Authors Note: ARGH yes I know, I'm a horrible author for taking so long to update !! I'm so sorry =X
I fled from the detention as soon as it was over. Malfoy and I had not spoken at all in the two hours we were in the same room together, and my emotions were all over the place. By the time I got to my dorm, I was more than happy to just collapse on my bed fully clothed and fall straight to sleep.
I soon found myself opening my eyes again, and was horrified to find that I was back in the corridor once again, looking through the crack in the door. I had thought my nightmares were over. Apparently not.
Gingerly, I pressed my eye against the crack in the door. Inside the room were about a dozen figures all hooded and cloaked, I couldn't identify any of them. I could hear hushed voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Finally, one voice raised above the others.
"There is a girl. We can use this to our advantage."
I shivered when I recognized the voice. It was Wilder.
"A girl? His age?" I didn't recognize that voice.
"Yes. She told the Ministry where to find him, last time."
I felt as though somebody was slowly pouring cold water down my spine. Were they talking about ME?
"How did she know?" Another voice I didn't know.
"Apparently she had a vision in her sleep," Wilder growled.
My stomach lurched. They WERE talking about me.
"So ... can you do it?"
"Pettigrew can sneak into the grounds and take a hair or a fingernail belonging to this girl. Then a simple polyjuice potion and he'll follow us wherever we take him."
I felt like I was going to be sick. Wilder was going to use a polyjuice potion to impersonate me, to get Malfoy to follow him. Was that how he had gotten in the first time? Peter Pettigrew could easily slip in unnoticed, after all, and take somebody's fallen hair or fingernail ...
My thoughts were interrupted when Wilder shed his hood. He looked around the room a couple of times, and I could have sworn his eyes settled on me. He glared for a moment, and I held my breath. Soon, he looked away, and then the death eaters filed out of the room.
That morning, I felt I could barely open my eyes. I had been tossing and turning all night, unable to come to a conclusion about what to do with the information my dream had given me. Malfoy was mad at me, so going to him didn't hold much appeal. He'd probably get even more mad at me if I told Dumbledore or somebody before I told him. I was at a loss.
Worst of all, the first lesson that morning was potions. I wasn't sure if Malfoy was expected to sit with me again, and had no idea what I was supposed to do if he did.
I barely touched my breakfast, even though I knew I needed it. I wasn't hungry. All I wanted was to go back up to my dorm, curl up under the covers, and sleep for a week.
As I walked into the potions dungeon with Harry and Ron, my stomach did a flip-flop at the sight of Malfoy sitting in the seat next to where I usually sat. I paused, wondering what would happen if I just sat in somebody else's seat for one lesson.
"Take your seat next to Mr Malfoy, Granger, he won't bite," Snape sneered at me.
I felt my cheeks redden as the Slytherin side of the room started laughing. The Gryffindors all gave me sympathetic looks as I took my seat next to Malfoy. He didn't look at me, or in any way acknowledge that I was there.
The first ten minutes of the lesson were fine, Snape wrote up the ingredients for the potion we were making, and lectured us on safety procedures. We were going to make a fairly complicated potion commonly used to treat dragon bites. Unfortunately, a few simple ingredients out of place could mean that the potion would cause the patient to suffer from severe twitching of the treated limb for up to six hours. I felt a surge of pity for Neville, who flinched visibly upon hearing this.
Finally, Snape signaled for us to begin. I stood up to collect the ingredients, and ignored Malfoy. We worked in silence for most of the lesson, until I noticed he was about to add the wrong ingredient.
"Stop!"
"What?" He looked irritably at me, his hand hovering above the cauldron.
"You're supposed to add the grass shoots AFTER the frogs blood," I said, and pointed at the vial of blood next to his elbow.
He rolled his eyes at me, but did what I asked. We worked silently for a few minutes until he was ready to add the next ingredient. With his hand hovering above the cauldron once again, he looked at me and quirked an eyebrow.
"Can I add the roots now, your majesty?"
I looked up, and meant to glare at him. Somehow, however, the look on his face made me smile. He had one pale eyebrow up and was sporting his playful smirk. His hair was sticking up a little, and I guessed he must have just run his hand through it. I tried to hide my smile, and looked away quickly. I had every reason to be absolutely furious with him, how could I even think about smiling at him?
"Yep. That's right. Then the-"
"Powdered salamander scales. I know."
"Right." I said, quietly.
Making the potion was reminding me horribly of the time that Harry, Ron and I had made a polyjuice potion in our second year. Polyjuice potion. I had a few vivid flashbacks to my dream of the night before, and after a while decided it was probably best to tell Malfoy about it after all.
"Malfoy?"
He looked up, and I instinctively looked away from him.
"Yeah?" I was surprised how gentle his voice sounded. I swallowed.
"I had another-"
"Miss Granger!"
I jumped. I hadn't noticed that Snape was standing right behind me, and from the look on Malfoy's face I could tell he hadn't either.
"Yes, Professor?"
"This is not the class for social chit-chat. Five points from Gryffindor, and don't make me double it."
I stared at him in horror. Malfoy had been talking, too, and he knew it. I knew Snape was unreasonable but that was ridiculous.
"Sorry, Professor," I said, coldly, and Snape sneered at me.
Fearing that I would lose more points for Gryffindor, I didn't speak for the rest of the lesson. Malfoy seemed to accept this, and just before the end of the class he slipped a note into my robe pocket.
