The next day, the staff of Hogwarts faced a challenge greater than finding the chamber of secrets. For when Snape found what was going on, he was greatly irritated. He would turn his back from the class, and there would suddenly be a loud sea of clicking. When he turned again, the class was quietly taking notes. Being Snape, he took to sitting and glaring at the class as much as he possibly could; waiting for someone to make the mistake of taking out whatever it was.
Harry Potter, sitting awkwardly with Ron Weasley were quiet and under the dark gaze of their professor Severus Snape. Harry looked at Ron thoughtfully for a moment, opening his mouth to speak then closing it again.
"What is it Harry? You've been acting weirder than usual today." Ron asked quietly. He was worried about his friend who seemed gloomier than ever. Harry looked away, to be more precise; across the room. Hermione and Malfoy were also taking notes, but speaking quietly once in a while.
"What do you think they're talking about?" Harry said distantly, almost jealously. Ron who also glanced over looked at Hermione somewhat bittersweetly. Hermione, his other best friend was also troubled. And they still hadn't figured anything out between them. They couldn't blame the new students, for things were strange as it was. Figuring it was the best time to ask, he rested a hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Harry, don't you think it's time we cleared up what happened on the night when I saw you kiss Hermione?" he said, though his mind was crowded with other problems. For some reason this topic was simple to Ron, and anything simple was comforting. Harry looked back at Ron, and his shoulders dropped.
"I don't know what's going on, Ron. I honestly don't. I don't know how I feel about Hermione anymore. It's like we're not even best friends. I scare her sometimes. She doesn't say it, but I can see it in her eyes. I wish we could just forget everything that's happened and go back to the way things were." Harry said, placing a hand over his forehead wearily.
"Then would you let me have her?" Ron asked boldly, his eyes shining true.
"You're kidding." Harry said, disbelieving. He looked at his close friend, the storm in his mind expanding at that moment.
"Would you, Harry?" Ron asked again, making it clear he was serious.
"Malfoy, what did you do to Maya?" Hermione asked, looking at him from the corner of her eyes.
"Nothing of interest to you, Granger." He said, smiling to himself. Hermione had noticed a change in Malfoy. It was once for the better, she had begun to think that he had human feelings. But now it was as if he had reverted to his normal self. She squeazed her quill a little, releasing the irritation.
"I want to know what you did to that poor girl." She said, looking down.
"Do you?" Malfoy said, looking at her with something dark in his eyes. "Are you sure? Once you've gone so far you can't turn back. And in your case, you can never tell your darling Potter the truth about any of it because he'd be upset." She felt the guilt weigh more heavily on her at that moment.
"I just want to know. Tell me." She said, feeling the sheer weight of it on her shoulders. She covered her attitude quickly, her wit coming to her aide. "I want to know how a ferret like you pulled it off." She looked mischevious and curious. He had to comply.
"Well how else do you think my mother became what she is today?" he asked. As an after thought, he added: "To be engaged to a Malfoy is to be a Malfoy." The feelings inside of Hermione dropped. Through her mind flitted the image of Maya as what she once was, bright, happy and sensitive. In her mind she saw the present Maya walking away into shadows of grey where Mrs. Malfoy awaited listlessly. Hermione slammed her fist on the table, standing up. As much as she wanted Harry, this was intolerable! This was wrong, and she should have known it. She was glaring angrily down at the cold Malfoy without saying a word. When he smiled coldly and mouthed: "She's mine.", Hermione felt rage build inside her. She was about to say something when a voice interrupted.
"Ms. Granger, is there a problem?" Snape asked, his attention caught by the brunette's feisty display. He shook his head to himself when she responded: "No sir." He took out the seating plan from a desk drawer, and when he heard the pens clicking again his hand shook from irritation. For a moment his eye twitched before he took on an eerie calm.
"Well just in case, let's switch you around; shall we?" he said, glancing around the room thoughtfully. He'd show those little twerps.
Demiarez Black was leaning against the wall of the deserted corridors with a considerably bulky cape around her. Cho approached, returning from the bathroom.
"What are you doing, Demiarez?" she asked quietly. Demiarez smirked, and opened her cape, showing a multitude of pens.
"Want to buy a pen?" she said sleekly. Cho paused for a moment. Then she tried to justify it: These were good for writing with. Cho blushed heavily as she slowly nodded.
"How much are they?" she asked, her heart beating quickly at the thought of buying something that was so under wraps. Demiarez didn't help as she laid a cool finger on Cho's flushed cheek. She smiled, her dark eyes peering into Cho's.
"For you sweety, I'll only ask to see you for butterbeers tonight in Hogsmeade. Alone, just the two of us." She said, embarrassing Cho further. And just like any other time, her better judgement would back off when speaking to Demiarez.
"O-okay…".
A/N
… I have written this on March 24, for the record. But the site is down right now so I'll have to post it ether at ten tonight or tomorrow morning. All of you should thank "The World is Not Enough" from James Bond for this chapter because I now declare it Draco's new theme song. Hehe.
Falron- Sorry about the shortness of the last chapter, it took me a while to store this all up in my head. Honestly, that's how this entire story was made. The ideas slowly store themselves in my head and become a story. Ofcourse I have a skeleton written out so I know where it's going but all the meat comes from my head.
Armadia- Yeah, I've updated now so you can stop hunting me down . She comes out of bushes, making review mobs wonder why they hadn't checked there first. Thank you Ralph of Lord of The Flies!
