Author's notes: Sorry it's taken so long but I've been really busy! OK, I
know I left you in the lurch again, I am such a bitch but come on, I'm in
Slytherin and I'm related to the Malfoys what do you expect of me. OK, in
this chapter there will be a few interesting events so be sure to keep your
eyes open. Thanks for your reviews, I really appreciate them. I hope you
enjoy this chapter and that you'll review this one also. Slytherin Rules!
Gryffindor drools! Talk to you all again soon unless of course you're a
mudblood where I will be forced to kill. (, Sammy Malfoy
Disclaimer: You know every time I say this I feel like crying! I don't own Harry Potter, if I did he'd be making me loads of money and I wouldn't be here sitting in front of my computer writing fan fic, I'd be out partying with Tom Felton and the gang from the movies so STOP RUBBING IT IN!!!!!!!! I have a lot of anger, no, I'm just jealous. JK Rowling and Warner Bros own Harry Potter so don't be expecting to see me around any time soon. (
Chapter 3: S is for Slytherin.
"A fire, what do you mean? Fire," Ron shouted.
"Fire Ron," Fred said sarcastically.
"What do you think?" George added. Ron glared at the pair.
"I'll go tell Professor McGaonagall," Hermione said before taking off at a run. Harry turned to face the entrance when he suddenly remembered.
"My dad's cloak!" he said pushing through the crowd.
"Harry no! You could be killed!" Alicia Steele said trying to hold on to him but he was too strong and he pulled away. He ran as fast as he could when he noticed the fat lady wasn't in her painting he broke through. He hadn't expected it to be so bad, he thought the twins were just exaggerating like they usually do. Flames flickered at his body like red whips. He could hear the voices of people yelling at him to come back out but he ignored them. He saw the doorway to the boy's dormitories; he jumped through a wall of fire, landing hard on the steps. He looked up and quickly ran up the stairs. Meanwhile outside, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and the other teachers had all just turned up closely followed by Hermione.
"Dobby and his friends will be here in a moment to put out the fire, where's Harry?" Hermione said exhausted.
"He just, ran in," Ron said as if he were under a trance, his face, pale like a ghost.
"What!" Hermione said in a high pitched sort of squeak, tears swelling her eyes. Her squeak broke Ron's trance and he turned around to face her.
"He's father's cloak is in there, it's the only thing his got apart from a photo which is also in there. What would you do Hermione?" Ron said feeling a little frustrated.
"Calm down everyone, I want all of you to go and wait in the great hall until we find a place for you to sleep, now go, all of you," Dumbledore ordered.
Ron and Hermione didn't budge.
"That includes you as well," Dumbledore said looking at them both with serious eyes.
"We're not leaving," Ron said as serious as Dumbledore's eyes.
"Come on," came the low voice of Hagrid. He put a heavy hand on one of their shoulders and pushed them away.
Harry ran up the stairs and into his dorm, it hadn't been touched by the flames yet. Harry ran over to his trunk pulled out his cloak but when he went to grab his album, it wasn't there. He dug around searching everywhere for his album. He stopped when smoke started creeping under the door and Hedwig's screeches filled the room.
"Hedwig, go to Sirius, stay there and when everything is back to normal I'll send a school owl with a letter to Sirius and then you can come back," Harry told her as he opened her cage. He watched her fly away deep into the night sky. Harry quickly stuffed his cloak in his shirt and went to open the door.
"Harry!" he heard a voice from below in the common room. He recognised it as Dumbledores'.
"Professor!" he yelled back.
"Harry, where are you?" Harry could barely hear him, so he opened the door to see that the fire had caught up with him.
"Harry, where are you?" he heard again. "I'm in the staircase, I'm coming down," Harry yelled back.
"No Harry!" but the next thing Dumbledore saw was Harry emerging through a wall of flames.
"Come on Harry," he shouted as he motioned his hands towards himself.
Dumbledore just looked like a black blur through the haze of the heat but Harry didn't stop. He ran towards Dumbledore and right into him making him stumble a little bit.
"Come on, come on, let's get out of here," Dumbledore said patting Harry on the back. As they stepped out of the common room they were quickly replaced with 20 confident, little house elves, one was Dobby. Harry looked as if he had just done a stunt in a Rambo movie, his cloak was burnt, his cloths had the odd tear and he was covered in ash. Within two steps from the ripped painting that was the entrance, Harry was ambushed by Professor McGonagall who gave him a giant hug.
"Oh Harry thank goodness, you could of died, what were you thinking?" she raced.
"Minerva don't suffocate the boy, I'm sure his lungs are full of smoke," Dumbledore said with a little grin. Harry was grateful, he didn't really want to die from being hugged to suffocation by Professor McGonagall.
"Where, Ron, Herm?" Harry said between breaths.
"They're in the great hall but Harry I think you should go straight to the hospital wing," Dumbledore said.
"No, I'm fine," he said before coughing up what felt like a lung.
