Disclaimer: Forgot it the first time in all the excitement. Everything belongs to J.K. Rowling and Co. I own the plot, one main character and some random ones thrown in courtesy of EQ friends.
And onward...... Chapter 2
Draco Malfoy was pissed off. Not only had his favorite robes been singed, his potions essay, one of the few he actually did, was missing.
"Crabbe! Goyle! Where did you put my potions essay? I told you that you could read it. I didn't say you could keep it!"
Crabbe looked at him stupidly trying to comprehend all the big words Malfoy was using. Goyle didn't even look up from his stash of chocolate frogs.
"Great. Not only am I forced to live in close quarters with these two I also have to disappoint Sev again. Not to mention missing breakfast." Draco mumbled while he sauntered out of the common room and into the hallway.
"Talking to your self is the first sign of insanity." Draco whirled around trying to find the source of the luxurious voice. The corridor was empty.
Up in the Great Hall the talk had all but ceased as the students detached themselves from the tables. Some of them were having more difficulty than others.
"Come on Ron! We are going to be late for Potions!" Hermoine begged while trying to pull Ron away from his seat. "Harry, help me." Harry got up and wrapped his arms around Ron.
"Come darling, if you are not willing to go to Potions class we have things to do up in the dorm." He whispered seductively. The sound of Harry's voice right next to his ear in that kind of tone had Ron dashing to the dungeons.
"You would think by now he would realize that he isn't your type." Hermoine chuckled. "I love the look on his face when you do that."
The candles in the Great Hall flickered. Harry and Hermoine looked around since neither of them felt a wind that would cause the candles to move.
"Weird." whispered Harry.
"Do you think we should tell the Headmaster?"
"No." He replied. "It was probably just a gust of wind too high for us to feel."
Together they trudged down to the dungeons both with an uneasy feeling that, somehow, they were being watched.