Hermione had a very bad feeling inside as she watched Draco Malfoy enter the Great Hall the next morning, a huge grin on his face. Malfoy never smiled that way. Never.
"Ron," she asked, touching his arm lightly, but still faced toward the door, "does Malfoy look different…to you?"
Ron's gaze swept quickly to the blonde teen, who was sitting down at the Slytherin table. He glared, suddenly overcome by a small wave of jealousy. He shrugged it off and looked back at a concerned Hermione.
"Nothing new, Herms. He's still the same ol' rat."
There was something… something the mousy brunette couldn't put her finger on. Was Malfoy up to something? And if he was, what was it?
~*~The night before~*~
A cackle lifted up into the dark, cold hall. Creeping into the Potion's classroom, a young man slid silently inside, putting a silencing charm on the door of Snape's private room. He smiled to himself, and went inside, his curiosity heightening to new levels.
Did his Potion's master have the right ingredients? Could he really pull this off?
He reached into one of the cabinets, grabbing a small flask of purple liquid. Putting it into his pocket, he felt around for the few hairs of brown hair that lie there, unsuspecting of the purpose they were about to partake in.
A few moments later, the man left, undoing his silence charm. He ran down that same cold hallway, red flaming hair sprouting quickly from his scalp.
Another cackle, and he headed in the direction of the Gryffindor's female dormitories…
~*~
'Kay, I needed a short update. I promise I'll get more up soon, and I bet all of you had given up hope on me getting this story up again. I'll try harder!! Too much SOL preps and practice tests… I hate school. Ah wells, review for me and make me feel good. Tell me if this chapter is too confusing and I'll re-write.
~~Rae chan