"That doesn't sound fine Harry," Professor McGonagall said while rubbing his back gently.
"I'll be fine I just need to get some fresh air," he said with a polite smile before making his way to the closest window.
Dumbledore dismissed the other teachers and stepped over beside Harry.
"Did you find your cloak?" Dumbledore said whilst looking at the window also.
"Yes, but I don't know where my album is," he said, the sound of tears forming in his voice. Sensing his sadness, Dumbledore made a move.
"Come on Harry, your friends are probably worried," he said ushering Harry down the hall back towards the great hall.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Dobby is happy to see you are not hurt," it was Dobby.
"Thank you Dobby," Harry said with a weak smile.
"Dobby has been meaning to visit Harry Potter but Dobby has been very busy," Dobby continued.
"That's Ok Dobby," Harry said with glance down the hall towards the great hall entrance. Dumbledore saw this and stepped in.
"Thank you Dobby, I'm sure the other elves need your help," he said with a nod.
"Oh, yes Professor Dumbledore, Dobby will visit Harry Potter soon," he said smiling and with a flap of his floppy ears he twirled around towards the other elves who were presently hauling out bags of debrie.
"Thanks Professor," Harry said gratefully.
Dumbledore gave a small grin and the two started down the hall again.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay in the hospital wing tonight Harry?" Dumbledore said with a concerned look on his face.
"Thank you Professor but I'll be fine," Harry replied with a reassuring smile before opening the door and stepping into the warm rays of the floating candles above.
"HARRY!" Came the voices of Ron and Hermione. Hermione ran and jumped into a hug, which made them full to the hard floor. Harry felt as though he had been knocked by the Whomping Willow.
"Sorry Harry, but you shouldn't have done that! Look at you! Oh dear Harry, how could you be so stupid? You could've died!"
"You know, that's exactly what McGonagall said," Harry said trying to get Hermione's arms unlocked from his neck. "Great minds think alike," she said shaking Harry to and fro.
"Hermione, I should tell you, I'm not Pinnochio and unlike him I am a real boy and I need my spinal cord and all my insides around it. Also if I wanted to die by been hugged I'd just go back to Professor McGonagall," he said with a cheeky smile. Ron looked at him with a puzzled look.
"Don't ask," Harry said whilst standing up, having just been freed from Hermione's grasp.
"I wasn't going to, I was just going to say, oh Harry! Oh Harry! We were so worried!" Ron said putting his arms around Harry, mocking Hermione by shaking him to and fro. "Oh you could've died!" he said grabbing Harry's head and pretending to kiss him on each cheek.
"That's not funny Ron!" Hermione said putting her hands on her hips.
"I thought it was!" Harry said recovering from a laughing fit.
" Oh, Harry why did you do that?" Hermione said having regained composure.
Harry pulled out the cloak from under his shirt.
"This," he said.
"Harry you could've just gotten another one," Hermione said with her serious face on.
"Ah Hermione, invisibility cloaks don't usually just fall from the sky," Ron said looking at her as though she were born yesterday. Ignoring Ron's comment Hermione went on.
"Where's your album?" she asked.
"I don't know," he answered.
"So you just about kill yourself for something and you don't even get it," she said rather un-sensitively.
"It wasn't there, Hermione! If it was there I wouldn't have just left it to burn, I not bloody stupid Herms!" Harry snapped back.
"Sorry Harry," she said, regretting ever opening her mouth.
"Sorry Herms, I just don't want to talk about it, Ok?" he said.
"Ok," she said, lightening up a bit.
"Well, that's that now let's find somewhere to hibernate for the night," Ron said, changing the subject. As the three started looking around, Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sprout and Snape walked in looking very serious and very tied.
"Can I have your attention please?" McGonagall said.
"In light of the events, Professor Snape and Professor Sprout have agreed to accommodate you for the evening. As there are a number of you, half of you will be escorted to the Hufflepuff common room and the other half to the Slytherin common room," Dumbledore announced.
"Those of you who's last name is between A-M are to go to the Hufflepuff common room, the rest are to go to the Slytherin room," Professor McGonagall said with a look of exhausted seriousness.
"Excuse me Professor, I was wondering, could I possibly go to the Slytherin common room? I will swap with someone who doesn't want to go if there is a problem with numbers," Hermione asked with a pleading look on her face.
"Alright Hermione, you can swap with Miss Patil," Professor McGonagall said, Hermione figured she was too tied to argue. When Parvati found out she wasn't going to the Slytherin dungeons she jumped and cheered.
"Miss Patil, stop that unnecessary nonsense," McGonagall snapped.
"I'm coming with you guys," Hermione said with a smile.
"Are you insane, why are you happy about that? You know it's practical suicide for a muggle born to even think about setting foot there," Ron said worried.
"Well I'm still alive, aren't I?" she said trying to sound positive.
"You know what I mean Herms," Ron said starring into her eyes.
