Chapter 6

~The Library~

Draco confidently strode into the library walking past rows and column of books. Crabbe and Doyle looked cautiously through the doorway of the library before entering. As the hastened their pace to catch up to Malfoy, their puny minds were swirling with questions, which no doubt, they would voice them to Draco.
Draco had no intention of answering those questions though, as too much was in his mind. A plan was formed on the was up to the diary. Indeed Zenclar would pay for everything and he knew exactly how to make her pay.
He had often noticed that girls cared how they looked, continuously carrying mirrors, that junk which they put on their faces, and brushes. "'That junk," Draco mused out loud, "some of them need it!"
He glanced at the reference section and wondered where to start. "Half Veelas," snorted Draco silently.
"What?" asked Doyle who cautiously shuffled behind Draco.
Draco turned, half surprised, he had nearly forgotten he told the two dimwits to come up with him. Giving them a glare, "I want you two to find everything you can about..." a smile spreads through his face, "....fire."
"But, why?" hesitated Crabbe.
A glint appeared in Malfoy's eyes and he answered sarcastically, " To try out on u two! NAH! for revenge, you muggle's pets! "
They both flinched at the insult as they scurried to look up the information. To be a mudblood was an insult enough, but to be below them, as their pets...ARGH!



~Boys Dorms (Gryffindor)~

"So Harry, been plagued with girls yet?" teased Dean.
Harry went pale. The Witching Choice may be one of the worse things to happen to him this year. Last time ,when the Triwizard Tournament had a Ball, girls kept asking him to be their date.
"Nah, you know how many hearts he broke last time. They're probably scared of him now!" laughed Ron.
"Yeah well, it seems that I got lucky before any of you guys this time." mutter Semus under his breath, but Harry heard his remark and he turned in surprise.
"What?" What do you mean?"
Semus' checks began to flush as he stuttered. "Lav...enn..der...Bro...wn...asked...m...e..."
"Lavender Brown, eh?" grinned Ron, "Didn't you have the Dragon's Flame for her ever since Second Year?"
Harry have Semus a hearty slap on the back.
"Yeah," joined in Dean, "Lucky Man! You got who you wanted, Gimme Five!"
Dean raised his hand, waiting for Semus to respond, but it seemed in all the excitement he had forgotten this Muggle ritual. Semus shot Dean a blank look. Dean sighed and lowered his hand.
"Never-mind."
Trying to turn the attention away from himself, Semus in turn prodded Dean with a question.
"So who would you want to ask you, Desperado?"
All the guys laughed out loud.
"Do you have to ask? Of cause it's Dilynn Zenclar. I deserve the most popular girl by my side!" joked Dean with a goofy smile at his lips.
"Nah... I don't actually care as long as the girl is willing to have fun and laugh at my jokes."
Harry groans, "Poor you, Dean old boy, you'll never find someone who'll laugh at your jokes---- Omff!"
Ron and Semus cracked up at the sight of Harry tripping over Dean's foot. It was obvious that the guys weren't very concerned about the whole thing, it was just a great opportunity to tease each other.

~Boys Dorms (Slytherin)~

Hovering over the spell in front of him, that he had copied out from a library book, a sly grin spread over Draco's face. Revenge was sweet and it was very close. As the light from the candles flickered, creating shadows in the area where Draco was planning his attack, he seemed more sinister than ever.
"Tomorrow... Tomorrow you will pay Zenclar."
Oblivious to him, the eyes of his father's picture glowed as he shared the same sinister look as his son. He seemed almost satisfied with Draco behavior.

~Girls Dorms (Slytherin)~

Dilynn, laid on her bed staring at the ceiling. The questions that plagued her this morning, returned. Draco. She couldn't get him out of her mind, and it was becoming really frustrating. Especially since he despised her for taking over his position in the first Quidditch game. Dilynn hated having these silly girl crushes. It meant that she spent every spare moment thinking about some guy! What's worse is that Draco, would never have the same feelings for her. They say love is blind, so maybe that's why she overlooks all his snobbishness.
She sighed. She wasn't the shy type, but something was telling her not to ask Draco to the Witching Choice. Dilynn wished there was someone to talk to about this, it would of been so much easier to work this out with a friend. Friends were hard to find these days...Dilynn noted to herself.
Suddenly, a shiver went down Dilynn's spine. Shocked, she looked around her room. Why did it feel like someone was watching her? Two of her dorm-mates were in bed while the third one was busily brushing her hair, magically of course, while applying a cleansing mask to her face. The feeling haunted her because it was so unknown to her... if felt...evil. Glancing out the window, she saw nothing only swaying shadows of the Forbidden Forest. The Forbidden Forest! Of Course! realized the young teenager, but no matter how hard she tried Dilynn could not see anything out of the ordinary, for a magical forest.
An absentminded voice broke her concentration. "Dilynn, could you get my cherry coloured robe from my wardrobe? I can't move for another 5minutes..."
Walking over to the wardrobe, Dilynn opened the doors and spied this gorgeous cherry coloured silk robe dainty tiny pink roses at the hem done by silk thread. Hesitantly, she glanced at her hands. They were clean, so carefully, she removed the coat hanger from the garment and replaced it into the wardrobe. She was in awe, entranced by the rippling silk in her hands.
*knock knock knock knock knock*
Snapping out of her trance, she saw that the magical brush was no longer brushing her roommate's hair, but tapping impatiently against the vanity table. She hurried the gown to it's owner and reluctantly gave up the contact with the silk material.
Silently she walked back to bed. Before she turned off her light though, Dilynn could not resist another look at the Forbidden Forest. It was whispering all sort of things, things Dilynn could not comprehend and would not comprehend as sleep was putting a veil on her. If she was not overcome by the power of dreams, Dilynn would of noticed a visible red light from a corner of the Forbidden Forest.

~Forbidden Forest~
A chilling breeze wavered through the forest making the leaves dance from fright. A bewitching mist was forming from the red glow. Eight legs moved quickly from the bush which concealed it from the hooded figure. Evil existed in the mist and it made many shiver. Many were afraid. The one who must not be name can not hold such power, can he?