Hey guys! I hope you like the chapter! I own nothing but Angie, can't even afford a pencil, let's do this!
If there's one good thing you can say about my brother, it's that he's persistent. Granted, he's also really stubborn, but when that git wants something, he doesn't rest until he has it. He wanted to be on the quidditch team like Harry was, he practiced all summer (and convinced father to give the team new brooms). He wanted me to stay away from my friends, he told me that every chance he got until he graduated. I'm just saying, I can see why he's a Slytherin, even ignoring our bloodline. He's the most ambitious person I've ever met. But, while that's all well and good, sometimes he becomes so obsessed with achieving something, that he forgets what's important. His own health and well-being for instance. Like that time he ended up in St Mungo's from breathing paint fumes, just because he wanted to prove to Astoria he could paint a damn nursery.
SfDr: I thought you agreed to never mention that again…
What can I say, Scorp asked me to put it in. He asked in the letter I got this morning as a matter of fact. He's learned from his favourite aunty that it's fun to tease his dad.
SfDr: ...He's not visiting you during summer holidays anymore.
Yeah, over my dead body. I wanna hear all about his first year in person!
Anyways, a few months went by, and even though Umbridge had formed and inquisitorial squad to try to find the D.A., they still hadn't had any luck. I remember reading in the common room at almost midnight, and Draco, Crabbe and Goyle coming in, looking more exhausted and fed up each passing day. One night, only the two gorillas came in. "Hey, where's Draco?" I asked them.
"Like we'd tell you." Goyle grunted.
"You filthy blood traitor." Crabbe added. I rolled my eyes.
"Ok ok, calm down." I advised. "I was just wondering why he wasn't with you like he usually is." The boys glowered darkly at me and went up to their dorm. I rolled my eyes and went back to my book. "So overdramatic." I muttered under my breath.
About half an hour later, Draco finally walked in and, not noticing I was in the corner, collapsed on the couch. I closed my book and slowly walked over to look over the back of the couch. He looked exhausted, and more than usual. "Draco?" I whispered.
"God damn it…" He mumbled before opening his eyes and looking up at me. "Why are you still up Angie?" He asked.
"I was reading." I explained. "But the real question is, why are YOU still up? Crabbe and Goyle were back ages ago." He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"Umbridge." He replied simply. "She wanted to know if we'd found Potter yet."
"Oh." I replied nonchalantly, as if he weren't also hunting my best friends. "Have you?" He looked at me in an annoyed way.
"What do you think?" He asked dryly. Phew. They were still fine.
"I'm sure it can't be that bad." I told him, brushing hair off his forehead. That's when I realized how bad he was sweating. "Oh my God," I exclaimed, holding the back of my hand on his forehead. "You have a fever!" He pushed my hand away in annoyance.
"I'm fine Ange." He said defiantly. I shook my head at him, taking his wrist and checking his pulse.
"No, you're sweating, and shaking, and your heart is beating REALLY fast." I corrected. "You should go see Pomfrey." Draco pulled his wrist away, sitting up.
"I'm telling you, I'm fine!" He huffed. I couldn't figure it out. How did he not feel sick from this? Then it hit me.
"No, you're stressed." I concluded "Sweating, increased heart rate, shaking, paling of the face, they're all symptoms of high stress. You're mad about not being able to find Harry." He rolled his eyes.
"1, I've always been pale Angie, just look at father." He began. "And 2, I'm not stressing over Potter's stupid club. I'm FINE." With that he stood up and went up the stairs to his dorm.
"Keep telling yourself that!" I called after him. God he was insufferable! It was always like that too, me handing him to answers to his problems, and him rejecting them. He thought he was SO smart, and that he was SO much better than me. Hell, maybe he was. But that doesn't mean that I was wrong about everything. Be that as it may though, I was too tired (and annoyed) to keep reading, so I went up to bed.
A few more weeks went by, and still Draco had had no luck tracking down the D.A., much to Umbridge's chagrin. And while I was feeling a bit relieved that Harry, Mal, The Lions and everyone were ok, I was becoming increasingly more worried about my brother. Every night, he came back to the common room later, and every morning he was missing from breakfast. I even resorted to asking Pansy where he was at one point. Apparently, he was still asleep. She also told me that he had been late for his first classes since January. Then Daphne dragged her away to class, glaring at me suspiciously. She was one of Draco's friends that hated me, so I was used to that by now.
It wasn't until about April that Draco's mood changed. He came into the common room late again, but this time he was wearing a smirk on his face. "Hey big brother." I said without looking up. "Any new developments?"
"Only the best sister of mine." He exulted, sitting down with me and still smirking. "We caught them today."
"What?!" I asked in shock, looking up to face him so fast I cracked my neck. "How?"
"Veritaserum." He replied simply. "Grabbed a member and gave her some. Only a matter of time before she told."
"Which member?" I asked.
"I dunno, some Ravenclaw 6th year." He replied nonchalantly. "But we also found something you might like to know." My stomach dropped.
"What's that?" I asked, trying not to sound how I felt.
"Your 3 little friends were there." He told me, still smirking.
"Wow, really?" I asked, hoping that was convincing enough. It seemed to be, as he didn't question me.
"Yeah. Guess they've been lying to you for a while." He continued. "What did they say they were doing?"
"Homework." I muttered in reply.
"Without you? You HAVE to know that was a lie." He said dryly. I shrugged. "Well, don't you worry, they're going to be in detention from now until the graduate." With that, he got up, ruffled my hair, and went up to his dorm to bed.
This wasn't good.
Hope you guys enjoyed! Wow, it's like, 12:40 a.m., I guess I can't sleep. Oh well.
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~Anwyn:)