Hey, so sorry to keep you all waiting. It's finally break and I haven't had any spare time lately!
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Potions. The only class Gryffindors are forced to share with the Slytherins and no one else. The one class many Gryffindors hated not only because of the vermin that were set upon them (namely Slytherins), but because their commander was not the usual slimy rat-faced git (namely Malfoy), but the very head of the whole Slytherin house. The one who seemed to spawn the hostile race that took pleasure in tormenting them.
Only one of the Gryffindors seemed to enjoy this class. But then, she enjoyed every class. (With a poor exception to Divination!) She didn't mind the Slytherins, even after what they had done to he. She didn't mind Malfoy, who she insists on calling Draco whenever the namesake is out of earshot. She didn't even mind the teacher, who had been anything but kind towards her in all her years in Hogwarts.
A scream broke through the maimed class, broke through Hermione analytical pondering. It was shrill, definitely belonging to a girl. The volume of it suggested there was some distance between them.
Snape's beak seemed to still and freeze, tilting its way skyward, he glared at the class as if questioning whether to take action of not. As the pupils were scrutinized, Harry was up on his feet ready to act and made his way towards the door.
"Potter. What do you think you're doing? Sit back down!" He barked. "No students are to leave this classroom until I come back."
Striding out of the room, leaving the Head Boy in charge, Draco had an evil grin plastered on his face.
"Who wants to snoop around?" he asked of his Slytherins.
"We can go on an adventure!" Longbottom leapt out of his seat. Everyone turned to stare at him; Neville only felt it right he sit down after the daggers the Slytherins were throwing at him with their eyes.
"Shut up." Draco snapped at him, turning back once more to his own house.
"Malfoy, it's not fair if you get to go!" Harry argued.
"Life's not fair, Potter. You know it." With an all-knowing smirk, Malfoy winked at him. Turning back, once again, Draco swore he heard someone whisper something scandalous about that wink and damn the world for being so closed minded.
"I'll pick say… 3 people to go with me and the rest stay here just in case." Draco decided. Pointing at Blaise and Malcolm, the two obvious ones; Draco's gazed switched from Pansy to Anna and back again. Draco shrugged,
"Did I say 3, I mean 2." Draco amended; the glares of murder Anna and Pansy shot at each other were enough to make him rejoice in house pride.
"We're coming with you!" Harry demanded. The damn weasel pet of Potter was at his heel nodding as if it had caught rabies. And Granger, the filthy….
She looked at him with hope, a smile that should not be gracing her lips when she knew he was breaking a rule. Draco entertained himself with the thought that maybe she made an exception for him. So unlike the Granger he knew to do so. So like Hermione, his Gryffindor princess.
"Whatever, Potter." He never too his eyes off Hermione. How everyone in the room noticed, however, was beyond him.
"What if something goes wrong?" Neville cried just as they about to leave,
"It won't." Draco assured bluntly.
"But what if-" Dean persisted
"Say I'm out for a piss." Draco muttered, eager to get away from these Gryffindors who had no lives. "You two. Take over the lesson." He gestured towards Anna and Pansy.
Finally reaching the scene, though hidden amongst, it was clear what had caused all the commotion. Harry stopped dead, Draco joined him; but the others seemed only moderately concerned about it.
"What do we do?" Professor Sprout was asking Dumbledore.
"Gather all the students from the classes immediately. We may all be in grave danger."
The teachers began to leave, acting upon the Headmaster's order, Draco gulped suddenly; it was his responsibility to be in the class watching over his classmates. What happens if they were really in danger? He should've been there. Someone could've been hurt. Either way, leaving Anna and Pansy in charge was enough to start an atomic bomb. Bugger. Shit. Fuck.
"We have to go now. Quickly. Now you imbeciles, not time to study the brilliant scene before us. No you may not collect samples you book headed wench! Now follow me!" Hermione muttered something darkly back at him, but Harry could see that Draco was truly worried.
