Chapter 7
Hello! Just some thanks and words of, of, . . .er. . .wisdom? Naaahh!! Anyway. . . * Takes cookie from dljewel.* You're a very nice person.* is cute* 'ank you!; I'm sorry chapter 4 was too graphic. I don't like chapter 4. It's not very good. Never mind! Yes, Abrosius, Hermione takes the heat for EVERYTHING! Muhahahahahahahahahahahah!!! Serves her right for * probably * being more intelligent than me!! Thanks for the spelling corrections, always appreciated! Everyone; r/r! Thank you all very much, Alysun.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters, but I do own the plot and several large pictures of Severus Snape. * g *
Onward!!
You Mustn't Say a Word
Draco was confused. He was standing outside Snape's classroom, staring at the wall distantly, only vaguely aware that it was there. How did he do it? How did he mange to be so normal? Did he, Draco, mean nothing to him? Was he just a mistake, to be forgotten and ignored? Did last night mean anything to the man? Anything at all? What did Severus think?! Draco's heart gave a funny jolt. He had called him Severus! What the hell was going on?! He feet started moving of their own accord, leading him to the Great Hall. Mindlessly, Draco managed to get a plateful of food to his place and sat down without any major incident. He picked up a fork and began to shovel food into his mouth. He realised he didn't know what he was eating. He looked down at the plate, where the mangled remains of a shepherds pie lay. Shepherds pie. Great. Okay. He carried on eating. So what if Se. . .SNAPE didn't care about him? Its not like you care about him, is it? Draco asked himself. Just because of a few fantasies from earlier last year. . .It was just a mistake. Heat of the moment. Get over it. He was suddenly aware of Pansy Parkinson. She had just sat herself down next to him and was talking. And when she talked, she Talked, thought Draco. "Oh, it must be terrible, Draco! Oh, it is, isn't it? It must be sooo hard, I know if MY daddy got murdered, I would be dreadfully upset! But I'd be crying, and your not, you are dreadfully brave, aren't you Draco? I just couldn't cope. Where are Crabbe and the other one? Goyle, that's it. Did you send them off? I don't blame you, they can't be very sympathetic, can they? I don't know why you stick around with them, really. But it's good that you do, your really nice underneath, aren't you, Draco? Are you all right? " Christ, thought Draco. Does this girl ever stop?! I don't think she's taken a breath once! "Me? Oh, I'm fine, y'know, hanging in there. . ." he said, knowing that that's what she wanted to hear. "Oh, you're so brave! I don't know how you do it, your always so cool and relaxed, Draco!" She squealed. Gods, if the pitch of her voice gets much higher, Dumbledore will be paying for new windows, Draco thought lazily. Oh, yeah, Dumbledore! He checked his watch, not even bothering to keep up with Pansy's constant stream of chatter. "Yeah, Pansy, I gotta go! Dumbledore wants me." He said and stood up. "Okay! If you ever need to talk to someone, come and find me, I'm a really good listener!" She exclaimed, and stood up also. Flashing Draco a brilliant white smile, she bounded off to join her friends. She's a good listener?! Yeah, I bet! The only thing she listens to is herself. He made his way quickly up to Dumbledore's office. He had been given directions and the password earlier that morning, in the post. He pulled out the note now as he approached the gargoyle. "Liquorice Wand?" He read uncertainly. Liquorice wand? Was he the only sane person in this place? The gargoyle swung aside to reveal a spiralling staircase. Cautiously, he stepped onto it, and stood nervously as it wound its way up. He checked the letter again. He would be a little late, but not as late as he had thought. Damn Pansy! The stair case ended and tipped Draco off onto a small landing. There was a door with a griffin-shaped door knocker on it. Griffin, Gryffindor, thought Draco wryly. Why not a serpent of some sort? He knocked. "Come in," came Dumbledore's voice, from behind the door. Draco pushed it open. Snape's words echoed in his head, 'you mustn't say a word to anyone' . He entered the room. He had never been in the Head Master's office before, and looked round curiously. There were picture's of sleeping people on the wall, presumably