Chapter Thirteen
Family Connections?
I had almost forgotten the arrangement between Malfoy and I about the Quidditch that weekend. I persuaded Madame Pomfrey to let me back to sleep in my dormitory. I insisted that I was fine, the worst injury was a scratch, which had disappeared. Kerry was anxious to see me, asking in hushed tones about what had happened. I showed her my broomstick and she had to cover her mouth to stop herself exclaiming so that the whole dormitory could hear.
The following morning was sunny. We dressed in anticipation of the match, and hurried down to breakfast in the great hall. Malfoy sat down beside me and gave a smile. In the back of my head was the warning Snape had told me as we had flown over Hogsmeade. Oh well, I could have some fun without telling him anything couldn't I?
"Morning Draco." I greeted, this time pouring him the orange juice.
"Have you been ill? You said you'd tell me if you could come, but you weren't around all day."
"Yes, Madame Pomfrey wanted to keep an eye on me after my fever earlier this week. She's so fussy." Kerry gave an encouraging smile from the other side of the table.
"Where's Crabbe and Goyle?" I asked.
"I put sleeping draught in their cocoa." Malfoy smiled evilly.
"What an excellent way to get rid of them." I told him.
"Just enough to make them sleep through well into the game." I exchanged a glance with Kerry, who was starting to laugh, no doubt thinking of the two fifth year's faces when they woke up and realised.
"Probably take them until the end of the match to realise." I laughed. As I laughed I heard a voice in my ear.
"Miss Amethyst, do you mind stepping outside the hall for two minutes?" Snape had bent to speak into my ear. I jumped at his voice, knocking into Malfoy, which sent his orange juice flying. Snape pointed to the glass, and the liquid and the glass froze in mid air.
"Yes Professor." I said, standing up, taking the glass from where it was suspended, and collecting the suspended orange juice. Snape stopped pointing, and I returned the glass of orange juice to Malfoy.
"Thanks." Malfoy said quietly, watching me follow Snape.
"What can I do for you Professor?" I asked, as soon as we were alone the other side of the doors.
"More of a return of a favour to me." Snape told me. My brain gave a mental sigh. Everyone was stuck on favours at the moment!
"I've got to referee the match this morning. Only thing is…" Snape brought out his hand again. I gasped.
"What happened?!" I asked. I was staring at the same injury I'd examined not so long ago.
"That morning, after I spoke to your mother." He sounded suspicious. "Did you reverse something?" I shook my head. I thought back, and remembered hearing the word 'sister'.
"What was my mother's maiden name?" I asked. Snape glared at me.
"I don't remember." He spat. I narrowed my eyes.
"If you don't tell me, I won't see if I can solve your hand, and you'll lose the fingers." Snape's eyes flashed dangerously. I stood my ground.
"Your mother's maiden name is my name." My eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Right…" I said quietly. I took his hand and tried to concentrate. I placed my hand over the top and saw the same effect. The hand was healed.
"What if it changes back in the game Professor?" I asked.
"You'll know." He told me, shouldering his broom, and making his way in the direction of the pitch. I turned back and re-entered the hall. I sat down again next to Malfoy.
"What did Snape want?" He asked.
"I'm not too sure…" I told him, thinking it through in my own mind. Another question, and no answer to it.