A/N: Thank you to everyone who read Mysterious Occurrence, and especially
those who took the time to review (you know who you are).I'm normally a
poet (my poems are posted under Lillian Evans if you'd care to read them),
so my writing isn't that great, but I thought of this scenario, and tried
it out, sorry Individualists, but chapter two will most likely turn out
short as well, anyway, enjoy!
Chapter 2
I sat in my dormitory for some time, pondering over what had happened in the past week. I had long since written everything that the magnificent three had been discussing before they knew I was there. When I finally put up my journal, I decided it was time to pay a visit to my father's old friend, and my sharer of secrets, Severus Snape.
When I muttered the password to get into his office, the platform dropped from my feet, and my stomach turned. I had never liked the feeling, although my house was filled with those sorts of entranceways. Snape was sitting at his desk, oily black hair in his eyes while he poured over his newest potion book.
"Draco," Snape said in a voice just as oily as his hair, "what can I do for my favorite student?"
I rolled my eyes. All of the Slytherins knew he only sucked up to me because Dumbledore wanted him to spy again and my father was the easiest way to get to Voldemort. Ergo, if Snape is nice to me, my father will be more willing to help him out. Bad plan if you ask me, but hey, no one asked me.
I need to ask a favor, I need some advise on a certain form of magic."
Snape looked puzzled, "what sort of magic?"
"I think it's some sort of old magic. Is there some sort of spell where you swallow something and a tracer is put on you, or a mind reader or something?"
"Why do you ask? And if there is such a spell, why do you want to know it?"
"It's a long story."
"We've got time." And so I went over my story. This time to someone I was confident could help me.
Snape listened silently, and when I was finished, he gave a great sigh. "Well, Draco, your problem is indeed an old sort of magic. From what you have told me, I can draw only one conclusion. I think the spell you are referring to is a simple charm, involving the Locutus spell, and a simple pill. Unfortunately, the spell must be put in place orally, and I assume Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley thought it best to have Miss Granger perform the task. It would look much more normal if she were caught."
I sighed. This, I thought, was true. It would look a lot less suspicious if Hermione were to be discovered. After all, what girl in her right mind wouldn't want to kiss me? I was used to having girls all over me, but they were usually Slytherins, and therefore very unattractive compared to the rest of the school. My heart sped up a bit when I realized that it was indeed Hermione who had had her mouth on mine, even though she most likely dreaded the day she would have to carry out "Dumbledore's Plan" or whatever it was they were calling it. But still, the thought of a Gryffindor girl being that close to me without him even knowing it, that was weighing in heavily on my mind.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you even listening to me?"
"Er, of course, professor." I had completely forgotten about Snape.
"As I was saying, I think there is a way to find out if there is a tracking device inside your body. If it is the kind of devise I think it is, then we shall have no trouble. All you have to do is drink a special potion, which will illuminate any foreign substance anywhere in your body. It's like a drug test that muggles use, except designed for magical purposes."
"Sure, I'll try it, wait, there aren't any side effects you aren't telling me, are there?"
"I'll do the research and talk to you after class tomorrow. Goodnight, Draco."
I left Snape's office and started walking aimlessly, not really knowing where I was going. I passed two Hufflepuff girls going in the opposite direction. I recognized them from a party I had once been to with Crabbe and Goyle. Their names were Jenna and Maddie, and quite frankly, they annoyed the hell out of me. They each blew me a kiss as I walked by, and proceeded to follow me, giggling and "like"-ing all the way. No, I thought, annoying doesn't even come close to describing them. Most of the school knew them (and hated them), and they were on top of most of the school's death list. They were failing all of their classes, couldn't tell a pentagon from an octagon, but still insisted upon taking all of the higher level classes, and creating such problems that the classes they were in were farther behind than the on-level classes. They were probably on their way back from quidditch practice. How they made the team, I have no idea. They barely know how to wave a beater stick, much less hit a bludger with it.
I smirked to myself. If either one of them took the time to look at other people's faces when they were talking to people as they took the time looking in the mirror, they would probably discover a lot about their so- called "social lives" than they knew. I finally shook Sunshine and Mary Sue by walking into the boy's bathroom. They probably would have followed me in there too, but Professor Binns had just floated by, and I knew they would never cross a teacher.
