The Key to her Heart

Chapter 4

"How am I supposed to win if she uses those stupid song and voice cards of hers?" an extremely annoyed Tomoyo Daidouji asked her companion on their way to Ancient Runes. "I still can't believe that Syaoran trashed those pretty wings you gave me."

Eriol looked down to meet her gaze. He thought she looked very pretty when she was smiling, but discovered that she looked almost more beautiful when she was irritated.

"Well, you did tear the sleeve of his costume," he said helpfully. It only succeeded in making the girl more stubborn.

"That's different," she said. "I am a woman."

"I see."

Fifth years from the houses of Gryffindor and Slytherin gathered inside the cold dungeon and was by no means quiet while waiting for the professor. The Gryffindors didn't find any reason to respect Professor Snape, while the Slytherins were very comfortable with him. The only one who was silent was the newcomer, Syaoran Li.

"Hey Li, weren't you the one who fought in the field today?" a red head—Weasley, said Draco—asked him. "It was awesome. Where's your sword?"

Syaoran remained silent and glared at the boy. Ron immediately backed away and went muttering incoherent things towards his two best friends. Beside him, Draco laughed.

"You've managed to scare off a Weasley on your first day," Draco informed him with more than a hint of amusement evident in his voice. "Congratulations."

Syaoran looked at him in irritation and confusion. "What's a Weasley?" he asked in Mandarin.

Draco grinned and laughed again. "He," he pointed towards Ron, "is a Weasley."

"So?"

"He is the best friend of the famous Harry Potter, my enemy."

"And I care why?"

"You are my kin."

"So?"

"Don't you pity me?" Draco asked him with a smirk and mock pleading eyes.

"No. You've been into so much trouble already. What did this Potter do to you anyway?"

"Just by being alive."

"And?"

"He should've died."

"You have a big problem, both in your life and in your brain."

Draco rolled his eyes and tried to hit Syaoran on the head, which, of course, didn't work. "Thanks a lot cousin. Let me just tell you that you grow kinder everyday."

"I know," Syaoran smirked and stared at the teacher's desk in front. He decided to ignore any other thing that anybody—even Draco—tells him.

After a few minutes of waiting, the doors slammed open causing the fire on the torches to flicker. The feared Professor Snape had just arrived.

"McGonagall's wand waving gets on my nerves too much," Snape said in a hiss. "The only art in the magic world is Potions. She just can't seem to understand the beauty of a sizzling cauldron, much like these pathetic students I have to teach."

The class remained silent throughout the ranting of their teacher. They have learned that vexing the professor during times such as that would not be a good idea.

"And now that idiotic Bla—Glasgow—has come to take the Dark Arts," Snape continued as he brought out a dark cauldron and some ingredients. In the corner of Syaoran's eye, a coal-haired boy stiffened at the mention of "Glasgow." Syaoran decided to investigate later on.

Professor Snape looked up and glared at his students. "We'll be learning the dangerous amour potion," he was surprised that nobody seemed the least bit interested. "It's also quite well known as the love potion."

As soon as he said it, the class perked up in excitement and started whispering to each other. The only one who remained indifferent was Syaoran.

"Use of this potion is illegal," Snape warned them. "Once you're found with it here at Hogwarts, you will be expelled."

At once, most of the students looked sheepish and lowered their heads.

"Too bad we can't use it on the card mistress girl," the sandy haired boy in front of Syaoran sighed sadly. "She's someone worth catching too."

At the moment Syaoran heard this, he turned red in anger. He was about to punch the boy when Draco decided to spare the other boy's life and stopped him.

"Getting jealous, are we?" Draco taunted as he desperately held on to his cousin's arm. Syaoran slowly calmed down. This was when Draco smirked. "There was a time that nothing could disgruntle you, my friend. Has Sakura become that important to you?"

Syaoran decided not to grace that question with a comment but he still turned red.

