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Chapter Four: Lullock


"That blasted mudblood," Draco sneered as he came across Blaise on his rampage to calm himself down, but it was more than likely to shut himself up. Blaise felt a tug on his stomach from his repressed feeling.

"What has she done this time?" He asked, trying very hard to look nonchalant about it.

Draco looked at him, nonplussed. "I'm not daft, Zabini."

He raised an amused brow. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh please, like I didn't see you leave the Gryffindor's filthy room," he scoffed. "Don't play with me, Zabini."

"I'm not," he replied with indignity.

He knows. Damn.

"I've got to know what that orb contains," Draco fussed. "It kills me not to know."

Then drop dead already.

"Just ask Granger," Blaise shrugged his shoulders. "Its not that complicated to do, Malfoy."

Draco looked at him with narrowed eyes. "It's a big of a deal, Zabini. I can't just waltz right up to her and ask her what it is." Draco imitated Hermione with difficulty.

"Oh, the ferret! Eww… Potty, Weasel, help!"

Blaise didn't move. He simply stared at Draco's back, fighting the urge to grin like crazy. Draco raised a skeptical brow and his interest overtook him. He turned around and saw what he had least expected.

Hermione and the two wankers were looking at him.


"Oh, the ferret! Eww… Potty, Weasel, Help!"

Hermione, Harry, and Ron had been quite shocked to see that Draco was acting in such a childish way. This was normal, but now, that was just freaky.

Hermione saw Blaise fighting the urge to just grin and laugh his head off. A small smile tugged at her lips. He's really cute, in a scary, stoic sort of way.

"Malfoy," Harry grinned. "That was really entertaining."

"Yeah, do it again," Ron laughed.

Draco just glared at them. "Shut up, Weasley."

He looked at Blaise, and with a nod of his head, he went on his way.

Blaise looked at Hermione and then at the other two, who were insignificant in his eyes. He walked off without a word, leaving silence on his wake.

"What was that about?" Harry asked as the Golden Trio walked towards their first class for the day, Transfiguration.

"I don't know, mate," Ron then looked at Hermione, "but I think it's time that we ask our little Hermione what has been happening."

Hermione looked flustered. "W-what about?"

"Like about that glass thing you were holding when we found you," Harry said.

"I – …" She looked back and forth from the two boys. "Well, t-that is to say…"

"Hermione, spill."

"I-its nothing, really." She stuttered. "It's just a normal piece of glass furniture that my mum gave me for Christmas."

Harry pushed on. "Is it ordinary for a glass to keep on sputtering some sort of blue sparks that are similar to Floo?"

"Is it some kind of Pensieve, 'Mione?" Ron asked.

Hermione stared at him, wide eyed. "Ron!" She gasped.

Harry, too confused, stared at Ron's face that was starting to turn a very interesting shade of red.

"What?" Ron questioned innocently.

"You – what…" Hermione sighed, exasperated. "Right, it is."

Ron punched the air, playfully. "Thought so."

Harry glanced at Hermione's direction and thought that he saw relief wash over her face, but it was gone as fast as it came. "So, 'Mione, how did you get that Pensieve?"

Hermione giggled. "Harry, it's not a Pensieve. It's like a Pensieve."

Ron looked adorably confused. "So… what is it really then?"

"It's a Lullock."

"A… Lullock?" Harry asked, quizzically. "What's that?"

"A thought lock. It shows you what you want, and sometimes… what you don't want."

Like what I saw last night.

"Is that all?" Ron said, beginning to sound rather bored.

"Yes, that's all."

Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Well, it's not that interesting anymore, if you hear the explanation."

"Yeah," Ron agreed.

Hermione smiled mysteriously.

It's not that simple, though. It also has its secrets.

"Let's go then," and with that, they went inside the classroom where Professor McGonagall was waiting for them to start her class.


End Note: I would really want to thank each and every one of you but I don't have that much time. Sorry.

Draco: It's always like that… no?

Hermione: Like what?

Draco: Like that… ( points at me typing away with dreamy stare )

Hermione: So…?

Draco: She's going to write bloody murder!