Chapter 5
Draco paced around the dimly lit common room. He couldn't stop the battle from raging in his gut. He wanted to take a dagger and stab at it. He wanted to curse himself for letting his real feelings get involved with the plan. He'd never felt like this before and when he did, WHY POTTER? Draco picked up a book from the table and hurled it across the room. It landed on the stone floor in front of the fireplace. Shea, who had been watching him pace for some time now, stood up and made her way over to him.
"Draco..." Shea said slowly. Draco paused and ran a hand over his slicked back blonde hair. Shea grabbed his arm. "I know something is troubling you." She said seriously. Her dark bangs swayed to the right and her almond shaped eyes gleamed in the fire light. Draco sighed and put his head in his hands. "Oh my gosh, Draco." Shea said, putting a comforting arm around him.
"Is it your father? Is he forcing you to become a death eater?" She asked quietly. "He isn't forcing me. I choose the Dark Side willingly," He said, his gray eyes troubled. "I belong there. Where no one cares. And no one loves." His voice was raspy. Shea shuddered. "No, every person needs care and love, Draco."
Draco looked up into her dark eyes and smiled genuinely. "They do, but I don't. I can't love - I can't care!" He said, laughing faintly. "I can't be loved, and I can't be cared for." Shea shook her head. "I love you, Draco." Draco's head whipped around to face hers. "As a friend." She added, laughing. "A best friend."
Draco laughed as well. "Harry cares about you." She said suddenly. Draco's heart leaped before he could help it and he muttered a curse under his breath. "He told me so. He's got it bad. He just doesn't know if he can trust you." Now Draco's heart was doing cartwheels. "Stop it!" He growled, looking down at his chest. Shea looked at him, her expression worried. "Are you feeling all right?" She asked strangely. Draco looked up from his chest and blushed.
"I'm fine." He said. "I think I'll head to bed." Shea's shoulders slumped as she waved good night. Once inside his silky green sheets, he drifted off to a deep sleep...
The next morning, the Pansy Parkinson marched over to Draco, Mairead O'Leary at her side. "Hello, Drakie!" She said wickedly. "I was hoping we could forget that lil scene in the Great Hall and.. you could be my escort for the next Hogsmeade trip?" She said silkily. Mairead stared at Pansy oddly, and crossed her arms over her chest as if she were bored.
"No." Draco replied, closing his textbook. He leaned against the bark of the tree and stared out at the glistening lake. Pansy pouted. "But Drakie, I need you!" Draco turned to face her. Her pug face was set in a frown, and her dirty blonde curls were being tossed around in the breeze. "Pansy, get my name right. It's Draco, not Drakie." He said, walking to the other side of the tree. Pansy stomped a foot and followed him.
"Pansy, he is right! You are an obsessive FREAK!" Draco heard Mairead cry. Pansy let out a low hiss. "I have plenty of friends, Mairead O'Leary. I don't need you." Pansy replied stoutly. Mairead rolled her eyes as Pansy's old gang of Slytherin girls strolled by, Shea Mui in the center of the group. She hurried to join them, her long black hair twirling behind her due to the wind. Pansy let out a moan and stared at Draco, who smirked sheepishly and walked back towards the school.
He noticed a pale spidery figure lurking near the font stair case and paused. "Eve!" He called out, heading over to her. She dropped her books and bent down to pick them up quickly. "Hi, Draco." She said quietly. He eyes were puffy and it looked as if she'd been crying for hours. "Whats wrong?" He asked suddenly. She shuddered. "I can't get to Mudblood Granger!" She cried. "She's always surrounded by a group of friends! Draco, I think she knows that I plan to kidnap her!" She whispered hoarsly.
* * *
"Harry, look out!" Katie Bell called out as a stray bludger headed towards Harry. Harry swerved his Firebolt straight down and paused to catch his breath. "Our match is coming up soon, start paying attention!" Angelina cried, pounding the golden goal post hoop, frusturated. Ron zoomed towards Harry. "I don't think Angelina likes you very much, mate." He said quietly. Harry glared and shrugged. "I never though she did. I just wish I knew why she's acting like Wood's personality twin."
