Gray eyes stared across the fog filled room whisking away platinum blonde looks out of the way for a better view, he scanned the Gryffindor side of the potions room.
"He's gone again Blaise." Draco Malfoy hissed his words at his comrade. The light brown headed boy cocked his head at the youngest Malfoy, licking perfectly red lips.
"Why do you care so much Draco? He's been gone for six-"
"Seven." Draco corrected Blaise, as Balise's hand lost grip on what it held so tightly and lovingly before.
"OK, seven days. So what? It's Just Harry Potter." His reply was harsh, and his clear blue eyes burned with unspoken jealousy. Drake's eyes narrowed at the other.
"I don't care..." He spat in defiance.
"I just thought that if he was here, we could give him a little hell..." He lowered his head to his parchment of notes, his hair falling into his face, blocking any unshown emotion. Draco coldly let go of Balise's hand he had held secretly from under the table. The younger boy tried to reach for the frozen hand, but it lied out of his reach. A soft sigh escaped the silence, as he opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a pale hand, the very one he wanted to reach for, shooting into the air.
"Mr. Malfoy?" The potions master, Professor Snape called out.
"Proffesor, excuses my cut in on your instructions, but I need to speak to Hermione Granger outside in the hall way." As the words filled the room, a brown haired bushy head froze.
"What for…?" Snape inquired, suspicion rising and growing steadily.
"An assignment do for Muggle Studies Professor." Draco kept his ground as he spoke. As calm as an only a Malfoy cold be, Draco stood up and walked over to a fuming Weasley, and a speechless, for once, mudblood.
Grabbing Gryffindor robes by the sleeve, the blonde pulled Hermione out of the room without further consent, leaving a stunned and confused room, and even worse, a heart broken Blaise.
"DRACO MALFOY!" Hermione shouted once the wooden doors were shut behind them.
"Wha- Why di- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?" Hermione questioned, ripping away her sleeve from the other's grip.
"Hermione..." She took a step backwards at the use of her birth given name so calmly spoken from the mouth of a Malfoy.
"where is Har-"He paused, scanning her and her emotions before regaining his cool. "
Potter?" Pulling her hair out of her eyes in vein, she glared at the Slytherin.
"What's it to you Malfoy?" She hissed as Draco ran his hand through his already perfect hair, pushing Hermione against the wall, a hand on either side, barley above her shoulders, Draco glared daggers at the helpless Gryffindor in front of him.
"Look, don't try and escape. I'm a seeker, remember? My reflects are easily avoided." Draco bloated, a careless hold over Hermione.
"I want you to tell me, where is Harry Potter?" His tone had changed in his voice. Soothing and soft, almost like velvet, but stung with demand. Hermione's eyes turned black, black as the ink dripping from her quill, still held in her right hand.
"In the common room...." Her words were normal, yet she didn't move. Draco spoke again, same tone soaked in his already ivy voice and arms and eyes still pinning Hermione against the dungeon wall.
"And what's the password to the Gryffindor tower?" Draco asked, already knowing the location.
"Dragon talons." Draco let go after the response, running his hand through his hair again, feeling accomplished.
"Granger." The Slytherin spoke pridfully to the mudblood, as her eyes returned their normal chocolate brown.
"Tell the professor I got sick, and I'm at the hospital wing getting medicine." Hermione went to put up a fight, but was to confused to argue. Slowly, she nodded as she walked back into the Potions class, leaving Draco alone as he turned to go up to the Gryffindor tower.