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The Voice of Reason

Chapter Seven: Hopeless Battle

Draco's Point of View

I followed closely behind Snape and tried to ignore the little voice that told me to turn around. "Is there something wrong, Mr. Malfoy?" my professor asked me.

"Should there be, sir?" I questioned, thankful that his back was to the crowd of Dragon Bloods... and Potter.

What did she see in Potter, anyway? "Well," I noticed Snape try to catch my eye. I looked back at him, realizing how distracted I was. "You seem distracted. Also, you seemed to have given Miss. Granger a scare when you apologized to her. Not that I'm complaining of course, I just doubt that you have anyone to talk to these days."

It doesn't seem fair. I spend a fair amount of time with her, trying to be nice to her, and Potter flashes a smile and she's all over him. Not literally I guess. "I'm distracted because Potter seems to get whatever he wants," I quickly reminded myself to stop thinking aloud.

"What was that?" Snape asked. "Has Potter done something to you?"

A sick smile stretched across my face. I wished there was a synonym for face that started with a 's'. I could have gotten Potter into all kinds of trouble. I could have said he was torturing me, or someone else. Snape would have given him a detention just as fast as I'd turn my back on him. For some reason, I didn't. "No," I said. "He didn't. I'm sorry, sir. It's just that I haven't gotten much sleep over this whole Dragon Blood thing..." I began to watch Christine talk to Harry. I quickly thought of all the things going wrong in their conversation. "Although, I'm sure you're not getting a lot of sleep either."

"What do you mean, Mr. Malfoy?" I could tell he was very angry with me.

"Sorry sir," I said. "I forgot my place."

I felt like bowing, but, of course, I didn't. I watched his black eyes roll at me. I noticed a sudden wind of warmth blow between Snape and I. He looked at me, obviously feeling it as well. My eyes rose into the sky. It seemed like hours watching the eerie smoke-coloured clouds. Neither Snape nor I spoke. He knew something was wrong, as did I. Two great black wings sliced through the clouds. I stepped back, feeling fear crawl through my legs. My first thought was of Christine. Where was she? Was she safe? She noticed nothing as she walked towards me. I noticed more than nothing though. I ran towards her and tackled her down, pushing her close towards the ground. The dragon swooped overhead, as I predicted. Even though it couldn't reach us, it still started a fire on the school. I lifted my head to watch the flames lick at the window. I couldn't see where Professor Snape was. I couldn't really see much of anything. Smoke began to sting my eyes and if it wasn't for the fact that I could feel Christine in my arms, I would have doubted that she stayed there. "Draco," her voice seemed to make a pathway through the dreaded smoke.

"Still here," I coughed.

"Good," her arms were now tightly around me. "Why did it go after me?"

"I don't know," I desperately tried to find out where the dragon was. "I really don't know."

I heard the wind speed up from around us. The fierce black dragon would be swooping down on us once more. I sat up with Christine close to me, ready to defend her against anything. I didn't need to though, as another pair of arms went around us. His thick black cape surrounded us, as if something like that would protect us. Romana was right though. He did smell good. "It's fireproof," he whispered harshly to us.

I heard the dragon's flame tear through the grass and then hit Snape. His teeth clenched and his face was lowered. It was easy to tell that he was in pain. The pressure would have hurt, but at least he couldn't feel the burn. Before it could have hit us overhead, which would have hit us, it stopped. Snape sighed and stood up. We stood up with him, since I think he was leaning on us. A creature, a female creature had flown up into the sky to battle the dragon. I couldn't tell if she was winning or loosing. The dragon had both size and strength, while she seemed to have nothing. She was small, human-sized. It took me a moment of watching, but she resembled Scythe. Large wings that were made of fire sprouted from her back and a tail that was also made of fire was attached to a lower region of her body. Her skin was a pale orange and her hair was a bright red and the curls were a lot longer than before. I remembered Scythe as mellow, but this creature was fierce and attacked a beast much larger than her. She dodged the monster's hands with an artistic ease. Snape, on the other hand, was not artistic and did not dodge anything with ease. The dragon picked him up and used him to try to hit Scythe. If it hadn't been so terrible, it would have been rather humorous. Moments later, Snape fell to the ground, conscious, but furious. His wand was broken, which left him defenceless. It would have been pointless anyway, since dragons were immune to magic. Scythe, distracted by Snape's obvious pain and misery, didn't dodge a more dangerous part of the dragon. Her arm got trapped inside of the dragon's mouth. She struggled for a while, but eventually she escaped. With only one arm, she attempted once more to take on the beast. I watched the blood drip from her on and splattered on the grass below. Christine and I were nowhere near, but Snape was. I wasn't sure if it had hit him, but it could have. The dragon swatted at her, and caused her to fall to the ground. Snape, being the swift gentlemen he is, missed and let her hit the ground below, hard. Snape took off his cloak and wrapped it around her. He motioned for us to follow him and we obediently followed. The dragon strutted off, victorious, to turn the school into ash. "At least I'm wearing clothes this time," Christine smiled at me.