"Duh," Danielle said, approaching as well. Her auburn hair hung loosely. "She wants to win." She said, rolling her amber eyes. "Are you three planning an orgy over there or something?" Angelina shouted angrily. "Get your asses into position!" Alicia Spinnet tossed the quaffle to Katie, who shot it at the goal post which Ron was guarding. He caught it, surprising everyone.
"Weasley is our king..." Hummed Danielle with a broad smile. Harry searched around for the snitch. Aha! The snitch was hovering near the ground below Angelina. He shot downward and quicky caught it. Angelina peered down at him. "Trying to take a peek under my cloak, Potter?" She asked furiously. She grinned with she saw the golden ball in his hand. "Good job."
Practice went on for another hour or so. Another hour of Angelina's increasing impatience and urge to win. Harry was desperate to go back to the castle and escape all of the yelling. Finally, they were allowed to go back inside.
Ron wiped his brow and flashed Harry a sheepish grin, his red hair wet from sweat. "What a practice. Did'ja see me make that save?" He asked, all excited. Danielle laughed and walked out of the locker rooms to find Ginny. Harry nodded. "Yes, you're a good keeper," He said, walking out the door. Ron followed him, talking enthusiastically. "Are you and Morgan going out now," Harry asked randomly. "Yes, we are. Don't tell 'Mione, she'd have a cow. You see, she's trying to get me to go out with Nadia Smith, but I like Morgan..."
Harry ignored him as he caught a glimpse of blonde hair from the other end of the corridor. It was Draco. His heart leapt in his chest. You hate Draco, he told himself silently. No you don't, his conscience shot back. Harry's shoulders slumped. Draco looked up suddenly, and stared into Harry's eyes.
"Ugh, it's Ferret Boy." Ron said, going up the steps. "You coming?" He asked, staring down at Harry. Harry shook his head. "In a minute." Ron shrugged and headed up the last of the steps, eventually disappearing from sight. Draco walked over to Harry swiftly.
"You've got to stay with Mudblood Granger at all times." Draco said sternly. Harry was confused. The troubled look in Draco's steely gray eyes worried him. "What? Why?" Harry asked. "Just do it!" Draco said, backing up quickly. Harry's head turned - Eve Studt had appeared at the end of the hall, a hurt look on her face.
"Go! Now!" Draco said angrily, disappearing in the other direction. Eve glared and took off after him, dropping her school bag. Harry stared at the spot in which Draco had stood, puzzled. He picked up Eve's school bag and walked quickly to the Gryffindor common room.
He skimmed through a tatty black notebook and his mouth dropped open; Eve was going to kidnap Hermione! Harry's eyes skimmed the common room. Hermione wasn't there.
* * *
"What do you think you're doing?" Eve hissed in Draco's ear. Draco turned quickly and stared into Eve's lonely eyes. "You went and told Potter, didn't you? You've told him the plan!" She said quietly. Draco shook his head. "I'm doing my part of the plan!" Draco hissed back. "I've got to make him fall in love with me, right?" He lied.
An image of Harry's face appeared in his mind and Draco grinned. Eve put her spidery hands on her hips and glared. "I'm not that thick." She said quietly. She suddenly winced and rubbed the miniature Dark Mark burned into her skin. "I've got to go, Draco. I hope you're telling me the truth, for your own sake." She said, her tone hollow. She fled from the corridor, her black curls bouncing with every step she took.
Draco sighed and leaned against the stone wall, his face glistening with sweat. "Draco..." Said a stern voice. Draco opened his eyes and stared into the pointed face of his aunt, Amelia Marvos. Her blonde hair was pinned back and her thin lips were curved into a worried expression.
"Lucius wants to know if you want the Dark Mark burned into your flesh," She said, tugging on her black cloak. Draco thought for a moment. "I don't know. Probably." He said, getting annoyed. She stared at him blankly. "You'll probably regret it if you don't." She said before walking away. Draco slumped against the wall again.
"Hey," said a quiet voice. Draco looked up again. "If some one else says my name one more time I'll...!" He looked up into Harry's green eyes. "Hermione wasn't in the common room or the library." Harry said, taking a deep breath. Draco thought for a moment. "Well, she shouldn't be missing yet. But she might be now."