"I know," she said breaking the connection the two seemed to have formed with there eyes. Harry looked at each of them, one by one with the same confused, suspicious look he had earlier that morning. "Ok, that's it! You two are telling me what happened last night or I'll kick your arses to China!" Harry said somewhat more serious than he meant.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione said with a look of surprise on her face.
"I'm talking about you two! The both of you have been acting strangely all bloody day! What's going on?" Harry said.
There was silence. Ron and Hermione just looked at each other.
"You guys kissed didn't you?" Harry said with a smile.
"What," they both said in mock surprise.
"Oh come on, I wasn't born last Tuesday! You two are at each others throats and then..your at each others throats," he said with a cheeky grin, trying to hold back the laughter that was building up inside of him.
"Oh Harry, that's disgusting!" Hermione said blushing.
"Yeah," Ron said trying not to smile. Hermione saw this and slapped him on his arm.
"Ron," she said.
"Oh come Herms, you've got to admit, that is funny," Ron said breaking into fits of laughter.
"So it is true!" Harry said with a look of triumph. Ron nodded.
"I don't believe you, you're the one person who survived Voldemort and you still feel that finding out Ron and I kissed is more triumphant," Hermione said shaking her head.
"No, it's the fact that I'm right for a change, that's triumphant!" he said.
The three hadn't realised that the first half of the Gryffindors had left and that there was only the second half left waiting nervously in the great hall. Right on time, McGonagall walked in.
"Their ready for you now," she announced.
"Yeah I'm sure, ready to slice and dice us," Dean Thomas said nervously.
As they walked down the halls and stairs to the Slytherin dungeons, Harry thought back to the time when he and Ron ran into Percy while in disguise as Crabbe and Goyle. When they got to the entrance, the door was already open and there were two large burly 7th year boys standing on either side as guards. They watched them pass and sniggered as Harry walked past, then closed the door behind them. Once the doors were shut, they could hear the sound of music coming from a small crowd of Slytherins in the corner. When the Gryffindors were closer, Harry noticed the Tabitha and a few other Slytherin girls, including the pug faced Pansy Parkinson and the butch Millicent Bullstrode were dancing like Veelas in the middle of a small crowd of boys who were cheering them (mostly Tabitha) on. Or course Malfoy was right there with them.
"Escuse me," Professor McGonagall said sternly.
The girls stopped and turned around to look at the Gryffindors and Professor McGonagall standing awkwardly.
"Yes, Professor" Tabitha said with a sarcastic tone.
"That is not suitable behaviour for young Hogwarts students Miss Riddle," Professor McGonagall said with a frown.
Tabitha just raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes a bit before turning and sitting herself next to Malfoy. When she sat, Draco put his arm around her and she sort of snuggled into his arms while resting her hand on his toned abs.
"If the two were any closer they'd need a room!" Hermione whispered in disgust.
"Now, I want you all to wait here while I check to make sure your beds are ready," Professor McGonagall announced, they all watched after her until she was out of site.
"So Potter, decided to take a leaf out of Weasley's book of fashion did you?" Malfoy called out, the Slytherins sniggered. Harry ignored him but Hermione couldn't.
"Matter of fact Draco! He just came out of our 'burning' tower, I don't see you doing anything spectacular!" she said emphasising the word burning.
Ignoring Hermione, Draco went on.
"So who was famous Harry Potter saving now? You didn't save her did you?" he said gesturing towards Hermione as he made his last comment.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron snapped.
Draco raised from the couch.
"What?" he said with a sly grin. That grin always gave Ron the urge to smack his fist into his nose. So when Ron made to attack Draco, Harry and Hermione were to quick for him and got hold of his arms before he could get to Draco.
"You better watch that Weasley, people will think your falling in love with the rotten muggle," Draco said, smiling when he noticed the look of hurt in Hermione's eyes.
"You bastard," Ron said.
Draco just smiled.
"You know Draco, you really should be nicer to Ron after all he is our guest, we have to make him feel welcome and fill the dorms of all his favourite things!" Tabitha added walking up to Draco pretending to look innocent. Draco smiled, suddenly realising what she was up to.
"What are you talking about?" Harry and Ron said in unison.
"I've heard what you two get up to and I know all about Ron's little, friends," she said walking up to Ron who was still being restrained by Harry and Hermione, she put a hand on his chest while bringing the other up to his face. Ron glared at her. "Isn't it true, that your favourite creatures in the whole world are...spiders," she whispered in his ear. When she pulled away from him, she looked up into his eyes that were looking at her puzzled. She smiled seductively and for moment Ron felt like kissing her. He had no idea why but all his head could think about was telling her how perfect he would be for her and how he could make her happy, when suddenly he felt something on his shoulder that distracted his thoughts. While Ron had been caught up his thoughts, Tabitha had made a huge hairy spider appear in her hand and put it on his shoulder. Ron shouted enough obscenities to make the darkest of dark lords blush, The Slytherins rolled around with laughter as the Gryffindors tried to help Ron who was running around jumping from couch to couch trying to get rid of the spider.
