Remington showed up to Defence Against the Dark Arts a bit early, flashing a look at Snape as she walked in, but he shot her an equally pointed one.

Ron's poisoning had been bothering her. And of course, she knew it most likely had something to do with Draco. Since the beginning of the year, bad things normally did. She'd almost been expecting to talk to Snape about it, but now that she was here, she realized how stupid she was to have thought such.

She settled into a seat in the back row, as she always tried to do. She yanked her textbook onto the table, and seeing as nobody else was in the room yet, she cast another look in Snape's direction before opening her book.

"I'm assuming you've heard?" She prompted, not turning her eyes on him. The words had been itching to leave her mouth. All she wanted to know was whether it was Draco's doing or not, for certain.

"If you are speaking of the... incident last night-" Snape trailed off.

"And I'm right to believe it's something to do with him?" She continued. When he didn't respond, she knew she'd been correct.

A few people started to make their way into class, sitting randomly about the room. When Draco walked in, he wordlessly took a seat beside her.

She shifted a bit, straightening her back slightly and glancing at her lap before saying, "I need to talk to you." She spoke quietly.

"I knew you would." He returned.

She gave him a long, calculating look. With that, she knew he was fully aware of what had happened to Ron Weasley, and he wasn't going to deny having a hand in it.

She spent the class only partially paying attention, and failed to catch any of the notes that Snape went through, though she did manage to scribble down the assignment before the bell rang to dismiss them. She slid her books into her bag and caught Draco's eye before she left the room. Most of the class would be heading upstairs, to their common rooms, considering many of them had a free period this hour; the other few downstairs for Potions. But Remington started away from the stairs, knowing that she was followed by the prickle at the back of her neck and the soft sounds of pursuit.

She slipped into the first alcove she found, stepping back away from the light that drifted through the stained-glass window. Only a moment later, the blond boy joined her.

"You can't keep doing this, Draco." She said, not pausing for any pretext. "Pretty soon you're going to hit an unintended target and it's going to be fatal." Her voice was deliberate and low, not wanting to chance at someone overhearing. "Could you handle killing two people? One of your fellow students-"

"Don't, Remington." He said lowly, "Just don't."

"You don't." She shot back. "Just stick to your plan. This isn't going to end well if you keep this up-"

"It might not end well if I don't." He retorted.

She exhaled through her nose, closing her eyes for a moment. "Don't consider that." She said quietly, "Just focus on getting the Cabinet fixed."

"It's not exactly easy to overlook the fact my days are numbered." He started to argue.

"They aren't." She snapped. "Nor will they ever be, if I have anything to say about it." Her eyes flashed at him. "I'm not-"

"I regret to inform you, you really don't have anything to say about it."

"Stop. Please stop." She said. She'd turned her head to the side, her eyes closed. It wasn't a common occurrence for him to admit his doubts, even less so for him to argue everything that was against him. She knew he wasn't entirely confident with this task, it was obvious with these alternate attempts he'd made, but other than them, she wasn't sure how he dealt with it. She wasn't completely happy that he was still determined to show as little vulnerability to her as he could, particularly when he'd seen her at what was damn near her worst. She'd give him time, though. Hell, he could have all the time in the world.

But this sort of vulnerability, where he was genuinely considering the worst, and expecting its probability, wasn't what she wanted. And it wasn't anything she wished to listen to.

"I don't want to talk about this." She said quietly. The bell announcing the start of their next class jarred her back to reality. They didn't have all the time in the world. Despite the situation, they were still a part of normal life as well. "We're late for Potions."

"Well, seeing as we've already lost the House Points-" He began to say.

She gave him a look. "No." She said simply, stepping past him and out of the alcove, determined to get to class before she missed anything important. "I am not skipping Potions. I'm having a hard enough time as it is-"

There was a slight smirk on his lips as he walked at her side. "Suit yourself. If you'd like to walk into class late with me-"

At the time, she hadn't really grasped what he was getting at, being that she was a little preoccupied with trying to remember whether Slughorn was going to start going over something new that day. However, she knew exactly what he was insinuating the moment they stepped into the classroom.

Any class was the same. If someone were to walk through the door, the student body as a whole would look up to see who it was and what they wanted, whether out of pure curiosity, or hopes that it might be some excuse to get them out of work. And so, everyone looked up as Draco and Remington walked into the room.

Rem fought back the flush that threatened to creep onto her face and walked across the room to take the seat next to Blaise, who was smirking resolutely at her. She no longer sat with the Gryffindors, considering how much better she seemed to fare with Draco, and even Blaise. Draco silently claimed the spot beside her.

Slughorn's eyes followed them, and with as little ado as Rem supposed he was capable of, he took ten House Points from Slytherin and Gryffindor and continued on talking about the Polyjuice Potion. However, whispers still floated about the room over the interruption. One guess as to what everyone assumed Remington and Draco had been up to.

Rem felt a nudge to her elbow and looked over at Blaise, who still wore the same suggestive look. "So, did you have a nice-" He began to say quietly, but Remington quickly cut him off.

"Nothing happened, Zabini." She hissed under her breath. From her left, she could hear Draco laugh softly. She leaned back in her chair so she could alternately give them both scathing looks. "You're horrible. The both of you."