Draco peered down the corridor and was glad that it was empty. He pulled Harry in for a kiss and then leaned back against the wall again. Harry looked as if he were in deep thought; his green eyes were squinted in concentration. Draco smoothed down his slicked back hair and frowned. "Shouldn't you still be trying to find her?" He asked, a tad bit annoyed. Not that he cared for Mudblood Granger or anything, he just didn't want the plan to work well.
There. He had admitted it to himself. His feelings for Harry Potter were there and he couldn't avoid them any longer. Harry ran a hand through his untidy black hair nervously. "I don't know where else she'd be. Unless she's in the..." He motioned for Draco to follow as he hurried up the flight of stairs. 2 staircases and a corridor later, they were inside of the out-of-order girls lavotry. A transparent form of a girl with pigtails and glasses zoomed towards the enterance.
"Oh, hello Harry." She said, batting her eyelashes at him. Draco raised an eyebrow. "You're Moaning Myrtle! I've read about you!" He said, staring at Myrtle in awe. Myrtle glared. "You've read about me, eh? And who are you? You look like a Malfoy." She said, her lips curling in disgust.
"He is a Malfoy, but not as bad as the rest." Harry said quickly. Draco responded with a glare. Harry shrugged and glanced around. "Looking for Granger?" Myrtle asked, floating towards the sinks. Harry nodded seriously, peering under the stalls. "Why are you looking in here?" Draco asked, glancing around.
"You don't like it?" Barked Myrtle, zooming down. "Then don't come in!" Draco smirked as Myrtle floated towards Harry. "She came in here and took something from over there," Myrtle said, pointing near the sink that was the enterance to the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry walked over to where Myrtle was pointing and stared around. All that was left were a few flasks with molding Polyjuice Potion in them and the cauldron. Draco stared down at them. "What the hell is in that?" He asked, plugging his nose as the scent of the potion filled his nostrils.
"Polyjuice Potion." Harry responded, rummaging through the pile of flasks. It looked as if some one had made many potions in here after the trio had made their Polyjuice Potion. "How do you know?" Draco asked suspiciously.
Harry looked up. "We made it," He said slowly. Draco had the strangest feeling that Harry was keeping something from him.
* * *
Harry glanced around the common room and his eyes rested on some one with bushy brown hair; Hermione. She was sitting next to Nadia, Ginny, and Danielle and they were all talking furiously. Harry hurried over to them and stared at Hermione blankly.
"Where have you been?" He demanded. She glanced up at him curiously. "What do you mean, Harry?" She asked, puzzled. Nadia glanced up. "She's been with me," She said simply. Ginny and Danielle nodded, but quickly glanced down at the papers they were reading. Harry put his hands on his hips.
"You weren't in the common room, the library, or the great hall." He said, becoming annoyed; he knew she was bluffing. "I was in the girls dormitory," She said sharply. "Why do you care where I was anyway?" She asked. Her amber eyes pierced Harry's, and he knew that she knew about him and Malfoy. She stared into his eyes, then suddenly turned her head as if she had found what she was looking for.
She began to gather her books as Morgan and Ron entered the room, tangled in each other's arms. "Hermione..." Harry groaned, following her towards the window seat. She continued to ignore him. He ran a hair through his raven black hair and sighed. "Hermione, please." He moaned, sitting across from her. She stared up at him.
"I saw you. I saw you kiss," She said the word with disgust. "Malfoy." She shuddered and glared at him. Harry stared at her blankly. "Erm...." He said, tugging on the sleeve of his sweater, feeling numb.
"No point in denying it. What're you going to say? I should believe what you tell me over my own eyes?" Hermione shot sarcastically. "No," Harry said, pulling a golden blonde hair off her black cloak. "But tell me what you know about Voldemort's plan."
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then she flipped to the back of her book to reveal about a dozen pieces of parchment filled with doodles and brainstorm webs. "This," She said. "Is what I've been doing the past two weeks." Harry's jaw dropped as he leafed through the papers. She had about twenty plans mapped out to avoid any confrontation with Slytherins.
