Devin woke up early the next morning. Rolling over, she saw the sun was
barely starting to rise. Devin knew she'd never get back to sleep, so she
quietly got up, dressed, and left the tower. She needed a walk, anyway.
* * *
Little did Devin know, someone had the same idea that morning. Someone by the name of Draco Malfoy.
He often got up before the sun for strolls around the castle. The old school was more a home to him than Malfoy Manor ever had been, and he wasn't sure if that was good or not. He really did belong at home. No one here really understood him . . . except perhaps Hermione. He had recently told her his most valued secret, and she had not betrayed him. He didn't think she would, what with her loving that werewolf Lupin. Why Father made him leave the school in the first place was beyond him. Lupin was no better than Draco, after all…
Draco found himself wandering into Snape's dungeon. He had to get something from Snape's personal storage, anyway. He was a bit late collecting it, but it wouldn't make a difference. He had made it through another night.
Walking in, Draco saw a shadowy figure standing, looking out a window.
* * *
"Who are you?" a voice asked. Devin whipped around, her long black hair rippling down her back as it fell from the loose ponytail. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Who are you?" she shot back.
"I asked you first."
Devin looked into his eyes, and saw he was a descendent of a Dark wizard. He had a dark presence around him. However, when she studied his aura, she found he wasn't taught very well – he didn't have a trace of protective shields. She searched his brain in an instant, and found the information needed.
"What do you want, Draco Malfoy?" she asked coolly. His eyes opened wide when she spoke his name.
"How do you know who I am?"
"I can read your mind." She saw the blatant look of skepticism on his face, and realized he was rather poorly brought up. He didn't know a thing about the Dark Arts! And being a Malfoy… she had heard of them. His father was said to be vying for an opportunity to overtake the Dark Lord. Yeah, like that would happen. He'd die trying, most likely.
"So Malfoy, how can I help you?"
"What are you doing in Snape's dungeon?" he asked.
"Having a picnic," He smirked at her sarcasm, but didn't respond. Walking past her to Snape's office, he hesitated a bit before turning around.
"Really now, who are you?"
"You wanna know?"
"That's why I asked."
"I'm a Potter."
"What?"
She looked at the bewildered expression on his face, and smiled. Smiled a true smile, her first since arriving.
"You want to know me so much, you figure it out." With that, she walked out.
* * *
Little did Devin know, someone had the same idea that morning. Someone by the name of Draco Malfoy.
He often got up before the sun for strolls around the castle. The old school was more a home to him than Malfoy Manor ever had been, and he wasn't sure if that was good or not. He really did belong at home. No one here really understood him . . . except perhaps Hermione. He had recently told her his most valued secret, and she had not betrayed him. He didn't think she would, what with her loving that werewolf Lupin. Why Father made him leave the school in the first place was beyond him. Lupin was no better than Draco, after all…
Draco found himself wandering into Snape's dungeon. He had to get something from Snape's personal storage, anyway. He was a bit late collecting it, but it wouldn't make a difference. He had made it through another night.
Walking in, Draco saw a shadowy figure standing, looking out a window.
* * *
"Who are you?" a voice asked. Devin whipped around, her long black hair rippling down her back as it fell from the loose ponytail. She narrowed her eyes at him.
"Who are you?" she shot back.
"I asked you first."
Devin looked into his eyes, and saw he was a descendent of a Dark wizard. He had a dark presence around him. However, when she studied his aura, she found he wasn't taught very well – he didn't have a trace of protective shields. She searched his brain in an instant, and found the information needed.
"What do you want, Draco Malfoy?" she asked coolly. His eyes opened wide when she spoke his name.
"How do you know who I am?"
"I can read your mind." She saw the blatant look of skepticism on his face, and realized he was rather poorly brought up. He didn't know a thing about the Dark Arts! And being a Malfoy… she had heard of them. His father was said to be vying for an opportunity to overtake the Dark Lord. Yeah, like that would happen. He'd die trying, most likely.
"So Malfoy, how can I help you?"
"What are you doing in Snape's dungeon?" he asked.
"Having a picnic," He smirked at her sarcasm, but didn't respond. Walking past her to Snape's office, he hesitated a bit before turning around.
"Really now, who are you?"
"You wanna know?"
"That's why I asked."
"I'm a Potter."
"What?"
She looked at the bewildered expression on his face, and smiled. Smiled a true smile, her first since arriving.
"You want to know me so much, you figure it out." With that, she walked out.