"What is going on?" Professor McGonagall shouted but she saw the spider and with a flick of her wand it was gone.
"Now settle down all of you!" She ordered.
"It was Riddle miss, she just pulled the bloody thing out of thin air!" Fred said pointing at Tabitha who was still trying to pull the innocent act.
"Thank you Fred but I wish you wouldn't use such language," Professor McGonagall said.
"That was hardly language miss, but if you like I have quite a large vocabulary for your selection," Fred said sounding very much like a door-to- door salesmen.
"No thank you Mr Weasley," she said trying not to look too amused. "Now, if I hear of any other acts like this, those responsible will be expelled faster than you can say oddsbodikins," she said focusing on Tabitha and Draco.
"We'll be on our best behaviour Professor, we always are," Tabitha said with a fake smile.
Professor McGonagall looked at Tabitha again before turning around and leaving the dungeons. Tabitha and Draco both went back to sit at the couch they were at earlier. They were closely followed by Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had a few questions they wanted answered. The three of them all sat together on the couch in front of Draco and Tabitha, who this time was on Draco's lap.
"How did you know about that?" Ron said suspiciously.
"What the spider thing?" Tabitha asked as if completely oblivious to what just happened.
"Yes, the spider thing!" Ron snapped back sarcastically.
"I get around," Tabitha said whilst observing her nails.
"In more ways than one I bet." Hermione shot back.
"You really should work on your manners, Granger," Draco said in his usual drawl.
"Shut up Malfoy," Harry said glaring at him.
"Watch that attitude of yours Potter, might get you into trouble," Draco said with a malicious smile.
"I'm surprised we haven't spoken before, after all you have listened in on a conversation of mine before," Tabitha said in mock puzzlement.
"What do you mean? I've only meet you two or three times before," Harry said looking as though his brain was about to explode.
"I speak Parseltongue, Harry," she said with a sly grin.
"You speak Parseltongue?" Harry said a bit surprised and a bit relieved to know he was no longer the only one.
"Have you been in hibernation Potter or are you just naïve!" said Draco.
"Of course, Harry, my father is Voldemort," she said.
"But your not a pure blood wizard either, are you? If I remember rightly Voldemort's father was a muggle," Hermione said rather obnoxiously.
"Yeah, I'm well aware of what my grandfather was but, aren't you forgetting one thing?" Tabitha snapped back, a smirk finding a home on her face.
"What?" Hermione shot back, hatred in her voice.
"I am an heir of the most powerful dark lord ever to live," Tabitha said returning her gaze back to her perfectly manicured nails.
"I'm sure your Dad would disagree with that," said Harry.
Tabitha looked up, a smile creping onto her face.
"Well then, one, of the most powerful dark lords," she said with absolute calm on her face.
"How did you make me think those things before?" Ron seeming to wake up from his trance, said his eyes firmly glued to the floor. Hermione and Harry looked at Ron, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Oh now it gets interesting," Tabitha was smiling, her gaze burning into Harry's retina.
"What do you mean?" Hermione interrupted.
"Well it does have a bit to do with what you said earlier, my not being pure blood," Tabitha drawled sounding very much like Draco.
"Soooo, your telepathic, you can put thoughts in peoples heads," Hermione guessed.
"Close but no cigar, I'm part Veela," Tabitha enjoyed the shocked expressions on the trio's faces.
"Your Veela, and you made me think that stuff before so that I wouldn't know that that spider was on me!" Ron's ears were bright red (sure sign of anger) and his face was so tense with rage he looked as though he might explode. He was standing up now.
"Good boy! You cracked it, now why don't you run to Dumbledore and tell him all about it!" Tabitha said smirking.
"And what, let me guess, you've got Malfoy under your little spell too," Ron spat. Ignoring her last comment.
"No, I don't need any help with that," Draco said, noticeably pulling Tabitha closer to him.
"You guys make me sick, I'm going to bed," Hermione said a look of disgust on her face.
"Goodnight, don't let the bed bugs bite," Tabitha called out to her.
"Don't you mean spiders? That's really what your going to do, isn't it?" Ron said.
"Hey that's a good idea!" Tabitha said a huge grin making it's presence known on her face.
"Come on Harry, let's go," Ron said giving up.
"I'll be there in a minute," Harry called out to Ron as he walked out of sight.
"What's the matter Potter, you want someone to tuck you in?" Malfoy said.
Harry couldn't have been bothered to try and say anything else to them. They were impossible. So he stood up and left but when he was half way to the entrance of the dorm in which he saw Ron enter, he heard something.
Sweet dreams Potter.
"What?" Harry whispered as he looked around for someone but he couldn't see anyone.
Don't worry Potter, I'll be watching over you tonight. See you in your dreams.
"Who are you?" he whispered again. Come on, come on, say something he thought.