Harry thought for a moment. It was all clicking. "Hermione," He said quicky. "Lets go research in the library. I don't want anyone to over hear us." Hermione flashed him a smile and picked up her school bag. Five minutes later, they were taking their seats at a table in the library.
"I know Eve Studt needs me for the Death Eaters to continue the plan, so, the longer we stall, the better off we are." Hermione said, tossing her brunette curls over her shoulder. Harry thought for a moment. "Draco and I went to the abandoned girl's lavotry today... the old cauldron was half filled with Polyjuice Potion and their were about a dozen dirty flasks near it." Harry said, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
"Maybe, just maybe, Eve Studt is using that bathroom to transform herself to some one close to you so she can kidnap you." Harry suggested. Hermione gulped quietly and Harry shot her a quizzical look. "What is it that you're not telling me?" He asked hotly. Hermione stared down at the plans and then looked back up at him.
"I've been using the restroom and the cauldron to transform myself into other Gryffindor's so she won't recognize me." She sobered. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you tell me and Ron? Or atleast Neville?" He asked quietly. Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, I thought you were a tad bit occupied with Malfoy," She said this with a sarcastic laugh. "And lord knows what Morgan's been doing to Ron. I s'pose she's melted away what brains he had."
Harry laughed out loud. Hermione was acting so... different. Out-going. Opinionated. Hell, words couldn't describe it, but he liked this attitude adjustment. "You don't like Morgan very much, do you?" He asked, still laughing. Hermione hesitated, but shook her head. "I just.. don't think she belongs. I mean, why does she just now start hogging Ron from us?"
Harry suddenly had the feeling that Hermione was still lying in some way or another. Then he remembered pulling the blonde hair off her robes. For a minute he thought that she was transforming into Morgan instead of just random Gryffindors. Why though, thought a voice in his head. Harry stared down at her scribbled notes about Voldemort's 'genuis' plan.
"We've got them now," Hermione said wickedly. Harry glanced up at her, shocked by the deadliness of her voice. He grinned maliciously, and shook her hand across the table.
Draco paced around the dimly lit common room. He couldn't stop the battle from raging in his gut. He wanted to take a dagger and stab at it. He wanted to curse himself for letting his real feelings get involved with the plan. He'd never felt like this before and when he did, WHY POTTER? Draco picked up a book from the table and hurled it across the room. It landed on the stone floor in front of the fireplace. Shea, who had been watching him pace for some time now, stood up and made her way over to him.
"Draco..." Shea said slowly. Draco paused and ran a hand over his slicked back blonde hair. Shea grabbed his arm. "I know something is troubling you." She said seriously. Her dark bangs swayed to the right and her almond shaped eyes gleamed in the fire light. Draco sighed and put his head in his hands. "Oh my gosh, Draco." Shea said, putting a comforting arm around him.
"Is it your father? Is he forcing you to become a death eater?" She asked quietly. "He isn't forcing me. I choose the Dark Side willingly," He said, his gray eyes troubled. "I belong there. Where no one cares. And no one loves." His voice was raspy. Shea shuddered. "No, every person needs care and love, Draco."
Draco looked up into her dark eyes and smiled genuinely. "They do, but I don't. I can't love - I can't care!" He said, laughing faintly. "I can't be loved, and I can't be cared for." Shea shook her head. "I love you, Draco." Draco's head whipped around to face hers. "As a friend." She added, laughing. "A best friend."
Draco laughed as well. "Harry cares about you." She said suddenly. Draco's heart leaped before he could help it and he muttered a curse under his breath. "He told me so. He's got it bad. He just doesn't know if he can trust you." Now Draco's heart was doing cartwheels. "Stop it!" He growled, looking down at his chest. Shea looked at him, her expression worried. "Are you feeling all right?" She asked strangely. Draco looked up from his chest and blushed.
"I'm fine." He said. "I think I'll head to bed." Shea's shoulders slumped as she waved good night. Once inside his silky green sheets, he drifted off to a deep sleep...
