Together
Monday morning dawned bright and early. As the Great Hall started to fill up with hungry students, Draco consulted his timetable. To his pleasure he found it was double potions with the Gryffindors. He smiled to himself, wondering what he could get Potter for this time.
Rowan sat next to Pansy Parkinson, the pug-faced Slytherin seemed to cling to her. Rowan supposed it was because of Malfoy but she had little time to waste pondering the crushes of fellow students. No, her real work would begin today. Her potions lesson would be ideal cover.
As the fifth-year Slytherins shuffled into the dank dungeons, an idea popped into Draco's head. He would sit next to Rowan, get the information out of her no matter what. The raven-haired girl put up no protest as he settled himself next to her on the same workbench. If anything, Malfoy thought she seemed slightly pleased.
Professor Snape paced into the classroom, his robes billowing out behind him. His high necked tunic made he seem even more menacing. He moved his poisonous stare across each pupils face, while explaining about the Pertubation potion; A particularly venomous strain of the confusing potions. So strong a liquor that the recipient could be persuaded into believing whatever the administrator desired.
The class promptly got on with preparing the various ingredients. They included stewed bat spleens that had to be chopped finely. Most people aired their disgust at the fact that they did not come precut. Snape weeved in and out of the workbenches scolding the Longbottom boy and praising the Slytherins on their abilities.
Draco decided to get on with his pursuit. He quickly checked that Snape was back at the front of the classroom, far away from him.
"Lennox." He said, drawling, his head leaned in slightly.
"Yes?" She asked in a low voice, so no one around them would hear, also moving her head nearer his.
"You didn't tell me your father was a Death Eater." Draco spoke out of the corner of his mouth, his thin lips barely moving.
"Been speaking to Daddy, Malfoy?" She asked sarcastically. Draco felt his insides drop a notch. Rowan's eyes latched onto her ingredients. "I thought you'd have guessed."
However Draco was not to be defeated. "You did not tell me." The urge for power and knowledge came through in his smooth tone.
"Why are you so interested?" It was her time to ask the questions.
"Because," He started to rub and piece of her sleeve between his thumb and index finger. "People with our beliefs," He looked into her eyes. "Have to stick together."
A/N: I don't know whether to continue. Depends on how many reviews I get..
Monday morning dawned bright and early. As the Great Hall started to fill up with hungry students, Draco consulted his timetable. To his pleasure he found it was double potions with the Gryffindors. He smiled to himself, wondering what he could get Potter for this time.
Rowan sat next to Pansy Parkinson, the pug-faced Slytherin seemed to cling to her. Rowan supposed it was because of Malfoy but she had little time to waste pondering the crushes of fellow students. No, her real work would begin today. Her potions lesson would be ideal cover.
As the fifth-year Slytherins shuffled into the dank dungeons, an idea popped into Draco's head. He would sit next to Rowan, get the information out of her no matter what. The raven-haired girl put up no protest as he settled himself next to her on the same workbench. If anything, Malfoy thought she seemed slightly pleased.
Professor Snape paced into the classroom, his robes billowing out behind him. His high necked tunic made he seem even more menacing. He moved his poisonous stare across each pupils face, while explaining about the Pertubation potion; A particularly venomous strain of the confusing potions. So strong a liquor that the recipient could be persuaded into believing whatever the administrator desired.
The class promptly got on with preparing the various ingredients. They included stewed bat spleens that had to be chopped finely. Most people aired their disgust at the fact that they did not come precut. Snape weeved in and out of the workbenches scolding the Longbottom boy and praising the Slytherins on their abilities.
Draco decided to get on with his pursuit. He quickly checked that Snape was back at the front of the classroom, far away from him.
"Lennox." He said, drawling, his head leaned in slightly.
"Yes?" She asked in a low voice, so no one around them would hear, also moving her head nearer his.
"You didn't tell me your father was a Death Eater." Draco spoke out of the corner of his mouth, his thin lips barely moving.
"Been speaking to Daddy, Malfoy?" She asked sarcastically. Draco felt his insides drop a notch. Rowan's eyes latched onto her ingredients. "I thought you'd have guessed."
However Draco was not to be defeated. "You did not tell me." The urge for power and knowledge came through in his smooth tone.
"Why are you so interested?" It was her time to ask the questions.
"Because," He started to rub and piece of her sleeve between his thumb and index finger. "People with our beliefs," He looked into her eyes. "Have to stick together."
A/N: I don't know whether to continue. Depends on how many reviews I get..