I smiled back as I took a breath of the smoke-filled air. "Where do you think we're going?" I asked, hoping that Snape would hear me.

He held tightly onto the woman in his arms. "Forbidden forest," he said, not looking at anyone.

I took a peak at the person that he held close to him. "Why in there?" Christine asked, ready to test his patience.

Scythe's skin was still rather red and ashes covered her nude body. I looked away quickly. At least I discovered why Snape wrapped her up so quickly. "Maybe the Dragon'll know it's forbidden," I said, so no one would notice that I had seen the teacher.

"Don't be stupid, Mr. Malfoy," Snape said, playing teacher.

"Is this really a good idea?" Christine asked. "You're wandless and we don't even know what's in there."

"I know what's in there," Snape said. "And I realize I don't have my wand, sadly I have to count on you two. Do either of you have your wands?"

Christine looked at me. "Both of us do," she said, reading my mind.

"That really boosts my confidence in you two," he said.

Snape led the way, even though he was defenceless. He seemed to know where he was going. I followed behind Christine keeping an eye behind us. I swore I heard footsteps, but Snape was too busy complaining to hear me. "So a dragon attacks the school, the woman who despises me is unconscious in my arms, I'm disarmed and I'm stuck with two students who probably couldn't attack anything to save their lives. Which may actually come up," was his beginning.

"Draco," Christine whispered to me.

"Yes?" I acknowledged her quietly.

"Thanks," she said. "I don't know why it was after me, but I know it would have had me if it wasn't for you."

I would have given a nice response, but Snape cut me off. "Oh fantastic. I'm stuck with lovebirds. I mine as well be stuck with Harry Potter and his wonderful friends. It's not like I'm going to have any dignity left after this."

"You have a naked woman in your arms. Why are you complaining?" I asked.

He didn't look at me, but I could tell his face was turning red. His voice lowered, as if he was ashamed of what he was going to say. "She abhors me."

"For those of us who don't have a large vocabulary?" Christine asked.

"She despises me," Snape said, stopping at what seemed to be a cave.

"Despise?" I watched a somewhat evil smirk form on her face. She was obviously just pushing his buttons.

"HATE!" Snape's voice echoed through the forest. "Hate," he repeated, much quieter than the time before.

There was an awkward silence as he glared at Christine and I. I looked around, to avoid his blank gaze. "Where are we?" I finally asked.

I heard a twig break from a small distance away. "I used to come here," Snape said, pointing to a large rock on the entrance. "Do you think you could push the rock for me? Unless you want to hold onto Miss. Scythe."

Miss? He doesn't refer to her as a professor? I pushed the rock, easily, from the entrance. I think it was there for camouflage, not protection. "What're you going to do with her?" Christine asked, following him into the cave.

I followed behind them and moved the rock to cover the entrance slightly. "I'm going to have my way with her," he said. He set Scythe down carefully to keep her covered and started to unbutton his top. I felt my jaw drop. Snape's black eyes rolled. "I'm going to try to help her. It will be difficult since I don't have a wand."

He continued to unbutton his shirt. "You have a gazillion buttons on your shirt. Why on earth are you taking it off?" Christine asked.

"To put pressure on her wound," he said.

"Wound?" she obviously hadn't seen the dragon eat her arm. I was probably in her view though.

"When she was fighting with the dragon," I said.

I noticed concern in Christine's dark eyes, which I doubted she'd actually have for a teacher. "I have a bajillion layers of clothing on," she once more made up an impossible number. "Use my shirt."

She took off once of her shirts, but obviously nothing could be seen. Snape took it from her and began to press the cloth against Scythe's gushing wound. My stomach churned and I looked away. "She's lost a lot of blood," Snape said.

Christine turned her head the entrance, drawing out her wand. I did the same, ready to back her up and protect her.