The next morning, the Pansy Parkinson marched over to Draco, Mairead O'Leary at her side. "Hello, Drakie!" She said wickedly. "I was hoping we could forget that lil scene in the Great Hall and.. you could be my escort for the next Hogsmeade trip?" She said silkily. Mairead stared at Pansy oddly, and crossed her arms over her chest as if she were bored.
"No." Draco replied, closing his textbook. He leaned against the bark of the tree and stared out at the glistening lake. Pansy pouted. "But Drakie, I need you!" Draco turned to face her. Her pug face was set in a frown, and her dirty blonde curls were being tossed around in the breeze. "Pansy, get my name right. It's Draco, not Drakie." He said, walking to the other side of the tree. Pansy stomped a foot and followed him.
"Pansy, he is right! You are an obsessive FREAK!" Draco heard Mairead cry. Pansy let out a low hiss. "I have plenty of friends, Mairead O'Leary. I don't need you." Pansy replied stoutly. Mairead rolled her eyes as Pansy's old gang of Slytherin girls strolled by, Shea Mui in the center of the group. She hurried to join them, her long black hair twirling behind her due to the wind. Pansy let out a moan and stared at Draco, who smirked sheepishly and walked back towards the school.
He noticed a pale spidery figure lurking near the font stair case and paused. "Eve!" He called out, heading over to her. She dropped her books and bent down to pick them up quickly. "Hi, Draco." She said quietly. He eyes were puffy and it looked as if she'd been crying for hours. "Whats wrong?" He asked suddenly. She shuddered. "I can't get to Mudblood Granger!" She cried. "She's always surrounded by a group of friends! Draco, I think she knows that I plan to kidnap her!" She whispered hoarsly.
* * *
"Harry, look out!" Katie Bell called out as a stray bludger headed towards Harry. Harry swerved his Firebolt straight down and paused to catch his breath. "Our match is coming up soon, start paying attention!" Angelina cried, pounding the golden goal post hoop, frusturated. Ron zoomed towards Harry. "I don't think Angelina likes you very much, mate." He said quietly. Harry glared and shrugged. "I never though she did. I just wish I knew why she's acting like Wood's personality twin."
"Duh," Danielle said, approaching as well. Her auburn hair hung loosely. "She wants to win." She said, rolling her amber eyes. "Are you three planning an orgy over there or something?" Angelina shouted angrily. "Get your asses into position!" Alicia Spinnet tossed the quaffle to Katie, who shot it at the goal post which Ron was guarding. He caught it, surprising everyone.
"Weasley is our king..." Hummed Danielle with a broad smile. Harry searched around for the snitch. Aha! The snitch was hovering near the ground below Angelina. He shot downward and quicky caught it. Angelina peered down at him. "Trying to take a peek under my cloak, Potter?" She asked furiously. She grinned with she saw the golden ball in his hand. "Good job."
Practice went on for another hour or so. Another hour of Angelina's increasing impatience and urge to win. Harry was desperate to go back to the castle and escape all of the yelling. Finally, they were allowed to go back inside.
Ron wiped his brow and flashed Harry a sheepish grin, his red hair wet from sweat. "What a practice. Did'ja see me make that save?" He asked, all excited. Danielle laughed and walked out of the locker rooms to find Ginny. Harry nodded. "Yes, you're a good keeper," He said, walking out the door. Ron followed him, talking enthusiastically. "Are you and Morgan going out now," Harry asked randomly. "Yes, we are. Don't tell 'Mione, she'd have a cow. You see, she's trying to get me to go out with Nadia Smith, but I like Morgan..."
Harry ignored him as he caught a glimpse of blonde hair from the other end of the corridor. It was Draco. His heart leapt in his chest. You hate Draco, he told himself silently. No you don't, his conscience shot back. Harry's shoulders slumped. Draco looked up suddenly, and stared into Harry's eyes.
"Ugh, it's Ferret Boy." Ron said, going up the steps. "You coming?" He asked, staring down at Harry. Harry shook his head. "In a minute." Ron shrugged and headed up the last of the steps, eventually disappearing from sight. Draco walked over to Harry swiftly.
"You've got to stay with Mudblood Granger at all times." Draco said sternly. Harry was confused. The troubled look in Draco's steely gray eyes worried him. "What? Why?" Harry asked. "Just do it!" Draco said, backing up quickly. Harry's head turned - Eve Studt had appeared at the end of the hall, a hurt look on her face.
