AN: Okies, I had someone ask why this story is rated PG-13, I just haven't
gotten to the bad stuff yet, and there are a few things, I don't want the
'young' children to get their minds into, but it's on the way. In today's
Chapter, it's going to be some violence!! Happy!? Lol, it's okies! And
another thing, I have no knowledge of any potions...so there won't be much
description...don't blame me. -.-'
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Chapter 3 A Slytherin Welcome
Potions was the first class of the day, and, to the Gryffindor's luck, they had it with Slytherin yet again. As Harry entered the classroom, he found a seat and sat down with Ron, but his gaze was on Aurora. He realized that she was turning around, and when their gazes met, Harry immediately looked away.
'What is her problem?' He thought angrily, recalling the incident from the previous day.
Beside him, Ron was forcing himself not to look at Aurora, as all the Gryffindor boys were trying to do, they were all caught in her strange spell. Hermione, however, was just plain jealous.
Snape bounded into the classroom, as usual, going right into a discussion about what they would be doing in class today, but his gaze was not on Draco as it usually was. Harry noticed that Snape was intently staring at Aurora...instead of Draco.
'Draco!" Harry thought suddenly, his gaze flying over to Draco, who was sitting NEXT to Aurora, looking as nervous as ever. He began to yearn to know what was going on with Draco, what Aurora's problem was, and why Snape's attention was on Aurora. Sighing, Ron leaned over. "Are you getting any of this?" He asked. Harry blinked. "What?" He asked. Ron's eyes widened. "Pay attention!" He hissed. "Snape is going to make us make antidotes!"
Harry looked over at Snape and realized that he WAS talking about antidotes, and he was walking in between the desks to check on everyone's work. Harry quickly fumbled to get his things together to look like he had been paying attention, but he failed, and Snape flew over, his black cloak flying as he looked at Harry. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, for what seems like the lacking to pay attention!"
Ron elbowed Harry sharply in the side, making Harry glare at him before actually starting to begin his antidote.
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Draco gazed over at Harry who was fumbling to get his things together after Snape had deducted fifty points for Harry not paying attention. Sighing, he returned his attention to his own antidote. It wasn't hard to make one, but his mind wasn't on it. Beside him, Aurora was adding ingredients, stirring them in her cauldron, perfectly satisfied with her work.
He coughed to get her attention.
Aurora glanced over at him. "Yes?" She whispered softly.
Draco cleared his throat softly and looked at her, fighting the urge to stare instead of gaze. "Would you meet me tonight in the common room?" He whispered. Aurora smiled, but it was a cold smile. "And what exactly is this secretive meeting for?" She asked. Draco shrugged and looked away, not answering her probing question.
Aurora turned away, trying to figure out what Draco's meeting would be for. She knew it wasn't because he liked her, his emotions weren't shy. Sighing, she returned her attention to her antidote and finished it.
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Snape continued down the rows of tables, overseeing all the antidotes. He didn't even bother to walk by Longbottom's table, it would still be diastrous. He saw Hermione leaning slightly towards Neville and he stopped immediately to stop her help. "Miss Granger, don't make me take points from Gryffindor for your continuous disobedience. If Longbottom can't do it on his own, then he'll never make it. Leave him ALONE," he sneered.
Hermione turned beet red and furiously turned away before Snape actually did take away points. "Next time I won't be so generous," he snapped before continuing on his way. There was a sudden clatter, indicating that somone had dropped something. Snape whirled around, expecting to scorn a Gryffindor, but froze when he saw Draco leaning slowly over to get his things.
"Mr. Malfoy," he said rather coldly as he glided over to Draco, "see me after class." He placed a long fingered hand on the boy's shoulder and gripped it tightly. Draco nodded, but made no move to look at the Professor.
Aurora, however, turned to look at Snape, who released his hand from Draco at once. "Would you like to check my antidote?" She asked, her voice soft and sweet. Snape glared, not at her, and nodded. He stepped around to the other side of the desk and began to inspect Aurora's antidote.
"My, Miss Malile, this is excellent work!" He exclaimed, grinning wickedly. "You've surpassed Miss Granger!" At this comment, Hermione paled, hunching her shoulders and continuing her work, sulking. "Good work, Miss Malie," Snape said, "see me after class as well."
Draco let out a slight sigh of relief as Snape turned away.
