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Chapter 8
The clock had just struck 11 when Blaise started on his Arithmancy homework. The darkhaired boy sighed dramatically, earning him odd stares from Crabbe and Goyle.
"What?"
"Nothin'. Just you sighin' all the time."
Blaise rolled his eyes at Crabbe and poked his quill into the bottle of darkblue ink. He quickly scribbled down the date and titel of his essay and then set to work on the real thing. After an hour Blaise threw the quill at the wall, utterly frustrated. He hated writing essays. Before Draco had left the blond boy had always written Blaise's Arithmancy essays. In exchange Blaise had done Draco's Divination papers. Now, with Draco gone, Blaise noticed that he was compleatly lost.
The Slytherin sighed melodramatical. This earned him a pillow crashing into his head. Blaise cursed loudly and threw the pillow back at Crabbe. The somewhat stupid boy turned away to slowly and got the pillow right in his face. This brought Blaise some satisfaction and he grinned.
An hour later Blaise was ready to go to sleep over his work. Deciding that he was not going to finish the essay tonight, he shuffeled to the bathroom. While brushing his teeth Blaise discovered that he was insanely hungry. Sighing, he left the bathroom, stepped through his dorm and the commenroom, and into the chilly hallway. Quickly walking towards the kitchens he rounded a corner and nearly yelled in surprise and shock. Remus Lupin was standing infront of the entrance to the kitchens talking to a house-elf.
The werewolf had heard Blaise trampling down the corridor and turned towards him.
"Mr. Zabini. Up so late?"
"..."
"Yes?"
"I was... hungry, sir..."
"So was I. Don't stand there like you are glued to the floor."
Blaise smiled uncertainly and edged closer to the kitchen and his professor.
The house-elf opened the entrance and Blaise followed Lupin into the kitchens. It was warm inside and the smell of tea wafted towards the starved Slytherin.
"Excuse me sir... what do you want to eat..." A squeaky voice originating somewhere around Blaise's knee asked.
"Uhm. A cup of tea and some toast?"
"Sure, sir. Will be right there sir."
"Thanks." Blaise pulled up a chair and sat down still eyeing Remus in a strange way.
"What, Mr. Zabini?"
"It's just... aren't you supposed to take off housepoints or something for me being out of bed?"
"Theoretically, I should. But you're not doing anything bad. Only eating." The man smiled, amber eyes sparkling mischiviously. Blaise couldn't help smiling back.
"So, Mr. Zabini. Why were you up so late?"
"I have to hand an Arithmancy essay in tomorrow and I was writing that, till about 15 minutes ago. Then I discovered that I was starving to death."
"Yes, yes. I was helping Prof. Snape with the compleation of a potion and we missed dinner. After that I corrected some papers. By the way, your essay on werewolves was very good. I showed Severus the part where you explained the wolfsbane potion and he was thouroughly impressed."
"Thanks. I didn't really know if the essay was so great. I mean with you being a werewolf... i don't know..."
"That's perfectly alright. You did a good job researching."
"Thank you. A friend of mine helped me with the research. He goes to Durmstrang and they have a far bigger variety of banned meaning restricted books there. It was really helpful."
"And your friend might be Mr. Draco Malfoy?"
"Yeah."
Blaise noted his professors sceptical glance and hurriedly spoke up. "He's a good kid. My best friend as a matter of fact."
"I didn't say that he was evil, did I?"
"No, not openly. But your facial expression showed that you don't particularily care for Malfoys."
"That is true. I can not stand Lucius or Narcissia. I don't like Draco very much; but then, I only taught him for a year."
They sat there in silence, eating and drinking slowly. Blaise could feel himself growing tired. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Well, Professor Lupin. I'll be going to bed now. Night."
"Good night. I enjoyed talking to you."
Blaise smiled and left the kitchens.
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Remus rolled over in bad and sat up. Sleepily, he got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. After he had showered he looked into the mirror. Appaled at what he saw Remus sighed loudly. His face was thin and dark smugdes were present under his eyes.
The resault of a shortly passed transformation and not enough sleep. "Ugh." He slipped into a sweater and some pants and then pulled on his robes.
Yawning he left his rooms and made for the Great Hall. There he sat down next to Severus.
"Good morning. Sleep well?"
"No."
Severus wasn't a morning person. Once one thought about it, Sverus wasn't an evening person either. Nor a daytime or night time person. Remus pondered this for some time and then concentrated on his breakfast. Snape was sipping a cup of Earl Gray tea and trying to avoid talking to anyone. Of cousre Remus had to daunt his plans and start mumbling something brainless about good mornings... as if there was something like a "good" morning.
"Oh. Severus. Did the potion work?"
"Yes."
"That's good. Why didn't you sleep well?"
"I just do not sleep well, period."
"You mean like never?"
"Yes. I mean never."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Whatever."
Snape stood up and exited the Great Hall, leaving Remus puzzeled about why indeed did he care? Was he naturaly a nice person? He was ripped from his musings by a loud bang from the Gryffindor table. The bang was followed by loud yelling that sounded a lot like Mrs. Weasley.
Fred Weasley was sitting, utterly quiet while the howler ranted on.
Remus couldn't help the small smile that formed on his lips.
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Chapter 8
The clock had just struck 11 when Blaise started on his Arithmancy homework. The darkhaired boy sighed dramatically, earning him odd stares from Crabbe and Goyle.