"Go! Now!" Draco said angrily, disappearing in the other direction. Eve glared and took off after him, dropping her school bag. Harry stared at the spot in which Draco had stood, puzzled. He picked up Eve's school bag and walked quickly to the Gryffindor common room.
He skimmed through a tatty black notebook and his mouth dropped open; Eve was going to kidnap Hermione! Harry's eyes skimmed the common room. Hermione wasn't there.
* * *
"What do you think you're doing?" Eve hissed in Draco's ear. Draco turned quickly and stared into Eve's lonely eyes. "You went and told Potter, didn't you? You've told him the plan!" She said quietly. Draco shook his head. "I'm doing my part of the plan!" Draco hissed back. "I've got to make him fall in love with me, right?" He lied.
An image of Harry's face appeared in his mind and Draco grinned. Eve put her spidery hands on her hips and glared. "I'm not that thick." She said quietly. She suddenly winced and rubbed the miniature Dark Mark burned into her skin. "I've got to go, Draco. I hope you're telling me the truth, for your own sake." She said, her tone hollow. She fled from the corridor, her black curls bouncing with every step she took.
Draco sighed and leaned against the stone wall, his face glistening with sweat. "Draco..." Said a stern voice. Draco opened his eyes and stared into the pointed face of his aunt, Amelia Marvos. Her blonde hair was pinned back and her thin lips were curved into a worried expression.
"Lucius wants to know if you want the Dark Mark burned into your flesh," She said, tugging on her black cloak. Draco thought for a moment. "I don't know. Probably." He said, getting annoyed. She stared at him blankly. "You'll probably regret it if you don't." She said before walking away. Draco slumped against the wall again.
"Hey," said a quiet voice. Draco looked up again. "If some one else says my name one more time I'll...!" He looked up into Harry's green eyes. "Hermione wasn't in the common room or the library." Harry said, taking a deep breath. Draco thought for a moment. "Well, she shouldn't be missing yet. But she might be now."
Draco peered down the corridor and was glad that it was empty. He pulled Harry in for a kiss and then leaned back against the wall again. Harry looked as if he were in deep thought; his green eyes were squinted in concentration. Draco smoothed down his slicked back hair and frowned. "Shouldn't you still be trying to find her?" He asked, a tad bit annoyed. Not that he cared for Mudblood Granger or anything, he just didn't want the plan to work well.
There. He had admitted it to himself. His feelings for Harry Potter were there and he couldn't avoid them any longer. Harry ran a hand through his untidy black hair nervously. "I don't know where else she'd be. Unless she's in the..." He motioned for Draco to follow as he hurried up the flight of stairs. 2 staircases and a corridor later, they were inside of the out-of-order girls lavotry. A transparent form of a girl with pigtails and glasses zoomed towards the enterance.
"Oh, hello Harry." She said, batting her eyelashes at him. Draco raised an eyebrow. "You're Moaning Myrtle! I've read about you!" He said, staring at Myrtle in awe. Myrtle glared. "You've read about me, eh? And who are you? You look like a Malfoy." She said, her lips curling in disgust.
"He is a Malfoy, but not as bad as the rest." Harry said quickly. Draco responded with a glare. Harry shrugged and glanced around. "Looking for Granger?" Myrtle asked, floating towards the sinks. Harry nodded seriously, peering under the stalls. "Why are you looking in here?" Draco asked, glancing around.
"You don't like it?" Barked Myrtle, zooming down. "Then don't come in!" Draco smirked as Myrtle floated towards Harry. "She came in here and took something from over there," Myrtle said, pointing near the sink that was the enterance to the Chamber of Secrets.
Harry walked over to where Myrtle was pointing and stared around. All that was left were a few flasks with molding Polyjuice Potion in them and the cauldron. Draco stared down at them. "What the hell is in that?" He asked, plugging his nose as the scent of the potion filled his nostrils.
"Polyjuice Potion." Harry responded, rummaging through the pile of flasks. It looked as if some one had made many potions in here after the trio had made their Polyjuice Potion. "How do you know?" Draco asked suspiciously.
