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Chapter 7
It was in divination that Harry saw Draco again. He looked very, very annoyed…
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That stupid bitch. Draco fumed silently. Why did she have to go and ruin everything? I had a nice system; I would need some release, someone would give it to me. The system is as plain and simple as a mud blood. But no, she had to take offence to the brush-off, she had to beat up Pansy, she had to create a bloody army against me! For Fuck's sake! This is not on! It's lucky that Blaise has a talented tongue. He looks like a girl from above, if only he ceased bloody moaning. The things I have to put up with to stay happy!
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Harry watched as Draco looked for a seat, and was about to sit down near the wall when a loud clucking sound came from Trelawney as she pointed to the board. On it was a sign; "All students must sit next to their partners in their transfiguration project. This includes you, Mr Malfoy!" Draco scowled, but went to sit next to Harry in a large plush sofa without a word. The tension lifted in the room.
"Well, now that Mr Malfoy has joined us, we may begin. We are going to do a particular reading today. It is to see the inner animal in you." She glared at the few Gryffindors who sniggered, Ron included. Draco looked at them disparagingly, can you say, 'immature'? Trelawney continued, "I do not expect you all to get results for this, it is an advanced task, and not many are gifted with the Sight."
The circle of Gryffindors erupted in laughter again, as Seamus whispered to Ron, "Well, She certainly hasn't!"
"Will you desist? Concentration is the key, you must look into your partner's soul, look though the window of their eyes… the animal is lurking there." She paused for dramatic effect. "Write down your findings in your project folder. Begin!"
Draco turned to Harry smirking, "Potter, if you see any death omens in my eyes, do not neglect to run to your precious headmaster." Harry glared, Trelawney's exploits with predicting his death were a school joke; there was even a phrase erupting in Hufflepuff, 'Trelawney is right about Harry' which was their equivalent to 'pigs might fly' which, come to think of it, is easy, with a little wingardium leviosa spell. Harry thought idly. The Slytherins, however, put it down to their divination teacher being into necrophilia. The Ravenclaws had no time to gossip about their teachers, so they had no say in the matter.
So far Harry had survived her forecasts of his demise, not that that deterred her. She waltzed up to them.
"No, no, no! How can you work like this? The inner eye must be seen face to face!"
The boys were confused; they had been facing each other. What more does the old bat want? Hermione, obviously annoyed that she had to take this class again for this project, turned to them and snapped irritably, "She means directed, Harry!" she muttered a spell, and suddenly, his vision became really blurred.
"What have you done to me?" cried Harry perplexed.
"Oh, Honestly!" Hermione pulled the tattered glasses off Harry's face. His sight became clear. "I performed that spell you have been objecting to for so long, to correct your eyesight! You're welcome" she turned back to her partner. Harry turned sheepishly back to Draco, and then burst out laughing. Draco had picked up the discarded glasses and placed them on his own face.
"You must really be blind, Potter! How on Earth do you plat Quidditch in these?" he took off the glasses and tossed them to Harry, who caught them, and put them reverently into his pocket. Draco stared at Harry with mock scrutiny. "Right, Inner Being… Show yourself!"
"Yeah, like that's gonna work, Malfoy."
"Shut up, I'm being intimidating here!"
"Well, my inner self is laughing his arse off at you."
"Quiet! Your blasphemy is disrupting the aura of the room!" Trelawney glared at them, "Concentrate!" She flounced off. Harry looked at Draco, amused by the teacher's antics. To his surprise, Draco was gazing into his eyes, with a vacant expression on his face.
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Draco stared at something glinting just past the emerald ring of Harry's iris. Something was moving in the depths of his pupil, if it was his pupil anymore… no, the fumes of this room are getting to me, they can't be legal! Draco thought hazily. He was being drawn into a dark forest, and there were creatures writhing in the shadows. They looked like salamanders. But they live in flames! "Good Point, Draco" a voice whispered in his head, with a cold malice. "I am not a salamander, do you see any legs?" I can't define anything! "You're looking at my carpet of minions, look up, and face the true Lord. Look up." And he did. Draco saw a large snake, tail stretching into the distance. But the face of the snake was different, it had deep red eyes, and his mouth was contorted into a vile smirk. Draco would recognise that expression anywhere; those eyes… he was staring at Voldemort…
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