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As the class disappated, Snape stood up expectedly from his desk as Aurora and Draco approached him. Snape turned to Draco. "Sit down, I want to talk to you privately," he said. Draco hung his head and moved over to sit down. Snape turned back to Aurora.
"Where, Miss Malile, did you learn to make potions like that?" He asked slowly. Aurora flashed a grin. "In my homeland, I was raised making potions. I was the top in my class, and I plan to become the top here," she said confidently. Snape grinned again as he flicked his raven hair away from his face. He walked around behind Aurora and placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning his face in close to her ear. "I believe you will," he whispered hotly in her ear. She turned to look at him, a smile creeping at her lips. "You may go," the Professor said, pulling away and turning to Draco. Behind him, Aurora left.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, what is wrong with you?" Snape purred, approaching the blonde student. Draco looked up at the teacher. "A lot of things, Professor," he said in reply. Snape crossed his arms, hiding them beneath his cloak. "Explain," was all he said. Draco sighed ignorantly, like he didn't want to and stared Snape in the eye. "Do you know what my father has asked me to do?" He asked standing.
'Lucius appeared to the boy?' Snape thought to himself.
"No, I do not," came the reply. "He wants me to beat up Aurora," Draco cried. "Sh, quiet, Mr. Malfoy, I do not want others to hear," Snape said, casting a weary eye at the dungeon door. Draco sighed, looking at the door cautiously before continuing. "How can I beat up an angel, Professor Snape?" He said. Snape scoffed. "An angel, Mr. Malfoy?" He sneered. Draco looked at Snape. "That's what everyone is calling her, sir. You can't deny that title, can you?" He asked.
Snape sighed. "I suppose not," he replied, "but I may have a solution to your 'angel' problem." Draco approached the teacher. "What?" He whispered frantically. "Potter," Snape said, making Draco blink rapidly in confusion. "What?" He asked. "Pretend it's Potter!" Snape cried. Draco sighed, half agreeing with his teacher, half not. "Thank you, Professor," he said, walking off to his next class. "Wait, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, making Draco turn back. "Give her the best Slytherin welcome." Draco actually grinned, then ran off to his next class.
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Aurora placed her things on her bed in the girl's dorm, and sighed. She wasn't entirely sure that meeting Draco was such a good idea. Something wasn't right. He was nervous, and that indicated he was planning to do something. Whether it was kissing her, she did not know, but she was vastly disturbed. Sighing, she turned to the mirror, running a hand through her feathery white-blonde hair. "Why not?" She finally whispered, leaving the girl's dorm and heading down to the common room.
She waited patiently in front of the burning fire, listening to the sound of people entering the common room and heading to their dorms after pausing to gaze at her. She sighed softly in aggravation. Professor Dumbledore was right when he had told the students she was not part Veela, but she did have a tendancy to attract men and women. She slumped a little on the couch.
Finally, Aurora heard the door to the Slytherin common room open once more, and a few seconds later, a timid Draco stepped around the side of the couch. Once she looked at him in the eye, however, he immediately straightened his posture. "You came," he stated. Aurora fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes," she replied. "What is it that you wished to meet me here for?" An evil glint appeared in Draco's eyes. "Oh," he said, "I just wanted to give you an authentic Slytherin welcome." He nodded his head once, and suddenly, two sets of hands grabbed her arms.
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Lucius lounged in one of Severus' extremely comfortable armchairs. Severus' room was the only place where Lucius could reside safely and secretively in without Dumbledore or any of the other teachers knowing. Sighing, Lucius slouched a little bit into the chair, wondering if his son would obey his orders. Something was indeed wrong with Draco, and Lucius was intent on finding exactly what it was.
There was the sound of the door opening, and Lucius turned, expecting to see Severus walking in, but instead, found himself facing Dumbledore. "Oh, shit," he murmured. Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, indeed," he whispered, crossing his arms. Lucius paled and sunk into his chair. "Any specific reason why you're here?" Dumbledore asked softly. Lucius growled. "Not any that you need to know," he replied bitterly.
"Oh, yes, I do, Lucius," replied the old Wizard, walking slowly forward. "I have the power to make you leave, and keep you away from your son." Lucius gripped the arms of the chair. "Why make me explain something you already know?" He sneered, standing up. Dumbledore's face remained expressionless. "Next time, Lucius," he said, "aware me of your presence or I will not be so generous next time."
