Rain

By: Who Else? Me

Chapter Eight

Beautiful Obsessions

Dorothy just stared at her Potion's notes and tried very, very hard to ignore the whispers going around about her. She scribbled something busily on her parchment as Draco gazed upon her. This whole Intermediate Potion's was a little harder than she'd expected but since she'd gotten an O on her Potion's O.W.L. she was forced to take it.

Draco gazed at her from his table which was directly behind her. She was chewing on the end of her quill in thought and she looked frustrated. Hermione, her partner, was staring cautiously at the dark-haired teenage girl as if she was a bomb about to explode. He finished off his paper, rolled his up, and stuck it in his bag before Pansy made yet another attempt to redirect his attention onto her.

"Did you hear, Draco? I heard that, that Agel girl tried to kill Potter in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class," but just as she stopped saying that she new it was not the correct choice of words.

"Really!?" Draco looked at her, suddenly fascinated with what Pansy had to say. This new, though, seemed also to increase his interest in Dorothy.

"This class has ended," said Snape, clutching an hourglass in his hands.

As all the class left, a Slytherin girl bumped into Dorothy and made her drop her quill. When almost all of the class had left she knelt down to pick it up but just as her fingers landed on it a foot pinned her fingers to the floor, crushing them. When Dorothy looked up, she was staring into the face of Pansy Parkinson, a girl whom hadn't stopped staring evilly at her since she'd come.

"Ouch...that kind of hurts—"

"You stay away from Draco! He's mine," she growled, twisting her foot harder against Dorothy's hand. "If I catch you doing anything not class related with him, I put a curse on you! Got it?"

"Pansy? What are you doing?" came Draco's voice as he stepped back into the Potion's class. The Slytherin girl pulled her foot back just in time so that Draco didn't see her torture.

"Me? Oh I was just talking with Dorothy. Right, Dorothy?" Pansy looked down threateningly and Dorothy nodded in agreement.

"Well, come on. It's almost time for dinner." Pansy left with Draco and Dorothy hurriedly picked up her stuff and sped out of the Potion's classroom.

Finding that she didn't want to have to deal with the gossipers anymore, she didn't go to the Great Hall but to the hospital wing instead. When she entered she didn't anyone at first but as she walked farther into the room she saw Harry sitting up in a hospital wing bed, talking quietly to Professor Dumbledor. When Harry's attention was drawn to the girl standing a few feet away, the headmaster stopped speaking and looked over his shoulder. He smiled and beckoned the girl forward.

"Ah, Ms. Agel," he said cheerfully, "we were just discussing the incident in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. Please, come over here and sit and talk with us."

Dorothy didn't hesitate on that command and strode forward immediately. She said, quickly, "I'm sorry! I-I don't know what happened, but I think it was my fault!"

"Don't be silly, Dorothy," replied Dumbledor and he cleared his throat to explain. "I believe you've heard this already, but I'm going to use it to explain what happened this morning.

"Harry has a very odd connection with Voldemort," again, Dorothy's eyes only flashed when she heard this name, "and he can sometimes see all that Harry sees. When The Dark Lord feels a strong emotion, Harry gets a very sharp pain in his forehead where his scar is. Now, I'm not completely sure why, but when Voldemort saw your Patronus, the special one that you have, he either became angry or shocked. It is why he felt that way that interests me but I haven't the slightest clue. Maybe you, like Harry, are interesting to him and this new form of Patronus is something that he wishes to obtain. Whatever the reason, you should be cautious in who you chose your friends with."

For that moment, Dorothy knew that Dumbledor meant Draco. But why Draco!? Maybe it has something to do with his father being a Death Eater... It was so confusing. She looked down at her hands and then looked sadly back up at the headmaster.

"I understand...I will...be careful," she didn't sound wholehearted but...she would have to try.

"Harry's already told all those who come to visit him that he is sick with a Magical Flu and is being treated, so you needn't worry about rumors any more but, maybe we should deal with our eavesdropping friend by the door." Dumbledor clearly meant Draco, for when she looked up, she saw the Slytherin boy standing perfectly still in the doorway of the hospital wing. He didn't look as if he had heard anything important because his face was puzzled and confused but he turned around and walked away. "I mean what I say about choosing your friends, one wrong move could mean the end of countless live Ms. Agel..." He suddenly became cheerful again and stood up. "Well, I am famished. I hope you will join me for dinner shortly, Dorothy. Good night Harry."

Dorothy turned to walk away but before she did she said, for all who might be listening, "Good night, Harry. I hope you recover from your Flu." And with that she was gone, stepping lightly down the corridor, her mind racing with questions.

A/N: I know it wasn't exactly like the spoiler but sometimes when your writing you just tend to take different turns. R&R! BTW, if you've been trying to contact me through email, you've been failing, 'cause I am currently without one I just use my former one as a login. I don't have much to say right now. I'm hungry. Ciao.

WEM