Ten minutes later, I walked out, and set off for the library to do some research on tracking charms. I couldn't wait for Snape's information the next day. Who and what I discovered was enough for anyone to "oh my God!"
Chapter 2
I sat in my dormitory for some time, pondering over what had happened in the past week. I had long since written everything that the magnificent three had been discussing before they knew I was there. When I finally put up my journal, I decided it was time to pay a visit to my father's old friend, and my sharer of secrets, Severus Snape.
When I muttered the password to get into his office, the platform dropped from my feet, and my stomach turned. I had never liked the feeling, although my house was filled with those sorts of entranceways. Snape was sitting at his desk, oily black hair in his eyes while he poured over his newest potion book.
"Draco," Snape said in a voice just as oily as his hair, "what can I do for my favorite student?"
I rolled my eyes. All of the Slytherins knew he only sucked up to me because Dumbledore wanted him to spy again and my father was the easiest way to get to Voldemort. Ergo, if Snape is nice to me, my father will be more willing to help him out. Bad plan if you ask me, but hey, no one asked me.
I need to ask a favor, I need some advise on a certain form of magic."
Snape looked puzzled, "what sort of magic?"
"I think it's some sort of old magic. Is there some sort of spell where you swallow something and a tracer is put on you, or a mind reader or something?"
"Why do you ask? And if there is such a spell, why do you want to know it?"
"It's a long story."
"We've got time." And so I went over my story. This time to someone I was confident could help me.
Snape listened silently, and when I was finished, he gave a great sigh. "Well, Draco, your problem is indeed an old sort of magic. From what you have told me, I can draw only one conclusion. I think the spell you are referring to is a simple charm, involving the Locutus spell, and a simple pill. Unfortunately, the spell must be put in place orally, and I assume Mr. Potter and Mr. Weasley thought it best to have Miss Granger perform the task. It would look much more normal if she were caught."
I sighed. This, I thought, was true. It would look a lot less suspicious if Hermione were to be discovered. After all, what girl in her right mind wouldn't want to kiss me? I was used to having girls all over me, but they were usually Slytherins, and therefore very unattractive compared to the rest of the school. My heart sped up a bit when I realized that it was indeed Hermione who had had her mouth on mine, even though she most likely dreaded the day she would have to carry out "Dumbledore's Plan" or whatever it was they were calling it. But still, the thought of a Gryffindor girl being that close to me without him even knowing it, that was weighing in heavily on my mind.
"Mr. Malfoy, are you even listening to me?"
"Er, of course, professor." I had completely forgotten about Snape.
"As I was saying, I think there is a way to find out if there is a tracking device inside your body. If it is the kind of devise I think it is, then we shall have no trouble. All you have to do is drink a special potion, which will illuminate any foreign substance anywhere in your body. It's like a drug test that muggles use, except designed for magical purposes."
"Sure, I'll try it, wait, there aren't any side effects you aren't telling me, are there?"
"I'll do the research and talk to you after class tomorrow. Goodnight, Draco."
I left Snape's office and started walking aimlessly, not really knowing where I was going. I passed two Hufflepuff girls going in the opposite direction. I recognized them from a party I had once been to with Crabbe and Goyle. Their names were Jenna and Maddie, and quite frankly, they annoyed the hell out of me. They each blew me a kiss as I walked by, and proceeded to follow me, giggling and "like"-ing all the way. No, I thought, annoying doesn't even come close to describing them. Most of the school knew them (and hated them), and they were on top of most of the school's death list. They were failing all of their classes, couldn't tell a pentagon from an octagon, but still insisted upon taking all of the higher level classes, and creating such problems that the classes they were in were farther behind than the on-level classes. They were probably on their way back from quidditch practice. How they made the team, I have no idea. They barely know how to wave a beater stick, much less hit a bludger with it.
I smirked to myself. If either one of them took the time to look at other people's faces when they were talking to people as they took the time looking in the mirror, they would probably discover a lot about their so- called "social lives" than they knew. I finally shook Sunshine and Mary Sue by walking into the boy's bathroom. They probably would have followed me in there too, but Professor Binns had just floated by, and I knew they would never cross a teacher.
Ten minutes later, I walked out, and set off for the library to do some research on tracking charms. I couldn't wait for Snape's information the next day. Who and what I discovered was enough for anyone to "oh my God!"