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Chapter 3 A Slytherin Welcome
Potions was the first class of the day, and, to the Gryffindor's luck, they had it with Slytherin yet again. As Harry entered the classroom, he found a seat and sat down with Ron, but his gaze was on Aurora. He realized that she was turning around, and when their gazes met, Harry immediately looked away.
'What is her problem?' He thought angrily, recalling the incident from the previous day.
Beside him, Ron was forcing himself not to look at Aurora, as all the Gryffindor boys were trying to do, they were all caught in her strange spell. Hermione, however, was just plain jealous.
Snape bounded into the classroom, as usual, going right into a discussion about what they would be doing in class today, but his gaze was not on Draco as it usually was. Harry noticed that Snape was intently staring at Aurora...instead of Draco.
'Draco!" Harry thought suddenly, his gaze flying over to Draco, who was sitting NEXT to Aurora, looking as nervous as ever. He began to yearn to know what was going on with Draco, what Aurora's problem was, and why Snape's attention was on Aurora. Sighing, Ron leaned over. "Are you getting any of this?" He asked. Harry blinked. "What?" He asked. Ron's eyes widened. "Pay attention!" He hissed. "Snape is going to make us make antidotes!"
Harry looked over at Snape and realized that he WAS talking about antidotes, and he was walking in between the desks to check on everyone's work. Harry quickly fumbled to get his things together to look like he had been paying attention, but he failed, and Snape flew over, his black cloak flying as he looked at Harry. "Fifty points from Gryffindor, for what seems like the lacking to pay attention!"
Ron elbowed Harry sharply in the side, making Harry glare at him before actually starting to begin his antidote.
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Draco gazed over at Harry who was fumbling to get his things together after Snape had deducted fifty points for Harry not paying attention. Sighing, he returned his attention to his own antidote. It wasn't hard to make one, but his mind wasn't on it. Beside him, Aurora was adding ingredients, stirring them in her cauldron, perfectly satisfied with her work.
He coughed to get her attention.
Aurora glanced over at him. "Yes?" She whispered softly.
Draco cleared his throat softly and looked at her, fighting the urge to stare instead of gaze. "Would you meet me tonight in the common room?" He whispered. Aurora smiled, but it was a cold smile. "And what exactly is this secretive meeting for?" She asked. Draco shrugged and looked away, not answering her probing question.
Aurora turned away, trying to figure out what Draco's meeting would be for. She knew it wasn't because he liked her, his emotions weren't shy. Sighing, she returned her attention to her antidote and finished it.
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Snape continued down the rows of tables, overseeing all the antidotes. He didn't even bother to walk by Longbottom's table, it would still be diastrous. He saw Hermione leaning slightly towards Neville and he stopped immediately to stop her help. "Miss Granger, don't make me take points from Gryffindor for your continuous disobedience. If Longbottom can't do it on his own, then he'll never make it. Leave him ALONE," he sneered.
Hermione turned beet red and furiously turned away before Snape actually did take away points. "Next time I won't be so generous," he snapped before continuing on his way. There was a sudden clatter, indicating that somone had dropped something. Snape whirled around, expecting to scorn a Gryffindor, but froze when he saw Draco leaning slowly over to get his things.
"Mr. Malfoy," he said rather coldly as he glided over to Draco, "see me after class." He placed a long fingered hand on the boy's shoulder and gripped it tightly. Draco nodded, but made no move to look at the Professor.
Aurora, however, turned to look at Snape, who released his hand from Draco at once. "Would you like to check my antidote?" She asked, her voice soft and sweet. Snape glared, not at her, and nodded. He stepped around to the other side of the desk and began to inspect Aurora's antidote.
"My, Miss Malile, this is excellent work!" He exclaimed, grinning wickedly. "You've surpassed Miss Granger!" At this comment, Hermione paled, hunching her shoulders and continuing her work, sulking. "Good work, Miss Malie," Snape said, "see me after class as well."
Draco let out a slight sigh of relief as Snape turned away.
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As the class disappated, Snape stood up expectedly from his desk as Aurora and Draco approached him. Snape turned to Draco. "Sit down, I want to talk to you privately," he said. Draco hung his head and moved over to sit down. Snape turned back to Aurora.