Harry looked up. "We made it," He said slowly. Draco had the strangest feeling that Harry was keeping something from him.
* * *
Harry glanced around the common room and his eyes rested on some one with bushy brown hair; Hermione. She was sitting next to Nadia, Ginny, and Danielle and they were all talking furiously. Harry hurried over to them and stared at Hermione blankly.
"Where have you been?" He demanded. She glanced up at him curiously. "What do you mean, Harry?" She asked, puzzled. Nadia glanced up. "She's been with me," She said simply. Ginny and Danielle nodded, but quickly glanced down at the papers they were reading. Harry put his hands on his hips.
"You weren't in the common room, the library, or the great hall." He said, becoming annoyed; he knew she was bluffing. "I was in the girls dormitory," She said sharply. "Why do you care where I was anyway?" She asked. Her amber eyes pierced Harry's, and he knew that she knew about him and Malfoy. She stared into his eyes, then suddenly turned her head as if she had found what she was looking for.
She began to gather her books as Morgan and Ron entered the room, tangled in each other's arms. "Hermione..." Harry groaned, following her towards the window seat. She continued to ignore him. He ran a hair through his raven black hair and sighed. "Hermione, please." He moaned, sitting across from her. She stared up at him.
"I saw you. I saw you kiss," She said the word with disgust. "Malfoy." She shuddered and glared at him. Harry stared at her blankly. "Erm...." He said, tugging on the sleeve of his sweater, feeling numb.
"No point in denying it. What're you going to say? I should believe what you tell me over my own eyes?" Hermione shot sarcastically. "No," Harry said, pulling a golden blonde hair off her black cloak. "But tell me what you know about Voldemort's plan."
Hermione stared at him for a moment, then she flipped to the back of her book to reveal about a dozen pieces of parchment filled with doodles and brainstorm webs. "This," She said. "Is what I've been doing the past two weeks." Harry's jaw dropped as he leafed through the papers. She had about twenty plans mapped out to avoid any confrontation with Slytherins.
Harry thought for a moment. It was all clicking. "Hermione," He said quicky. "Lets go research in the library. I don't want anyone to over hear us." Hermione flashed him a smile and picked up her school bag. Five minutes later, they were taking their seats at a table in the library.
"I know Eve Studt needs me for the Death Eaters to continue the plan, so, the longer we stall, the better off we are." Hermione said, tossing her brunette curls over her shoulder. Harry thought for a moment. "Draco and I went to the abandoned girl's lavotry today... the old cauldron was half filled with Polyjuice Potion and their were about a dozen dirty flasks near it." Harry said, pushing his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.
"Maybe, just maybe, Eve Studt is using that bathroom to transform herself to some one close to you so she can kidnap you." Harry suggested. Hermione gulped quietly and Harry shot her a quizzical look. "What is it that you're not telling me?" He asked hotly. Hermione stared down at the plans and then looked back up at him.
"I've been using the restroom and the cauldron to transform myself into other Gryffindor's so she won't recognize me." She sobered. Harry raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you tell me and Ron? Or atleast Neville?" He asked quietly. Hermione shrugged. "I don't know, I thought you were a tad bit occupied with Malfoy," She said this with a sarcastic laugh. "And lord knows what Morgan's been doing to Ron. I s'pose she's melted away what brains he had."
Harry laughed out loud. Hermione was acting so... different. Out-going. Opinionated. Hell, words couldn't describe it, but he liked this attitude adjustment. "You don't like Morgan very much, do you?" He asked, still laughing. Hermione hesitated, but shook her head. "I just.. don't think she belongs. I mean, why does she just now start hogging Ron from us?"
Harry suddenly had the feeling that Hermione was still lying in some way or another. Then he remembered pulling the blonde hair off her robes. For a minute he thought that she was transforming into Morgan instead of just random Gryffindors. Why though, thought a voice in his head. Harry stared down at her scribbled notes about Voldemort's 'genuis' plan.
"We've got them now," Hermione said wickedly. Harry glanced up at her, shocked by the deadliness of her voice. He grinned maliciously, and shook her hand across the table.