Chapter Five //
Hermione, Ron and Harry all sat down to breakfast in the great hall, glancing up as Dumbledore took his claimed seat at the center of the Professor's table. He looked up groggily over his half moon glasses and smiled halfly. A few of the students giggled, as well as the golden three. It seemed that the Headmaster had forgotton to remove his sleeping cap before coming to breakfast. Professor McGonagall whispered such in his ear and he too laughed, tapping the cap upon his head, causing it to disappear.
"Now if there aren't anymore delays from you or I, I believe we shall begin!" Dumbledore smiled and clapped his hands, the breakfast feast appearing upon the table.
Ron's eyes widened, his hands quickly snapping out to grab two pastries, one in his left hand, the other in his right. Hermione didn't even touch the plates, instead her nose was stuck so far in the book she had checked out previously that Harry swore up and down she had ink stains upon the tip of her nose.
"Y'know..." Said Ron, between pastry bites with a full mouth, "I never saw Ophelia at dinner last night. It was quite awkward considering I hadn't noticed Malfoy at the Slytherin table either." He nodded and went back to stuffing his face full of delicious bakery treats.
"Honestly Ron, could be anymore of a pig then you already are?" Hermione stared at him from across the table and over her book. "You've a bit of jam, just there." She said, tapping her left cheek, just like she had done when they first met on the Hogwarts Express.
"As a matter of fact Ron, neither of them seem to have shown up for breakfast.." Harry's brows quirked slightly and her nodded towards two empty seats at the Slytherin table. "I wonder where they could be..." Harry drifted slowly off into thought, but snapped back to reality when someone from the Ravenclaw table chucked a muffin at the back of his head.
Meanwhile...
Draco was stirred asleep as the sun shone through the Slytherin chamber room and burned a red spot upon the back of his neck. He seemed to have fallen asleep with his head in his hands and his elbows propped upon his knees, still seated upon the trunk. He shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun and stood, drawing the curtains quickly shut and turning slowly to find Ophelia's cold eyes upon him.
"You could have taken me to my own chambers." She yawned and stretched out her arms.
"And good morning to you too..." he grunted and held his broken hand.
"Not a morning person?" She smiled slightly and tilted her head, arching a brow. "Or perhaps not a person at all?" She wrinkled her nose and rose in the bed, gasping suddenly and drawing her hand to the center of her chest.
On instict, Draco jolted forward, stopping at the side of the bed with a hand extended to help her fall back into the plush mattress. She stared with wide eyes to the tall ceiling, her eyes rolling back into her head as she coughed. "I think you need to goto the Hospital wing.." Draco whispered, furrowing his brows.
"I'm not sick..." She scowled, pressing her palm roughly to her ribs.
"Bloody hell you aren't!" Draco snapped, pulling back the covers quickly and moving to pick her up from the bed, ready to whiz her off to see the Mediwitch.
"He wants me back." She flinched, avoiding his touch and rolling over as she sat up on the opposite side of the bed.
"Well he can't have you." Malfoy whispered, moving around the side of the bed, stopping to stand in front of her.
"He already has part of me..." She whispered faintly, dropping weakily back into the bed.
Draco stared at her as she fell into slumber once again, his eyes roaming of her sweet face that he dare not touch. His hands moved slowly, drawing the sheets once again around her, promising himself that he'd stay awake this time... so he could watch her sleep.
He hadn't been sure why he was so concerned for her. Maybe it was because he wanted the truth and without her, he wasn't sure he'd get it. But maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was something else; something new.
Hermione, Ron and Harry all sat down to breakfast in the great hall, glancing up as Dumbledore took his claimed seat at the center of the Professor's table. He looked up groggily over his half moon glasses and smiled halfly. A few of the students giggled, as well as the golden three. It seemed that the Headmaster had forgotton to remove his sleeping cap before coming to breakfast. Professor McGonagall whispered such in his ear and he too laughed, tapping the cap upon his head, causing it to disappear.
"Now if there aren't anymore delays from you or I, I believe we shall begin!" Dumbledore smiled and clapped his hands, the breakfast feast appearing upon the table.
Ron's eyes widened, his hands quickly snapping out to grab two pastries, one in his left hand, the other in his right. Hermione didn't even touch the plates, instead her nose was stuck so far in the book she had checked out previously that Harry swore up and down she had ink stains upon the tip of her nose.
"Y'know..." Said Ron, between pastry bites with a full mouth, "I never saw Ophelia at dinner last night. It was quite awkward considering I hadn't noticed Malfoy at the Slytherin table either." He nodded and went back to stuffing his face full of delicious bakery treats.
"Honestly Ron, could be anymore of a pig then you already are?" Hermione stared at him from across the table and over her book. "You've a bit of jam, just there." She said, tapping her left cheek, just like she had done when they first met on the Hogwarts Express.
"As a matter of fact Ron, neither of them seem to have shown up for breakfast.." Harry's brows quirked slightly and her nodded towards two empty seats at the Slytherin table. "I wonder where they could be..." Harry drifted slowly off into thought, but snapped back to reality when someone from the Ravenclaw table chucked a muffin at the back of his head.
Meanwhile...
Draco was stirred asleep as the sun shone through the Slytherin chamber room and burned a red spot upon the back of his neck. He seemed to have fallen asleep with his head in his hands and his elbows propped upon his knees, still seated upon the trunk. He shielded his eyes from the glare of the sun and stood, drawing the curtains quickly shut and turning slowly to find Ophelia's cold eyes upon him.
"You could have taken me to my own chambers." She yawned and stretched out her arms.
"And good morning to you too..." he grunted and held his broken hand.
"Not a morning person?" She smiled slightly and tilted her head, arching a brow. "Or perhaps not a person at all?" She wrinkled her nose and rose in the bed, gasping suddenly and drawing her hand to the center of her chest.
On instict, Draco jolted forward, stopping at the side of the bed with a hand extended to help her fall back into the plush mattress. She stared with wide eyes to the tall ceiling, her eyes rolling back into her head as she coughed. "I think you need to goto the Hospital wing.." Draco whispered, furrowing his brows.
"I'm not sick..." She scowled, pressing her palm roughly to her ribs.
"Bloody hell you aren't!" Draco snapped, pulling back the covers quickly and moving to pick her up from the bed, ready to whiz her off to see the Mediwitch.
"He wants me back." She flinched, avoiding his touch and rolling over as she sat up on the opposite side of the bed.
"Well he can't have you." Malfoy whispered, moving around the side of the bed, stopping to stand in front of her.
"He already has part of me..." She whispered faintly, dropping weakily back into the bed.
Draco stared at her as she fell into slumber once again, his eyes roaming of her sweet face that he dare not touch. His hands moved slowly, drawing the sheets once again around her, promising himself that he'd stay awake this time... so he could watch her sleep.
He hadn't been sure why he was so concerned for her. Maybe it was because he wanted the truth and without her, he wasn't sure he'd get it. But maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was something else; something new.