Chapter Three:

Can Lorena Win?

"Lorena...." Draco tried to catch his sister at lunch, but a glare from Professor McGonagall said that he wasn't welcome at the high table. With a sigh, Draco returned to his seat. Lorena was so deep in her conversation with Dumbledore that she hadn't even noticed him. How was he supposed to ask her? She wouldn't let him speak privately to her in class, and she had her own private apartments, being a teacher. He would have to go to her office during break. But how? She would kill him if she got in trouble. And why on earth didn't she want him to know? They had the same father, wasn't it common sense that...? No, he musn't think that way. Father would be mad. Very mad. Incredibly mad. Lorena Malfoy was teaching DEFENSE Against the Dark Arts. Oh, how much trouble she would be in....and that meant....oh no.....

"Shit!" Draco yelled in the common room that night. Everyone except his friends cleared out. They knew when to leave.

A/N: Sorry it's short, Mollie Ollie. Major writers block. I only wrote this chapter for you.