You'll find out later. Nighty night.
That's all ladies and gents. Please review, I'll be back in a week or two with a new mouth watering chapter. Love yas all! Sammy xoxo
Disclaimer: You know every time I say this I feel like crying! I don't own Harry Potter, if I did he'd be making me loads of money and I wouldn't be here sitting in front of my computer writing fan fic, I'd be out partying with Tom Felton and the gang from the movies so STOP RUBBING IT IN!!!!!!!! I have a lot of anger, no, I'm just jealous. JK Rowling and Warner Bros own Harry Potter so don't be expecting to see me around any time soon. (
Chapter 3: S is for Slytherin.
"A fire, what do you mean? Fire," Ron shouted.
"Fire Ron," Fred said sarcastically.
"What do you think?" George added. Ron glared at the pair.
"I'll go tell Professor McGaonagall," Hermione said before taking off at a run. Harry turned to face the entrance when he suddenly remembered.
"My dad's cloak!" he said pushing through the crowd.
"Harry no! You could be killed!" Alicia Steele said trying to hold on to him but he was too strong and he pulled away. He ran as fast as he could when he noticed the fat lady wasn't in her painting he broke through. He hadn't expected it to be so bad, he thought the twins were just exaggerating like they usually do. Flames flickered at his body like red whips. He could hear the voices of people yelling at him to come back out but he ignored them. He saw the doorway to the boy's dormitories; he jumped through a wall of fire, landing hard on the steps. He looked up and quickly ran up the stairs. Meanwhile outside, Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall and the other teachers had all just turned up closely followed by Hermione.
"Dobby and his friends will be here in a moment to put out the fire, where's Harry?" Hermione said exhausted.
"He just, ran in," Ron said as if he were under a trance, his face, pale like a ghost.
"What!" Hermione said in a high pitched sort of squeak, tears swelling her eyes. Her squeak broke Ron's trance and he turned around to face her.
"He's father's cloak is in there, it's the only thing his got apart from a photo which is also in there. What would you do Hermione?" Ron said feeling a little frustrated.
"Calm down everyone, I want all of you to go and wait in the great hall until we find a place for you to sleep, now go, all of you," Dumbledore ordered.
Ron and Hermione didn't budge.
"That includes you as well," Dumbledore said looking at them both with serious eyes.
"We're not leaving," Ron said as serious as Dumbledore's eyes.
"Come on," came the low voice of Hagrid. He put a heavy hand on one of their shoulders and pushed them away.
Harry ran up the stairs and into his dorm, it hadn't been touched by the flames yet. Harry ran over to his trunk pulled out his cloak but when he went to grab his album, it wasn't there. He dug around searching everywhere for his album. He stopped when smoke started creeping under the door and Hedwig's screeches filled the room.
"Hedwig, go to Sirius, stay there and when everything is back to normal I'll send a school owl with a letter to Sirius and then you can come back," Harry told her as he opened her cage. He watched her fly away deep into the night sky. Harry quickly stuffed his cloak in his shirt and went to open the door.
"Harry!" he heard a voice from below in the common room. He recognised it as Dumbledores'.
"Professor!" he yelled back.
"Harry, where are you?" Harry could barely hear him, so he opened the door to see that the fire had caught up with him.
"Harry, where are you?" he heard again. "I'm in the staircase, I'm coming down," Harry yelled back.
"No Harry!" but the next thing Dumbledore saw was Harry emerging through a wall of flames.
"Come on Harry," he shouted as he motioned his hands towards himself.
Dumbledore just looked like a black blur through the haze of the heat but Harry didn't stop. He ran towards Dumbledore and right into him making him stumble a little bit.
"Come on, come on, let's get out of here," Dumbledore said patting Harry on the back. As they stepped out of the common room they were quickly replaced with 20 confident, little house elves, one was Dobby. Harry looked as if he had just done a stunt in a Rambo movie, his cloak was burnt, his cloths had the odd tear and he was covered in ash. Within two steps from the ripped painting that was the entrance, Harry was ambushed by Professor McGonagall who gave him a giant hug.
"Oh Harry thank goodness, you could of died, what were you thinking?" she raced.
"Minerva don't suffocate the boy, I'm sure his lungs are full of smoke," Dumbledore said with a little grin. Harry was grateful, he didn't really want to die from being hugged to suffocation by Professor McGonagall.
"Where, Ron, Herm?" Harry said between breaths.
"They're in the great hall but Harry I think you should go straight to the hospital wing," Dumbledore said.
"No, I'm fine," he said before coughing up what felt like a lung.
"That doesn't sound fine Harry," Professor McGonagall said while rubbing his back gently.
"I'll be fine I just need to get some fresh air," he said with a polite smile before making his way to the closest window.
Dumbledore dismissed the other teachers and stepped over beside Harry.
"Did you find your cloak?" Dumbledore said whilst looking at the window also.