I fled from the detention as soon as it was over. Malfoy and I had not spoken at all in the two hours we were in the same room together, and my emotions were all over the place. By the time I got to my dorm, I was more than happy to just collapse on my bed fully clothed and fall straight to sleep.
I soon found myself opening my eyes again, and was horrified to find that I was back in the corridor once again, looking through the crack in the door. I had thought my nightmares were over. Apparently not.
Gingerly, I pressed my eye against the crack in the door. Inside the room were about a dozen figures all hooded and cloaked, I couldn't identify any of them. I could hear hushed voices, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Finally, one voice raised above the others.
"There is a girl. We can use this to our advantage."
I shivered when I recognized the voice. It was Wilder.
"A girl? His age?" I didn't recognize that voice.
"Yes. She told the Ministry where to find him, last time."
I felt as though somebody was slowly pouring cold water down my spine. Were they talking about ME?
"How did she know?" Another voice I didn't know.
"Apparently she had a vision in her sleep," Wilder growled.
My stomach lurched. They WERE talking about me.
"So ... can you do it?"
"Pettigrew can sneak into the grounds and take a hair or a fingernail belonging to this girl. Then a simple polyjuice potion and he'll follow us wherever we take him."
I felt like I was going to be sick. Wilder was going to use a polyjuice potion to impersonate me, to get Malfoy to follow him. Was that how he had gotten in the first time? Peter Pettigrew could easily slip in unnoticed, after all, and take somebody's fallen hair or fingernail ...
My thoughts were interrupted when Wilder shed his hood. He looked around the room a couple of times, and I could have sworn his eyes settled on me. He glared for a moment, and I held my breath. Soon, he looked away, and then the death eaters filed out of the room.
That morning, I felt I could barely open my eyes. I had been tossing and turning all night, unable to come to a conclusion about what to do with the information my dream had given me. Malfoy was mad at me, so going to him didn't hold much appeal. He'd probably get even more mad at me if I told Dumbledore or somebody before I told him. I was at a loss.
Worst of all, the first lesson that morning was potions. I wasn't sure if Malfoy was expected to sit with me again, and had no idea what I was supposed to do if he did.
I barely touched my breakfast, even though I knew I needed it. I wasn't hungry. All I wanted was to go back up to my dorm, curl up under the covers, and sleep for a week.
As I walked into the potions dungeon with Harry and Ron, my stomach did a flip-flop at the sight of Malfoy sitting in the seat next to where I usually sat. I paused, wondering what would happen if I just sat in somebody else's seat for one lesson.
"Take your seat next to Mr Malfoy, Granger, he won't bite," Snape sneered at me.
I felt my cheeks redden as the Slytherin side of the room started laughing. The Gryffindors all gave me sympathetic looks as I took my seat next to Malfoy. He didn't look at me, or in any way acknowledge that I was there.
The first ten minutes of the lesson were fine, Snape wrote up the ingredients for the potion we were making, and lectured us on safety procedures. We were going to make a fairly complicated potion commonly used to treat dragon bites. Unfortunately, a few simple ingredients out of place could mean that the potion would cause the patient to suffer from severe twitching of the treated limb for up to six hours. I felt a surge of pity for Neville, who flinched visibly upon hearing this.
Finally, Snape signaled for us to begin. I stood up to collect the ingredients, and ignored Malfoy. We worked in silence for most of the lesson, until I noticed he was about to add the wrong ingredient.
"Stop!"
"What?" He looked irritably at me, his hand hovering above the cauldron.
"You're supposed to add the grass shoots AFTER the frogs blood," I said, and pointed at the vial of blood next to his elbow.
He rolled his eyes at me, but did what I asked. We worked silently for a few minutes until he was ready to add the next ingredient. With his hand hovering above the cauldron once again, he looked at me and quirked an eyebrow.
"Can I add the roots now, your majesty?"
I looked up, and meant to glare at him. Somehow, however, the look on his face made me smile. He had one pale eyebrow up and was sporting his playful smirk. His hair was sticking up a little, and I guessed he must have just run his hand through it. I tried to hide my smile, and looked away quickly. I had every reason to be absolutely furious with him, how could I even think about smiling at him?
"Yep. That's right. Then the-"
"Powdered salamander scales. I know."
"Right." I said, quietly.
Making the potion was reminding me horribly of the time that Harry, Ron and I had made a polyjuice potion in our second year. Polyjuice potion. I had a few vivid flashbacks to my dream of the night before, and after a while decided it was probably best to tell Malfoy about it after all.
"Malfoy?"
He looked up, and I instinctively looked away from him.
"Yeah?" I was surprised how gentle his voice sounded. I swallowed.
"I had another-"
"Miss Granger!"
I jumped. I hadn't noticed that Snape was standing right behind me, and from the look on Malfoy's face I could tell he hadn't either.
"Yes, Professor?"
"This is not the class for social chit-chat. Five points from Gryffindor, and don't make me double it."
I stared at him in horror. Malfoy had been talking, too, and he knew it. I knew Snape was unreasonable but that was ridiculous.
"Sorry, Professor," I said, coldly, and Snape sneered at me.
Fearing that I would lose more points for Gryffindor, I didn't speak for the rest of the lesson. Malfoy seemed to accept this, and just before the end of the class he slipped a note into my robe pocket.