"Let's go." Harry said, and all six made to move all at once. Stumbling over themselves, Draco knew right then and there he was about to be sentenced to damnation by Snape. They all landing in a big pile of wriggling mess, each trying to get up and bowling the others down in attempt. What was worse is the bloody Gryffindors might have to go with him. Fuck. Shit. Bugger.
"I am surrounded by idiots!" Draco drawled, making the big lump of 7th years laugh at the unlikely situation. "Arghh! I'm getting as bad as you lot." He grimaced and looked down at them. "Must be the company I keep."
Back to the dungeons where, in Draco's sole opinion, he rightfully belonged. He single filed them into the classroom, making sure all five of them were there and him entering the classroom the very last.
"What's going on?" Anna or Pansy squeaked upon their Lord's return.
"…" Draco had no chance to reply as e heard an all too familiar voice drawl behind him.
"Malfoy, please attempt to excuse why have been sighted out of class?"
Calmly walking back to his usual seat from up the front,
"I was taking a piss." He answered with unnerving serenity.
"Yes." Snape agreed, the Slytherin phrase of agreement thickly coated with sarcasm. "We are to all go to the Great Hall."
"I am regretting to call yet another assembly so soon." Dumbledore began. "But it seems the previous note in our latter assembly was – is – very serious. There have been sightings of certain markings, yes, and we are very aware from which origins they came. Three students have also been reported missing, clearly linking to this. These were three Hufflepuff second year girls. The only link we have on the two abductions are that they were all female and muggle born. I suggest you take special care if you are either or both. From now on, everyone; excluding staff; must be pair whenever and wherever. We have a dire situation among us. We advise you know more than every not to leave school grounds and property."
A soft murmuring began, only to be ceased,
"Prefects and Heads meeting will follow. If you are one of them, please stay. Otherwise, please exit now; you will all be glad to know that they will be patrolling the grounds. Please exit the hall quickly and promptly make your way to resume your next lesson due to begin in exactly five minutes. Lateness will be punished accordingly like usual." Professor McGonagall declared.
"We will be paring you up, like the Headmaster orders and you will perform your duties day as well as night. You will begin immediately. Never wonder form your pairs, and always keep each other in sight. Heads will be paired together for obvious reasons." She looked at them. "You two may begin now. For the rest of you; Ronald Weasley with…"
"Bugger." Draco muttered as he exited the hall with Hermione.
"Where are you going? We should really patrol our posts." Hermione insisted.
"I'm going to the lake. Don't know about you, but it calms me there. I need to think. Besides, it's Thursday." Draco called after her, avoiding any unnecessary eye contact.
"What's that?" Hermione asked, eying the bottle she knew was Fire Whisky. Draco smirked at her – dammit! – and looked in her eyes.
"Want some?" he offered carelessly, looking away from her again towards the calming lake.
Hermione surged with hope, knowing it was wrong, and took some. Draco was finally being… Draco. Not Malfoy.
"Merlin, Granger. How much did you take?" Draco turned back to her to retrieve his bottle.
"Nort vewy muoch." Hermione giggled. She looked at how angelic the sadistic boy looked. Why was he doing this to her?
She felt so light and carefree.
"Granger. What in the wizarding world are you doing?" Draco muttered.
"Fliein'!" she choked out whilst honing around flapping her 'wings' and laughing merrily to herself. Draco chuckled pitiably to himself; Granger drunk was a truly wondrous sight, wishing he could only drown his problems the same way. He looked mournfully at the near empty bottle and back to the intoxicated Head Girl.
Hermione looked at Draco; he was so goddam sexy. She couldn't understand why he ever gelled back his hair.
"Your haaar looks sechxy ungelled." Hermione declared to Draco who was for once tryingt o be decent.
"You're wasted." He beamed at her.
She felt like singing. But all the songs she knew were so… nice.
"Do you know any naughty songs?" She coyly asked the boy who was watching her, smiling, underneath the tree and stumbled closer to him and landed at his feet.
"Merlin's beard." Draco helped her up.
"Don know tha one." She admitted, "How do it gu?"
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Left Eric outta the chappie so many reviewers may refrain from plunging into a muderous fit. More later. Probably.
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