"Yes, but I don't know where my album is," he said, the sound of tears forming in his voice. Sensing his sadness, Dumbledore made a move.
"Come on Harry, your friends are probably worried," he said ushering Harry down the hall back towards the great hall.
"Harry Potter, Harry Potter, Dobby is happy to see you are not hurt," it was Dobby.
"Thank you Dobby," Harry said with a weak smile.
"Dobby has been meaning to visit Harry Potter but Dobby has been very busy," Dobby continued.
"That's Ok Dobby," Harry said with glance down the hall towards the great hall entrance. Dumbledore saw this and stepped in.
"Thank you Dobby, I'm sure the other elves need your help," he said with a nod.
"Oh, yes Professor Dumbledore, Dobby will visit Harry Potter soon," he said smiling and with a flap of his floppy ears he twirled around towards the other elves who were presently hauling out bags of debrie.
"Thanks Professor," Harry said gratefully.
Dumbledore gave a small grin and the two started down the hall again.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like to stay in the hospital wing tonight Harry?" Dumbledore said with a concerned look on his face.
"Thank you Professor but I'll be fine," Harry replied with a reassuring smile before opening the door and stepping into the warm rays of the floating candles above.
"HARRY!" Came the voices of Ron and Hermione. Hermione ran and jumped into a hug, which made them full to the hard floor. Harry felt as though he had been knocked by the Whomping Willow.
"Sorry Harry, but you shouldn't have done that! Look at you! Oh dear Harry, how could you be so stupid? You could've died!"
"You know, that's exactly what McGonagall said," Harry said trying to get Hermione's arms unlocked from his neck. "Great minds think alike," she said shaking Harry to and fro.
"Hermione, I should tell you, I'm not Pinnochio and unlike him I am a real boy and I need my spinal cord and all my insides around it. Also if I wanted to die by been hugged I'd just go back to Professor McGonagall," he said with a cheeky smile. Ron looked at him with a puzzled look.
"Don't ask," Harry said whilst standing up, having just been freed from Hermione's grasp.
"I wasn't going to, I was just going to say, oh Harry! Oh Harry! We were so worried!" Ron said putting his arms around Harry, mocking Hermione by shaking him to and fro. "Oh you could've died!" he said grabbing Harry's head and pretending to kiss him on each cheek.
"That's not funny Ron!" Hermione said putting her hands on her hips.
"I thought it was!" Harry said recovering from a laughing fit.
" Oh, Harry why did you do that?" Hermione said having regained composure.
Harry pulled out the cloak from under his shirt.
"This," he said.
"Harry you could've just gotten another one," Hermione said with her serious face on.
"Ah Hermione, invisibility cloaks don't usually just fall from the sky," Ron said looking at her as though she were born yesterday. Ignoring Ron's comment Hermione went on.
"Where's your album?" she asked.
"I don't know," he answered.
"So you just about kill yourself for something and you don't even get it," she said rather un-sensitively.
"It wasn't there, Hermione! If it was there I wouldn't have just left it to burn, I not bloody stupid Herms!" Harry snapped back.
"Sorry Harry," she said, regretting ever opening her mouth.
"Sorry Herms, I just don't want to talk about it, Ok?" he said.
"Ok," she said, lightening up a bit.
"Well, that's that now let's find somewhere to hibernate for the night," Ron said, changing the subject. As the three started looking around, Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Sprout and Snape walked in looking very serious and very tied.
"Can I have your attention please?" McGonagall said.
"In light of the events, Professor Snape and Professor Sprout have agreed to accommodate you for the evening. As there are a number of you, half of you will be escorted to the Hufflepuff common room and the other half to the Slytherin common room," Dumbledore announced.
"Those of you who's last name is between A-M are to go to the Hufflepuff common room, the rest are to go to the Slytherin room," Professor McGonagall said with a look of exhausted seriousness.
"Excuse me Professor, I was wondering, could I possibly go to the Slytherin common room? I will swap with someone who doesn't want to go if there is a problem with numbers," Hermione asked with a pleading look on her face.
"Alright Hermione, you can swap with Miss Patil," Professor McGonagall said, Hermione figured she was too tied to argue. When Parvati found out she wasn't going to the Slytherin dungeons she jumped and cheered.
"Miss Patil, stop that unnecessary nonsense," McGonagall snapped.
"I'm coming with you guys," Hermione said with a smile.
"Are you insane, why are you happy about that? You know it's practical suicide for a muggle born to even think about setting foot there," Ron said worried.
"Well I'm still alive, aren't I?" she said trying to sound positive.
"You know what I mean Herms," Ron said starring into her eyes.
"I know," she said breaking the connection the two seemed to have formed with there eyes. Harry looked at each of them, one by one with the same confused, suspicious look he had earlier that morning. "Ok, that's it! You two are telling me what happened last night or I'll kick your arses to China!" Harry said somewhat more serious than he meant.
"What are you talking about?" Hermione said with a look of surprise on her face.