Draco grinned and leaned over to talk to the boy who infuriated Li Syaoran. "Oi, Finnigan," he smiled when Seamus gave him an annoyed look. "I don't think talking like that about the card mistress in front of him," he jerked his thumb towards Syaoran, "would be such a good idea."

Seamus looked at Syaoran, who was giving him a venomous glare, and gulped. He looked away, making a mental note to never let the word card mistress ever cross his lips again.

Tomoyo and Eriol soon found the classroom for Ancient Runes and were surprised to see it void of anyone but a girl with honey colored hair that appeared to be panting. Realizing that it was Sakura, the two sat beside her, one on each side, and started asking why she seemed so tired. They were also surprised to see her in class so early.

"There's this guy—Finch-Fletchy, I think—from my house who wouldn't stop following me," Sakura explained, turning red from embarrassment. "I had to run away from him. He wouldn't give me a moment's rest."

Tomoyo smirked. She looked at Eriol and found out that he was smiling—almost grinning—as well.

"Kawaii!" she cried out. Sakura immediately tried not to look at her. "Dear Sakura has been turning quite a few heads around here!"

Eriol nodded in agreement. "I wonder how Syaoran is taking all this," he remarked. At the mention of Syaoran, Sakura blushed. "He must be quite angry."

Tomoyo grinned widely. "Quite angry is an understatement, Hiiragizawa-kun."

"So sorry, Daidouji-san," Eriol smiled.

A very quiet but very audible "hoe" was heard from Sakura. Both Ravenclaws laughed.

Syaoran looked at the ingredients' list he was holding incredulously and then turned to stare at his cousin. "Ashwinder eggs? Who in their right mind would drink anything with ashwinder eggs? What about phoenix feathers? Where will we get that? A teaspoon of powdered unicorn horn? Are you sure this is the correct list?"

Draco sighed. "I just do not understand why Aunt Yelan allowed you to stay with muggles for a long time. You don't know anything about these creatures. Phoenix and unicorns are real. They just hide from muggles and live in sacred land. Don't ask me anymore about these animals. Ask the giant, Hagrid, he's been living with them."

"I see. Anyway, what do you have against muggles and muggle-born wizards?" Syaoran asked as he plucked a hair from the phoenix feather that Snape handed to him. "Isn't Daidouji-san one? I know Sakura-chan isn't."

Draco frowned but still continued on measuring the powdered horn. "Tomoyo is not a mudblood. The Amamiya's were simply unaware of their magical capabilities," he answered. "As for my dislike for muggles, it's just that I'm a pure-blood that's all. In the hierarchy of wizards, I am supposedly superior to them. The problem is that Gryffindor and Dumbledore are real muggle-supporters unlike Vol—my father."

"That sounds unreasonable."

Draco shrugged. "I guess it is but that was how I was brought up. It isn't very different from your family's obsessed nature with Clow Reed's artifacts."

"They were NOT obsessed with Clow Reed's artifacts. It's kind of like religion that each one in the clan respected," Syaoran countered.

"That was exactly what I meant," Draco said while slowly adding the ashwinder eggs to the boiling water. "I respect what my family believes in. It just so happens that my family believes in keeping the wizard world pure."

"I guess."

"Okay. We just have to add the powdered horn, the phoenix feather and a piece from the man or woman who the person who'll drink this fall in love with," Draco said absently.

"You do that. I'll just ask the professor something," Syaoran said, standing up from his seat. "I have to clear up some schedule mishap. Don't do anything stupid."

Draco nodded. "I will, don't worry. It will be finished as soon as you get back here."

With that, Syaoran walked away, leaving his cousin to finish off the potion.

A/N: Here's the fourth chapter. The whole plot is starting here if you didn't notice.

I swear I can't write. Take pity on me and please review.

Okay, I changed the rating to PG13 and I might change it to R if the story requires it. It will also have angst, drama, romance, and the works as the story progresses. So please, don't be bored just yet.