ex-Head Masters and Mistresses. In a black cabinet behind Dumbledore lay a shining sword. There was a phoenix in a large, gilded cage. And finally, there was Dumbledore himself, sitting behind his neat, organised desk, fingers steepled, eyes serious. "Do sit down, Draco," he said, his voice soft and kind. Draco was forcibly reminded of his Great Grandfather. He sat down awkwardly on the chair opposite Dumbledore and waited. Dumbledore sighed. "Draco, this won't be easy. Which is to be expected, but still. Your mother wishes for you to return to the Manor tonight?" "Yes, professor, " said Draco, keeping his voice as flat and monotone as possible. "Do you want to? You don't have to, although it would be advisable." "I'll go tonight, professor." No point in sticking around, anyway. "Good." There was a pause. "Have you seen Professor Snape today?" Dumbledore asked. Draco's eyes flickered, but managed to stop himself from looking surprised. Or at least he hoped he did. " Yes, professor. We had him third, for Potions," he said. Well, duh! He teaches Potions! Draco kicked himself mentally. "I believe he knew your father well?" Persisted Dumbledore. "I think so, sir," he said. He couldn't concentrate properly on Dumbledore; not while hearing Snape saying, 'you mustn't say a word to anyone', over and over again in his head. Dumbledore sighed. "Fair enough. There will be a carriage outside the Hall, waiting for you at eight o' clock. You may go now. Give my commiseration's to your Mother." "Yes, professor. Thank you, sir," replied Draco, and stood to leave. He left the room and closed the door behind him. He stood at the top of the stairs momentarily, and then murmured, "You mustn't say a word to anyone," before mounting the moving staircase. Inside his office, Dumbledore listened. He picked up a quill, dipped it in the ink pot, and wrote, absentmindedly on a bit of parchment. He heard the gargoyle grating shut, and looked at what he had written. "You mustn't say a word to anyone?" He mused out loud. "Hmmm. . ."
Draco left that night by the carriage. He hadn't seen Snape, and wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. He wasn't even sure whether he cared or not.
Hello! Just some thanks and words of, of, . . .er. . .wisdom? Naaahh!! Anyway. . . * Takes cookie from dljewel.* You're a very nice person.* is cute* 'ank you!; I'm sorry chapter 4 was too graphic. I don't like chapter 4. It's not very good. Never mind! Yes, Abrosius, Hermione takes the heat for EVERYTHING! Muhahahahahahahahahahahah!!! Serves her right for * probably * being more intelligent than me!! Thanks for the spelling corrections, always appreciated! Everyone; r/r! Thank you all very much, Alysun.
DISCLAIMER: I own none of the characters, but I do own the plot and several large pictures of Severus Snape. * g *
Onward!!
You Mustn't Say a Word
Draco was confused. He was standing outside Snape's classroom, staring at the wall distantly, only vaguely aware that it was there. How did he do it? How did he mange to be so normal? Did he, Draco, mean nothing to him? Was he just a mistake, to be forgotten and ignored? Did last night mean anything to the man? Anything at all? What did Severus think?! Draco's heart gave a funny jolt. He had called him Severus! What the hell was going on?! He feet started moving of their own accord, leading him to the Great Hall. Mindlessly, Draco managed to get a plateful of food to his place and sat down without any major incident. He picked up a fork and began to shovel food into his mouth. He realised he didn't know what he was eating. He looked down at the plate, where the mangled remains of a shepherds pie lay. Shepherds pie. Great. Okay. He carried on eating. So what if Se. . .SNAPE didn't care about him? Its not like you care about him, is it? Draco asked himself. Just because of a few fantasies from earlier last year. . .It was just a mistake. Heat of the moment. Get over it. He was suddenly aware of Pansy Parkinson. She had just sat herself down next to him and was talking. And when she talked, she Talked, thought Draco. "Oh, it must be terrible, Draco! Oh, it is, isn't it? It must be sooo hard, I know if MY daddy got murdered, I would be dreadfully upset! But I'd be crying, and your not, you are dreadfully brave, aren't you Draco? I just couldn't cope. Where are Crabbe and the other one? Goyle, that's