"I'm talking about you two! The both of you have been acting strangely all bloody day! What's going on?" Harry said.
There was silence. Ron and Hermione just looked at each other.
"You guys kissed didn't you?" Harry said with a smile.
"What," they both said in mock surprise.
"Oh come on, I wasn't born last Tuesday! You two are at each others throats and then..your at each others throats," he said with a cheeky grin, trying to hold back the laughter that was building up inside of him.
"Oh Harry, that's disgusting!" Hermione said blushing.
"Yeah," Ron said trying not to smile. Hermione saw this and slapped him on his arm.
"Ron," she said.
"Oh come Herms, you've got to admit, that is funny," Ron said breaking into fits of laughter.
"So it is true!" Harry said with a look of triumph. Ron nodded.
"I don't believe you, you're the one person who survived Voldemort and you still feel that finding out Ron and I kissed is more triumphant," Hermione said shaking her head.
"No, it's the fact that I'm right for a change, that's triumphant!" he said.
The three hadn't realised that the first half of the Gryffindors had left and that there was only the second half left waiting nervously in the great hall. Right on time, McGonagall walked in.
"Their ready for you now," she announced.
"Yeah I'm sure, ready to slice and dice us," Dean Thomas said nervously.
As they walked down the halls and stairs to the Slytherin dungeons, Harry thought back to the time when he and Ron ran into Percy while in disguise as Crabbe and Goyle. When they got to the entrance, the door was already open and there were two large burly 7th year boys standing on either side as guards. They watched them pass and sniggered as Harry walked past, then closed the door behind them. Once the doors were shut, they could hear the sound of music coming from a small crowd of Slytherins in the corner. When the Gryffindors were closer, Harry noticed the Tabitha and a few other Slytherin girls, including the pug faced Pansy Parkinson and the butch Millicent Bullstrode were dancing like Veelas in the middle of a small crowd of boys who were cheering them (mostly Tabitha) on. Or course Malfoy was right there with them.
"Escuse me," Professor McGonagall said sternly.
The girls stopped and turned around to look at the Gryffindors and Professor McGonagall standing awkwardly.
"Yes, Professor" Tabitha said with a sarcastic tone.
"That is not suitable behaviour for young Hogwarts students Miss Riddle," Professor McGonagall said with a frown.
Tabitha just raised her eyebrows and rolled her eyes a bit before turning and sitting herself next to Malfoy. When she sat, Draco put his arm around her and she sort of snuggled into his arms while resting her hand on his toned abs.
"If the two were any closer they'd need a room!" Hermione whispered in disgust.
"Now, I want you all to wait here while I check to make sure your beds are ready," Professor McGonagall announced, they all watched after her until she was out of site.
"So Potter, decided to take a leaf out of Weasley's book of fashion did you?" Malfoy called out, the Slytherins sniggered. Harry ignored him but Hermione couldn't.
"Matter of fact Draco! He just came out of our 'burning' tower, I don't see you doing anything spectacular!" she said emphasising the word burning.
Ignoring Hermione, Draco went on.
"So who was famous Harry Potter saving now? You didn't save her did you?" he said gesturing towards Hermione as he made his last comment.
"Shut up Malfoy!" Ron snapped.
Draco raised from the couch.
"What?" he said with a sly grin. That grin always gave Ron the urge to smack his fist into his nose. So when Ron made to attack Draco, Harry and Hermione were to quick for him and got hold of his arms before he could get to Draco.
"You better watch that Weasley, people will think your falling in love with the rotten muggle," Draco said, smiling when he noticed the look of hurt in Hermione's eyes.
"You bastard," Ron said.
Draco just smiled.
"You know Draco, you really should be nicer to Ron after all he is our guest, we have to make him feel welcome and fill the dorms of all his favourite things!" Tabitha added walking up to Draco pretending to look innocent. Draco smiled, suddenly realising what she was up to.
"What are you talking about?" Harry and Ron said in unison.
"I've heard what you two get up to and I know all about Ron's little, friends," she said walking up to Ron who was still being restrained by Harry and Hermione, she put a hand on his chest while bringing the other up to his face. Ron glared at her. "Isn't it true, that your favourite creatures in the whole world are...spiders," she whispered in his ear. When she pulled away from him, she looked up into his eyes that were looking at her puzzled. She smiled seductively and for moment Ron felt like kissing her. He had no idea why but all his head could think about was telling her how perfect he would be for her and how he could make her happy, when suddenly he felt something on his shoulder that distracted his thoughts. While Ron had been caught up his thoughts, Tabitha had made a huge hairy spider appear in her hand and put it on his shoulder. Ron shouted enough obscenities to make the darkest of dark lords blush, The Slytherins rolled around with laughter as the Gryffindors tried to help Ron who was running around jumping from couch to couch trying to get rid of the spider.
"What is going on?" Professor McGonagall shouted but she saw the spider and with a flick of her wand it was gone.