"Where, Miss Malile, did you learn to make potions like that?" He asked slowly. Aurora flashed a grin. "In my homeland, I was raised making potions. I was the top in my class, and I plan to become the top here," she said confidently. Snape grinned again as he flicked his raven hair away from his face. He walked around behind Aurora and placed his hands on her shoulders, leaning his face in close to her ear. "I believe you will," he whispered hotly in her ear. She turned to look at him, a smile creeping at her lips. "You may go," the Professor said, pulling away and turning to Draco. Behind him, Aurora left.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, what is wrong with you?" Snape purred, approaching the blonde student. Draco looked up at the teacher. "A lot of things, Professor," he said in reply. Snape crossed his arms, hiding them beneath his cloak. "Explain," was all he said. Draco sighed ignorantly, like he didn't want to and stared Snape in the eye. "Do you know what my father has asked me to do?" He asked standing.
'Lucius appeared to the boy?' Snape thought to himself.
"No, I do not," came the reply. "He wants me to beat up Aurora," Draco cried. "Sh, quiet, Mr. Malfoy, I do not want others to hear," Snape said, casting a weary eye at the dungeon door. Draco sighed, looking at the door cautiously before continuing. "How can I beat up an angel, Professor Snape?" He said. Snape scoffed. "An angel, Mr. Malfoy?" He sneered. Draco looked at Snape. "That's what everyone is calling her, sir. You can't deny that title, can you?" He asked.
Snape sighed. "I suppose not," he replied, "but I may have a solution to your 'angel' problem." Draco approached the teacher. "What?" He whispered frantically. "Potter," Snape said, making Draco blink rapidly in confusion. "What?" He asked. "Pretend it's Potter!" Snape cried. Draco sighed, half agreeing with his teacher, half not. "Thank you, Professor," he said, walking off to his next class. "Wait, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, making Draco turn back. "Give her the best Slytherin welcome." Draco actually grinned, then ran off to his next class.
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Aurora placed her things on her bed in the girl's dorm, and sighed. She wasn't entirely sure that meeting Draco was such a good idea. Something wasn't right. He was nervous, and that indicated he was planning to do something. Whether it was kissing her, she did not know, but she was vastly disturbed. Sighing, she turned to the mirror, running a hand through her feathery white-blonde hair. "Why not?" She finally whispered, leaving the girl's dorm and heading down to the common room.
She waited patiently in front of the burning fire, listening to the sound of people entering the common room and heading to their dorms after pausing to gaze at her. She sighed softly in aggravation. Professor Dumbledore was right when he had told the students she was not part Veela, but she did have a tendancy to attract men and women. She slumped a little on the couch.
Finally, Aurora heard the door to the Slytherin common room open once more, and a few seconds later, a timid Draco stepped around the side of the couch. Once she looked at him in the eye, however, he immediately straightened his posture. "You came," he stated. Aurora fought the urge to roll her eyes. "Yes," she replied. "What is it that you wished to meet me here for?" An evil glint appeared in Draco's eyes. "Oh," he said, "I just wanted to give you an authentic Slytherin welcome." He nodded his head once, and suddenly, two sets of hands grabbed her arms.
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Lucius lounged in one of Severus' extremely comfortable armchairs. Severus' room was the only place where Lucius could reside safely and secretively in without Dumbledore or any of the other teachers knowing. Sighing, Lucius slouched a little bit into the chair, wondering if his son would obey his orders. Something was indeed wrong with Draco, and Lucius was intent on finding exactly what it was.
There was the sound of the door opening, and Lucius turned, expecting to see Severus walking in, but instead, found himself facing Dumbledore. "Oh, shit," he murmured. Dumbledore nodded. "Yes, indeed," he whispered, crossing his arms. Lucius paled and sunk into his chair. "Any specific reason why you're here?" Dumbledore asked softly. Lucius growled. "Not any that you need to know," he replied bitterly.
"Oh, yes, I do, Lucius," replied the old Wizard, walking slowly forward. "I have the power to make you leave, and keep you away from your son." Lucius gripped the arms of the chair. "Why make me explain something you already know?" He sneered, standing up. Dumbledore's face remained expressionless. "Next time, Lucius," he said, "aware me of your presence or I will not be so generous next time."
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