Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. I only own the character of Fierra Diosa and the plot.
The next few weeks after the whole Quidditch incident went as smoothly as the surface of the lake beside Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Homework was light for Fierra and Draco, as the two became closer to each other than before. Draco no longer seemed to hang around Crabbe and Goyle, who both had taken a particular liking to Daniel Twiggs, a seventh-year (and rather dull) Slytherin.
Pansy Parkinson seemed to be completely back to normal, although she now acts as if Draco and Fierra never existed. She passed through them in hallways, not saying hullo or even making eye contact.
"I reckon Parkinson's finally cooled off," Draco said, while he and Fierra were taking a break form their Transfiguration homework.
"I guess so," Fierra mumbled, not looking up from the book that she was reading.
"So are you too busy reading that book to talk to me?" Draco asked teasingly, snatching the book from Fierra's hands. "Let's see what you're reading." He opened up to a random page, shut the book, glanced at the front cover, and then opened it again. "How to Become an Animangus?" he asked.
Fierra gave him a sweet smile. "I've always wanted to be able to transfigure myself into a cat," she said. "They're such mysterious and elusive animals, sort of reminds me of myself."
"That's true, I guess," Draco said thoughtfully. His face lit up. "I know! I'll become an Animangus with you!" he exclaimed. Fierra beamed and hugged him. They realized that they were both standing up, so they sat down on a couch. Draco started kissing Fierra's hands, then arms, and then her neck. The two were kissing intensely when someone behind them cleared their throat. The two lovers stopped abruptly and looked up.
"Professor Snape would like to see both of you," Pansy Parkinson was looking down at them with an almost angry expression on her face. The two moved apart from each other, stood up, and left for Professor Snape's office.
"I wonder what he wants," Fierra asked thoughtfully. The two were walking quickly in the dungeons, as Professor Snape wasn't a particularly patient person. They stood in front of his office door and knocked.
"Mr Malfoy and Miss Diosa. I'm glad that it didn't take you long to come. Come in and take a seat," Professor Snape said when he opened the door. The two sat down on old-looking chairs as Professor Snape took a seat behind his desk.
"Now you may be wondering why I sent Miss Parkinson to get you to come here," he started in a soft, chilly voice. Draco and Fierra nodded.
"I have noticed," he stated. "That both of you are at the top of my Potions class, so I've decided to give each of you what I would think of as a reward." The two Slytherins looked at each other and focused again on Professor Snape, waiting for him to continue.
"I reckon that you might find this, er, reward useful," Professor Snape continued. He handed each of the students a piece of bluish-green parchment. "This," he said. "Is no ordinary parchment. Quite useful for spells and potions. It is called a-" Professor Snape was interrupted by a large roar that seemed to come out of the Great Hall upstairs.
Fierra and Draco instantly jumped out of their seats and followed Professor Snape upstairs to see what was going on. Draco heard Fierra gasp as he looked up to the bewitched ceiling and saw the Dark Mark, a greenish haze which was cast upon the cloudy sky. It was of a skull, with a snake protruding out like a long, slender tongue. Screams of horror and terror rang out of the Great Hall as the other Professors just gaped in shock. Professor Dumbledore stood up and raised his arm, wand in his hand.
"Silence!" he bellowed, his wand erupting in vivid red sparks. "Prefects, please lead your houses into their dormitories as quickly as possible. Professors, please meet me in my office." Professor Dumbledore's face was lined with worry, as the prefects led their houses into their dormitories. The Professors followed Dumbledore into his office, while Draco and Fierra were still hanging around. They spotted Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, and Ron Weasley still sitting on one of the tables, with Harry grasping his head as if he were in a lot of pain. Fierra shrugged and followed Draco into the Slytherin common room, where most Slytherins were quite excited by the event.
"Who d'you think would ever consider conjuring the Dark Mark on Hogwart's bewitched ceiling? That's loads of Dark Magic, that is," Ellie Gibbons, a sixth year said. The other students around her nodded in agreement.
"Exactly," Fierra said to Draco after she overheard Ellie. "I honestly doubt that any student in this school would be powerful enough to cast the Dark Mark up on the ceiling. Unless…" Fierra paused and Draco looked at her.
"Unless what?" he asked. And then it dawned upon him. "D'you think… Do you reckon You-Know-Who's back again?" he asked silently.
Fierra nodded. "It's the best explanation we've got. Remember the Quidditch World Cup three years ago? When the Dark Mark was conjured up into the sky? You-Know-Who came back again that time, didn't he, with those Death Eaters?" she paused, and looked at Draco. "What d'you reckon?"
"I think you might be right, but we can't be sure," Draco said. "I mean, I don't think there are any Death Eaters in this school, are there? Well, sure, a lot of us have parents that are, but there won't be any actual ones here, are there?" Fierra just shrugged.
"All we can really do is wait and see what happens," she said.
"Or we can wait until what Potter's going to do," Draco said haughtily. Fierra looked at him, puzzled. "Oh, Saint Potter's always looking for trouble, you know. Thinks he can defeat You-Know-Who all by himself. Of course, everyone else thinks that it's Muggle-loving Dumbledore that can defeat him, but does Saint Potter care? No, I don't think so," Draco sneered and Fierra just laughed.
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Well that's all for now… Sorry I haven't updated in ages because I somehow got a combination of writer's block and loads of homework. It wasn't much of a chapter… or was it? Muhahahahahahaha…
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