~Gryffindor Common room~ (When they were supposed to wake up)
It was deadly silent. Everyone had heard of the fight. Harry was uneasy about going into the Great Hall. For some strange reason he thought all of those events led up to him. He shook these thoughts away and followed Ron into the Great Hall. It seemed quite silent. The Slytherin table was dead silent. The seat next to Draco, where Pansy usually sat was empty.
Then Snape walked in. Everyone eyed him, but he paid no attention. Then a few seconds later, Saya walked in. Harry eyed her. She caught his glance and sent him flying. He helped himself up and sat back down. Saya passed the Slytherin table and approached the Head Table. She climbed up the block that held the teachers higher over everyone else. She stood in front of Dumbledore and asked him something. He nodded.
Saya turned around and whistled some strange tune. Then, the ground started to shake. The clattering of hooves was clear and soon a black steed galloped in and reared in front of Saya. It's eyes were of fire and it's hooves could were harder then diamonds. Saya jumped on and all of a sudden a saddle and bridle appeared. She held the beast back and made it slowly trot over Snape.
"Look, they are saying something, but not. Their mouths aren't moving." Ron whispered to Harry. He nodded in return. Harry quickly shot a glance at Draco. He looked worried. 'Why on earth would he be worried?'
"Ron!"
"What?"
"Look at Draco."
"Alright, I did. Now what?"
"What is Draco looking at?"
"Saya."
"Is this not making any connection?"
"By the Bloody Baron's."
"See? I found yet another way to torture Draco. Ha." Harry looked overly pleased with himself.
~Potion's classroom~
Harry came in casually and set his books down and walked over to Draco. Malfoy gave him a quizzical look before seething in hate and wrath.
"So, rumor has it true, Draco? Got yourself with a Dark chick?" Harry asked casually.
"Perhaps, why do you care, Potter?" Draco shot back. Harry was annoyed and was hoping for a more surprised reply. He tried again.
"Oh. So you actually talk to a Gryffindor?" Harry mused.
"Shut up, Potter."
"Make me."
"Oh, I will alright. Professor?" Draco yelled from across the room. Snape, who hadn't been himself recently, looked at Malfoy.
"Yes Draco?"
"Harry is verbally harassing me."
"15 points from Gryffindor. Potter, do take a seat." Snape said with distaste. Harry could have gotten away with that before Saya was around. Harry snorted in disgust and stiffly walked back to his seat.
The class consisted of subtracting points from every house, except Slytherin. At first Harry was just annoyed. He had no right to subtract so many points! Then, Harry started to worry. Sure he hated Snape, but there was something more behind this weird behavior. He decided to see Dumbledore about it as soon as possible. Of course, at that time, he had no idea of the connection between Saya and Snape, so he just thought it was something else bothering Snape. Harry snapped back to attention when Snape casually said,
"Class dismissed."
"Yes!" Ron muttered. He despised Snape, so the even the smallest amount time that was supposed to be spent listening to Snape, but he wasn't, well.Ron used every second perfectly.
Everyone left the room but Draco and Snape. Snape never left that room, or so it seemed. Draco sat there, saying nothing until Snape inquired why he was still here and hadn't left for dinner.
"Professor, stop being so stupid."
"Excuse me?"
"Face it. You suck at masking your emotions. What's the problem? God dammit, I am starting to sound like you."
"That is bad why?" Snape mused.
"Did I say it was?"
"No."
"Severus, you are avoiding the question. What happened?"
"You have no right to call me that, Draco."
"I don't give a damn!"
"Fine. Come with me Draco." Snape motioned Draco to follow him out of the room. As they descended deeper into the dungeons, Draco found himself shivering. Finally Snape stopped at one door and opened it with little difficulty. As Draco entered he was quite thankful for the roaring fire. He sat in the armchair closest to it and watched the Potion's Master walk around the room several times, muttering spells and such, until he sat down in a chair across from his student.
It was deadly silent. Everyone had heard of the fight. Harry was uneasy about going into the Great Hall. For some strange reason he thought all of those events led up to him. He shook these thoughts away and followed Ron into the Great Hall. It seemed quite silent. The Slytherin table was dead silent. The seat next to Draco, where Pansy usually sat was empty.
Then Snape walked in. Everyone eyed him, but he paid no attention. Then a few seconds later, Saya walked in. Harry eyed her. She caught his glance and sent him flying. He helped himself up and sat back down. Saya passed the Slytherin table and approached the Head Table. She climbed up the block that held the teachers higher over everyone else. She stood in front of Dumbledore and asked him something. He nodded.
Saya turned around and whistled some strange tune. Then, the ground started to shake. The clattering of hooves was clear and soon a black steed galloped in and reared in front of Saya. It's eyes were of fire and it's hooves could were harder then diamonds. Saya jumped on and all of a sudden a saddle and bridle appeared. She held the beast back and made it slowly trot over Snape.
"Look, they are saying something, but not. Their mouths aren't moving." Ron whispered to Harry. He nodded in return. Harry quickly shot a glance at Draco. He looked worried. 'Why on earth would he be worried?'
"Ron!"
"What?"
"Look at Draco."
"Alright, I did. Now what?"
"What is Draco looking at?"
"Saya."
"Is this not making any connection?"
"By the Bloody Baron's."
"See? I found yet another way to torture Draco. Ha." Harry looked overly pleased with himself.
~Potion's classroom~
Harry came in casually and set his books down and walked over to Draco. Malfoy gave him a quizzical look before seething in hate and wrath.
"So, rumor has it true, Draco? Got yourself with a Dark chick?" Harry asked casually.
"Perhaps, why do you care, Potter?" Draco shot back. Harry was annoyed and was hoping for a more surprised reply. He tried again.
"Oh. So you actually talk to a Gryffindor?" Harry mused.
"Shut up, Potter."
"Make me."
"Oh, I will alright. Professor?" Draco yelled from across the room. Snape, who hadn't been himself recently, looked at Malfoy.
"Yes Draco?"
"Harry is verbally harassing me."
"15 points from Gryffindor. Potter, do take a seat." Snape said with distaste. Harry could have gotten away with that before Saya was around. Harry snorted in disgust and stiffly walked back to his seat.
The class consisted of subtracting points from every house, except Slytherin. At first Harry was just annoyed. He had no right to subtract so many points! Then, Harry started to worry. Sure he hated Snape, but there was something more behind this weird behavior. He decided to see Dumbledore about it as soon as possible. Of course, at that time, he had no idea of the connection between Saya and Snape, so he just thought it was something else bothering Snape. Harry snapped back to attention when Snape casually said,
"Class dismissed."
"Yes!" Ron muttered. He despised Snape, so the even the smallest amount time that was supposed to be spent listening to Snape, but he wasn't, well.Ron used every second perfectly.
Everyone left the room but Draco and Snape. Snape never left that room, or so it seemed. Draco sat there, saying nothing until Snape inquired why he was still here and hadn't left for dinner.
"Professor, stop being so stupid."
"Excuse me?"
"Face it. You suck at masking your emotions. What's the problem? God dammit, I am starting to sound like you."
"That is bad why?" Snape mused.
"Did I say it was?"
"No."
"Severus, you are avoiding the question. What happened?"
"You have no right to call me that, Draco."
"I don't give a damn!"
"Fine. Come with me Draco." Snape motioned Draco to follow him out of the room. As they descended deeper into the dungeons, Draco found himself shivering. Finally Snape stopped at one door and opened it with little difficulty. As Draco entered he was quite thankful for the roaring fire. He sat in the armchair closest to it and watched the Potion's Master walk around the room several times, muttering spells and such, until he sat down in a chair across from his student.