"Now settle down all of you!" She ordered.
"It was Riddle miss, she just pulled the bloody thing out of thin air!" Fred said pointing at Tabitha who was still trying to pull the innocent act.
"Thank you Fred but I wish you wouldn't use such language," Professor McGonagall said.
"That was hardly language miss, but if you like I have quite a large vocabulary for your selection," Fred said sounding very much like a door-to- door salesmen.
"No thank you Mr Weasley," she said trying not to look too amused. "Now, if I hear of any other acts like this, those responsible will be expelled faster than you can say oddsbodikins," she said focusing on Tabitha and Draco.
"We'll be on our best behaviour Professor, we always are," Tabitha said with a fake smile.
Professor McGonagall looked at Tabitha again before turning around and leaving the dungeons. Tabitha and Draco both went back to sit at the couch they were at earlier. They were closely followed by Harry, Ron and Hermione, who had a few questions they wanted answered. The three of them all sat together on the couch in front of Draco and Tabitha, who this time was on Draco's lap.
"How did you know about that?" Ron said suspiciously.
"What the spider thing?" Tabitha asked as if completely oblivious to what just happened.
"Yes, the spider thing!" Ron snapped back sarcastically.
"I get around," Tabitha said whilst observing her nails.
"In more ways than one I bet." Hermione shot back.
"You really should work on your manners, Granger," Draco said in his usual drawl.
"Shut up Malfoy," Harry said glaring at him.
"Watch that attitude of yours Potter, might get you into trouble," Draco said with a malicious smile.
"I'm surprised we haven't spoken before, after all you have listened in on a conversation of mine before," Tabitha said in mock puzzlement.
"What do you mean? I've only meet you two or three times before," Harry said looking as though his brain was about to explode.
"I speak Parseltongue, Harry," she said with a sly grin.
"You speak Parseltongue?" Harry said a bit surprised and a bit relieved to know he was no longer the only one.
"Have you been in hibernation Potter or are you just naïve!" said Draco.
"Of course, Harry, my father is Voldemort," she said.
"But your not a pure blood wizard either, are you? If I remember rightly Voldemort's father was a muggle," Hermione said rather obnoxiously.
"Yeah, I'm well aware of what my grandfather was but, aren't you forgetting one thing?" Tabitha snapped back, a smirk finding a home on her face.
"What?" Hermione shot back, hatred in her voice.
"I am an heir of the most powerful dark lord ever to live," Tabitha said returning her gaze back to her perfectly manicured nails.
"I'm sure your Dad would disagree with that," said Harry.
Tabitha looked up, a smile creping onto her face.
"Well then, one, of the most powerful dark lords," she said with absolute calm on her face.
"How did you make me think those things before?" Ron seeming to wake up from his trance, said his eyes firmly glued to the floor. Hermione and Harry looked at Ron, not understanding what he was talking about.
"Oh now it gets interesting," Tabitha was smiling, her gaze burning into Harry's retina.
"What do you mean?" Hermione interrupted.
"Well it does have a bit to do with what you said earlier, my not being pure blood," Tabitha drawled sounding very much like Draco.
"Soooo, your telepathic, you can put thoughts in peoples heads," Hermione guessed.
"Close but no cigar, I'm part Veela," Tabitha enjoyed the shocked expressions on the trio's faces.
"Your Veela, and you made me think that stuff before so that I wouldn't know that that spider was on me!" Ron's ears were bright red (sure sign of anger) and his face was so tense with rage he looked as though he might explode. He was standing up now.
"Good boy! You cracked it, now why don't you run to Dumbledore and tell him all about it!" Tabitha said smirking.
"And what, let me guess, you've got Malfoy under your little spell too," Ron spat. Ignoring her last comment.
"No, I don't need any help with that," Draco said, noticeably pulling Tabitha closer to him.
"You guys make me sick, I'm going to bed," Hermione said a look of disgust on her face.
"Goodnight, don't let the bed bugs bite," Tabitha called out to her.
"Don't you mean spiders? That's really what your going to do, isn't it?" Ron said.
"Hey that's a good idea!" Tabitha said a huge grin making it's presence known on her face.
"Come on Harry, let's go," Ron said giving up.
"I'll be there in a minute," Harry called out to Ron as he walked out of sight.
"What's the matter Potter, you want someone to tuck you in?" Malfoy said.
Harry couldn't have been bothered to try and say anything else to them. They were impossible. So he stood up and left but when he was half way to the entrance of the dorm in which he saw Ron enter, he heard something.
Sweet dreams Potter.
"What?" Harry whispered as he looked around for someone but he couldn't see anyone.
Don't worry Potter, I'll be watching over you tonight. See you in your dreams.
"Who are you?" he whispered again. Come on, come on, say something he thought.
You'll find out later. Nighty night.
That's all ladies and gents. Please review, I'll be back in a week or two with a new mouth watering chapter. Love yas all! Sammy xoxo