it. Did you send them off? I don't blame you, they can't be very sympathetic, can they? I don't know why you stick around with them, really. But it's good that you do, your really nice underneath, aren't you, Draco? Are you all right? " Christ, thought Draco. Does this girl ever stop?! I don't think she's taken a breath once! "Me? Oh, I'm fine, y'know, hanging in there. . ." he said, knowing that that's what she wanted to hear. "Oh, you're so brave! I don't know how you do it, your always so cool and relaxed, Draco!" She squealed. Gods, if the pitch of her voice gets much higher, Dumbledore will be paying for new windows, Draco thought lazily. Oh, yeah, Dumbledore! He checked his watch, not even bothering to keep up with Pansy's constant stream of chatter. "Yeah, Pansy, I gotta go! Dumbledore wants me." He said and stood up. "Okay! If you ever need to talk to someone, come and find me, I'm a really good listener!" She exclaimed, and stood up also. Flashing Draco a brilliant white smile, she bounded off to join her friends. She's a good listener?! Yeah, I bet! The only thing she listens to is herself. He made his way quickly up to Dumbledore's office. He had been given directions and the password earlier that morning, in the post. He pulled out the note now as he approached the gargoyle. "Liquorice Wand?" He read uncertainly. Liquorice wand? Was he the only sane person in this place? The gargoyle swung aside to reveal a spiralling staircase. Cautiously, he stepped onto it, and stood nervously as it wound its way up. He checked the letter again. He would be a little late, but not as late as he had thought. Damn Pansy! The stair case ended and tipped Draco off onto a small landing. There was a door with a griffin-shaped door knocker on it. Griffin, Gryffindor, thought Draco wryly. Why not a serpent of some sort? He knocked. "Come in," came Dumbledore's voice, from behind the door. Draco pushed it open. Snape's words echoed in his head, 'you mustn't say a word to anyone' . He entered the room. He had never been in the Head Master's office before, and looked round curiously. There were picture's of sleeping people on the wall, presumably ex-Head Masters and Mistresses. In a black cabinet behind Dumbledore lay a shining sword. There was a phoenix in a large, gilded cage. And finally, there was Dumbledore himself, sitting behind his neat, organised desk, fingers steepled, eyes serious. "Do sit down, Draco," he said, his voice soft and kind. Draco was forcibly reminded of his Great Grandfather. He sat down awkwardly on the chair opposite Dumbledore and waited. Dumbledore sighed. "Draco, this won't be easy. Which is to be expected, but still. Your mother wishes for you to return to the Manor tonight?" "Yes, professor, " said Draco, keeping his voice as flat and monotone as possible. "Do you want to? You don't have to, although it would be advisable." "I'll go tonight, professor." No point in sticking around, anyway. "Good." There was a pause. "Have you seen Professor Snape today?" Dumbledore asked. Draco's eyes flickered, but managed to stop himself from looking surprised. Or at least he hoped he did. " Yes, professor. We had him third, for Potions," he said. Well, duh! He teaches Potions! Draco kicked himself mentally. "I believe he knew your father well?" Persisted Dumbledore. "I think so, sir," he said. He couldn't concentrate properly on Dumbledore; not while hearing Snape saying, 'you mustn't say a word to anyone', over and over again in his head. Dumbledore sighed. "Fair enough. There will be a carriage outside the Hall, waiting for you at eight o' clock. You may go now. Give my commiseration's to your Mother." "Yes, professor. Thank you, sir," replied Draco, and stood to leave. He left the room and closed the door behind him. He stood at the top of the stairs momentarily, and then murmured, "You mustn't say a word to anyone," before mounting the moving staircase. Inside his office, Dumbledore listened. He picked up a quill, dipped it in the ink pot, and wrote, absentmindedly on a bit of parchment. He heard the gargoyle grating shut, and looked at what he had written. "You mustn't say a word to anyone?" He mused out loud. "Hmmm. . ."
Draco left that night by the carriage. He hadn't seen Snape, and wasn't sure whether that was a good thing or not. He wasn't even sure whether he cared or not.