"What?"
"Nothin'. Just you sighin' all the time."
Blaise rolled his eyes at Crabbe and poked his quill into the bottle of darkblue ink. He quickly scribbled down the date and titel of his essay and then set to work on the real thing. After an hour Blaise threw the quill at the wall, utterly frustrated. He hated writing essays. Before Draco had left the blond boy had always written Blaise's Arithmancy essays. In exchange Blaise had done Draco's Divination papers. Now, with Draco gone, Blaise noticed that he was compleatly lost.
The Slytherin sighed melodramatical. This earned him a pillow crashing into his head. Blaise cursed loudly and threw the pillow back at Crabbe. The somewhat stupid boy turned away to slowly and got the pillow right in his face. This brought Blaise some satisfaction and he grinned.
An hour later Blaise was ready to go to sleep over his work. Deciding that he was not going to finish the essay tonight, he shuffeled to the bathroom. While brushing his teeth Blaise discovered that he was insanely hungry. Sighing, he left the bathroom, stepped through his dorm and the commenroom, and into the chilly hallway. Quickly walking towards the kitchens he rounded a corner and nearly yelled in surprise and shock. Remus Lupin was standing infront of the entrance to the kitchens talking to a house-elf.
The werewolf had heard Blaise trampling down the corridor and turned towards him.
"Mr. Zabini. Up so late?"
"..."
"Yes?"
"I was... hungry, sir..."
"So was I. Don't stand there like you are glued to the floor."
Blaise smiled uncertainly and edged closer to the kitchen and his professor.
The house-elf opened the entrance and Blaise followed Lupin into the kitchens. It was warm inside and the smell of tea wafted towards the starved Slytherin.
"Excuse me sir... what do you want to eat..." A squeaky voice originating somewhere around Blaise's knee asked.
"Uhm. A cup of tea and some toast?"
"Sure, sir. Will be right there sir."
"Thanks." Blaise pulled up a chair and sat down still eyeing Remus in a strange way.
"What, Mr. Zabini?"
"It's just... aren't you supposed to take off housepoints or something for me being out of bed?"
"Theoretically, I should. But you're not doing anything bad. Only eating." The man smiled, amber eyes sparkling mischiviously. Blaise couldn't help smiling back.
"So, Mr. Zabini. Why were you up so late?"
"I have to hand an Arithmancy essay in tomorrow and I was writing that, till about 15 minutes ago. Then I discovered that I was starving to death."
"Yes, yes. I was helping Prof. Snape with the compleation of a potion and we missed dinner. After that I corrected some papers. By the way, your essay on werewolves was very good. I showed Severus the part where you explained the wolfsbane potion and he was thouroughly impressed."
"Thanks. I didn't really know if the essay was so great. I mean with you being a werewolf... i don't know..."
"That's perfectly alright. You did a good job researching."
"Thank you. A friend of mine helped me with the research. He goes to Durmstrang and they have a far bigger variety of banned meaning restricted books there. It was really helpful."
"And your friend might be Mr. Draco Malfoy?"
"Yeah."
Blaise noted his professors sceptical glance and hurriedly spoke up. "He's a good kid. My best friend as a matter of fact."
"I didn't say that he was evil, did I?"
"No, not openly. But your facial expression showed that you don't particularily care for Malfoys."
"That is true. I can not stand Lucius or Narcissia. I don't like Draco very much; but then, I only taught him for a year."
They sat there in silence, eating and drinking slowly. Blaise could feel himself growing tired. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Well, Professor Lupin. I'll be going to bed now. Night."
"Good night. I enjoyed talking to you."
Blaise smiled and left the kitchens.
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Remus rolled over in bad and sat up. Sleepily, he got out of bed and stumbled to the bathroom. After he had showered he looked into the mirror. Appaled at what he saw Remus sighed loudly. His face was thin and dark smugdes were present under his eyes.
The resault of a shortly passed transformation and not enough sleep. "Ugh." He slipped into a sweater and some pants and then pulled on his robes.
Yawning he left his rooms and made for the Great Hall. There he sat down next to Severus.
"Good morning. Sleep well?"
"No."
Severus wasn't a morning person. Once one thought about it, Sverus wasn't an evening person either. Nor a daytime or night time person. Remus pondered this for some time and then concentrated on his breakfast. Snape was sipping a cup of Earl Gray tea and trying to avoid talking to anyone. Of cousre Remus had to daunt his plans and start mumbling something brainless about good mornings... as if there was something like a "good" morning.
"Oh. Severus. Did the potion work?"
"Yes."
"That's good. Why didn't you sleep well?"
"I just do not sleep well, period."
"You mean like never?"
"Yes. I mean never."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Why?"
"Because."
"Whatever."
Snape stood up and exited the Great Hall, leaving Remus puzzeled about why indeed did he care? Was he naturaly a nice person? He was ripped from his musings by a loud bang from the Gryffindor table. The bang was followed by loud yelling that sounded a lot like Mrs. Weasley.
Fred Weasley was sitting, utterly quiet while the howler ranted on.
Remus couldn't help the small smile that formed on his lips.
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read and review... PLEASE. merci.
Oh. And i have a question: do you people want draco to end up with harry right away or can draco have a little something with sirius black first???????? What do you say?