your ass just for the hell of it." Malfoy stared up at me, shocked once again. This was the second time I was doing this. Why couldn't I be a heartless bitch like he was at the moment? I grabbed all the ingredients and began working on the potion, cursing Malfoy out loud on purpose. I was using all the American slang I had memorized and he was staring up at me, almost like I had grown two more heads. "What the fuck you staring at?" I snapped, glaring at him. "This is what happens when I'm mad. I don't use that lame British slang!" Malfoy rolled his eyes and stood, heading toward the potion. I eyed him. He looked down at the potion and without looking up at the instructions, grabbing some ginger root and split it in half, mashing some in his hand before spilling it into the potion and staring at me smugly.
He didn't say anything as I stirred, pouring in some of the fuchsia colored liquid, pouring in as the potion turned a musty green color. Malfoy stopped my hand, narrowing his eyes at me as I stirred counter clock wise. He grabbed some knotgrass and tore it into small pieces before chopping it with the blade and dumping the grass into the potion, turning it a very yellow color. I began stirring as he heated up the potion, watching it begin to boil. I watched him, curiously. He was very good at potions. Harry and the others were lying when they said Snape just gave him the real good grade. The potion began boiling and he quickly began shaking one of the liquids needed to be used until it began popping and spurting. He poured it in and I stirred counter clockwise, quickly.
Malfoy and I stared at each other before we both looked at the board. It called for the person to blow on the potion as one stirred. I didn't know if he really wanted to blow on the potion so I handed him the stirring spoon. He smirked and began stirring as I pulled my hair up, beginning to blow softly on the potion. I didn't know what this potion was for but it smelt amazing. It actually stirred my insides in a ticklish way. I kept blowing though for another thirty seconds before standing and watching the potion turn a teal color, which was what the instructions asked for. I grabbed a vial and took a sample, sealing it and labeling it. I set it on Snape's desk and began cleaning up as Malfoy took his seat.
It didn't take long to clean up and I sat down afterwards, perching my legs up onto the desk. I looked over at Malfoy and took a deep breath. "Harry lies about you, you know?" Malfoy looked over at me. "He says you suck at potions and Snape just gives you the grade."
"Of course Potter would say that," Malfoy hissed. I smiled, shrugging. Harry did talk a lot of shit about Malfoy whenever I told Harry the nasty things Malfoy did to me that day. Malfoy didn't say anything else as I looked around, hesitantly. I actually got Malfoy to talk to me civilly. I didn't know what else to bring up as I sat there, chewing absentmindedly on my bottom lip. I looked over at Malfoy and couldn't help but think what kind of person he really was. There had to be a different person under all that hard exterior. No one always had that hard exterior. There had to be a person under there that was different. It might not be an immense difference but it was a difference.
"Malfoy," I stated and he looked over at me. "What's with the Slytherin and Gryffindor rivalry?" I couldn't think of anything else to ask. I wanted to see if he'd actually talk to me like a civil person for once. I wanted to see if Harry, Hermione, Ron, and Amy and the others were all right about him. I didn't think they were and I wanted to prove I was right.
"Hasn't St. Potter told you that story?" he snapped, glaring over at me. "I'm not going to waste my time talking to a pathetic person like you." I sighed, guessing Harry was right about Malfoy. If there was a difference under the hard exterior, it was buried so far under it that it was going to take a lame couple days to break through. I didn't ask anymore as the silence grew to a penetrating ring in my ear. I began tapping my fingers to a random beat on the desk but that earned a rather irritated snap of words from Malfoy so I stopped, just to amuse him. We still had a whole hour before Snape would come back and I was so sick of not talking. I was a talkative person and this silence was killing me. I should've brought a notebook with me so I could start on lyrics for my song, at least. Although there was no inspiration to write just yet.
So I sat, bored out of my mind. I absentmindedly chewed on the inside of my lip, tapping my fingers endlessly on the wooden desk once again. Malfoy looked over at me, his blue eyes darkening slightly as he began glowering at me. I glared back and resumed tapping my fingers on my desk, right in front of him. I didn't care. He wasn't the boss of me. Malfoy glared harder at me; this time, his upper lip kind of snarled and I rolled my eyes, strumming my fingers on the desk about five more times before stopping finally. It wasn't my fault the guy had no talkative sense, once so ever. He should be more open and talkative if he didn't want me strumming my fingers.
So we sat in silence…
An hour or so later, professor Snape strolled in with a rather displeased look on his face. He walked to his desk, grabbing the vial and looked at it. "You're both dismissed." He didn't say for me to leave first or Malfoy to leave first so I blinked standing and beginning to head out the door as Malfoy did the same. I headed out the door before Malfoy and began heading out of the dungeons as he headed down the hallway, deeper into the dungeons. We didn't look at each other this time around; we actually avoided looking at each other tonight, which I was thankful for.
As I began heading toward the main doors of Hogwarts, I paused and looked around. It was just before curfew and I've never ventured around this portion of Hogwarts. I let the large doors close before I turned and began heading up the main staircase. I had a good thirty minutes before the prefects and teachers began patrolling for students past curfew. I turned to the right and headed down the hallways, smiling at the portraits that were still wide awake. They just nodded their heads and resumed what they were doing.
I curved around and stopped a particular statue, making an intensive stare at it. It was a very different looking statue. As I was staring, I heard a weird shuffling noise so I turned around. I narrowed my eyes when I didn't see anything and went back to the odd statue. It reminded me of some statue in the European culture. I couldn't even explain it so I chuckled and continued walking. It began to get a bit chilly as I walked so I crossed my arms, my hands gripping my upper arms.
I got a funky feeling in my stomach and I looked around. I had to be somewhere around the seventh floor, but nowhere near the Gryffindor tower but as I walked by a wall, my mind pretty busy, the wall began shifting and I stared up at it, shocked and confused. It formed a very glorious looking door and I walked toward it, glancing left to right before pulling the door open and walking inside. The door molded away and I pushed my hand against the wall, amazed. "What a weird school," I commented before turning around to freeze. My heart dropped into my stomach as I stared around.
The layout looked just like my living room back in my home in Salem. Tears instantly collected on the rims as I walked toward the old, comfy couches before I let my hand grip the top of it before I laid down on it, curling into fetal position and placing a pillow under my head. There was no way I was going back up to the Gryffindor tower so I grabbed the strangely familiar, triple pattern throw blanket and pulled it over me. I was glad tomorrow was Sunday and there were no classes. I huddled against the back of the couch and let my tears fall down my cheeks, keeping to myself as I laid there. I didn't know what the hell kind of room this was but I needed to make sure I remembered where it was. I would be coming here at every chance I could…