The Final Breath
Chapter 4: Training Sessions
Disclaimer: I don't own the works of J.K. Rowling. And I never will...sob...
A/N: Okay, Yeah. I know I haven't written in what, two months! Oopsie! There's a good reason. First I had final exams (which a did pretty good on. Brag brag. Lol!) and then there was my 2 week vacation right after exams (lots of fun!) and then all through that time my computer was seriously down w/ a virus! ): It just got back to working (after a month and a half!) and I decided to catch up on the story. I'm really sorry that I haven't been writing and I hope I haven't caused too much of an inconvenience to anyone who was reading. Okie Dokie. Oh, yeah. I forgot. Anyone who wants to know more about Deliteserum and where it comes from, and how Dumbledore didn't know about it, then contact me email style. And thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chappie and thanks to everyone who's gonna review this one! Alrighty, back to the story.
"Hello Draco," he said pleasantly. "I was just discussing a possible plan of a counteroffensive with Harry. Have a seat and we can start the meeting."
Draco looked around the room and reluctantly sat down across from Hermione when he couldn't find a seat...again. She stared fixedly at him, and on either side of her were Ron and Harry, also glaring at the tall, platinum blond young man. Draco looked icily back into Hermione's eyes, trying to burn an imaginary hole through her head. Clearing his throat, Dumbledore hesitated before speaking.
"I've discovered a way for the four of you to be active in the Order," he started. "You'll be infiltrating key areas and collecting information and data that will aid the Order before a counteroffensive is made. It's like spying..." he said, after seeing a quizzical look on Ron's face.
Sounds exactly like the conversation I had with my father, Draco thought.
"Good!" Ron said excitedly. "When do we start?"
"As soon as possible," Dumbledore said. "But before I send you into the field, the four of you," he looked around at the teenagers, "need to learn how to work together. Draco needs to be prepared in the field. You all need to know each other's strengths and weaknesses. Spying is extremely dangerous, and I will not allow any room for error. Team practices will, therefore, start without delay. You will apply your dueling and problem- solving skills in artificial training programs in either groups of two's or four's. The first session begins today at 3:00 and will be conducted by Minerva. Meet down here at that time, and she will take you to the training area."
"So we aren't allowed to fight until we get along with him?" Ron asked, glancing at Draco.
"I'm afraid so Ron," Dumbledore said.
"But...Dumbledore," Harry protested weakly.
"I know it doesn't sound fair, Harry," Dumbledore said patiently. "I know that you've more then proven yourself, but I want all of you to be more than prepared when the end comes. Voldemort is after you, Harry, and now, he'll be after Draco too. I'm not going to throw your lives away just because I put you into combat too early."
Dumbledore looked around at the angry faces and hesitated before he went on.
"And now I'm brought to say something I don't particularly like. I've also decided, that until you've passed you're training...you'll be confined to the house unless accompanied by an adult member of the Order."
Four heads looked up sharply, and disbelief crowded their faces.
"It's for your own safety."
"It's like prison," Harry muttered.
"So...we're stuck here?" Hermione asked incredulously.
"Yeah, Granger," Draco said roughly, feeling anger and annoyance well up inside of him. Who did Dumbledore think he was, keeping him a captive! "He just said it, or can't you understand the big words he used?!"
"Shut up, Malfoy," Ron growled between clenched teeth.
"What are you going to do, Weasley," Draco shot at him. "Beat me up for insulting you're girlfriend?"
"Don't mess with me Malfoy."
"A twit like you is too chicken to do anything."
"I'm gonna pound you..."
"Ron," Hermione said pleadingly, grabbing his sleeve. "Just leave it. I don't care."
"But...Hermione..."
"Just leave it."
Ron grumbled angrily, and shifted in his seat, sending a fiery glare in Draco's direction.
"Ron, Draco," Dumbledore said impatiently, still holding his wand which he had pulled out in case the fighting got ugly. "What a wonderful display of immaturity. You're both out of Hogwarts and petty fighting won't solve anything. I have no room in the Order for bickering and quarreling," he sighed and rubbed his forehead dejectedly. "Why don't you all go to your rooms and rest up before the training session. Lunch will be served in an hour and then we can begin the practice."
Draco stood up quickly and strode furiously up the stairs, followed closely by Hermione, Ron, and Harry. He stomped into his room and slammed his door loudly.
So, I'll be spying for the people I'm spying on, he thought, smirking to himself. This is going to get confusing.
A/N: I know it's not long, don't worry other chappies will be a million pages in length. (: Please RR.