A.N. VERY IMPORTANT, MUST READ: Okay, this is the new version of this chapter, because the first one had its many numerous problems, such as typos (I wrote "wham" instead of "what"!) and it was too short. REVIEW!
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN-THOUGHTS AND LIESFor the next hour, I really didn't pay much attention to the conversation; until it dawned on me…I was in serious danger. I sat in the Gryffindore Common-Room, sunken into one of the big, soft armchairs and staring into the fire. It didn't matter to me that it was bright, and that it would damage my eyesight, or whatever triviality I usually scold Harry or Ron for. Correction. I used to scold Harry and Ron for.
It was about twelve at night when someone came into the Common Room. I was sitting there for a few hours, and my mind was a bit dazed. I didn't hear them in back of me, until he cleared his throat. I jumped a little, before turning around. "Oh god! You scared me!" I exclaimed quietly. It was Harry.
"Since when have you been so jumpy?"
"Not since tonight," I said grimly.
"Why? What happened? If it was that scum-bag Malfoy, I swear I'll-"
I interrupted him. "It wasn't Malfoy, so cool it! He's on our side, thick-head, in case you don't remember."
"He's still a scum-bag."
"Okay, whatever you want. Lets just change the topic altogether. What's going on with – erm – you and Ginny?"
"Well…" he paused. "Things have been the same as usual." What else is there to talk about?
"How' the … you-know-what thing going?" he asked.
"Horrible!"
"Why, 'Mione?" his eyes spoke true concern.
"I can't tell you. That may just kill me…literally."
"I swear to God, I'll kill that stinking ferret with my bear-"
"That won't be necessary! Nothing happened with him. Nothing ever will! Stop threatening to kill him!" Harry just pouted a very (cough…cough) manly pout, which he tried to disguise, to no avail.
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Meanwhile, in a certain Slytherin Common-Room, Draco Malfoy was slouching over, sitting in an armchair. He was sitting next to his best friend from childhood, Blaise Zabini. He was too staring into the fire, not unlike his opposite…Hermione Granger. "Listen, mate. Everyone knows that you have a…thing for the girl! It's no secret. Everyone saw you go off with her at the Dumbledore's-Demise Party. It's not so bad really."
Ha! He thinks that I'm melancholy over the mudblood!
"It's not as if she isn't on our side! She's a Death-Eater, you know, so no one will really object to it. You're parents wouldn't want you to marry her, but that shouldn't really be a thought in your mind. Unless it is, and so I would have to say that you can push your parents about doing anything if it's for 'the benefit of Draco.'"
"It's not about Granger!" the blonde Slytherin exclaimed.
"She's not so bad looking either. I can see why you like her so much. And you said that she's not so bad in bed. Don't get so uptight about-"
Malfoy interrupted him. "IT'S NOT ABOUT GRANGER!" he exclaimed very loudly.
"Oh," Zabini said, beat down and blushing. "My bad!" Malfoy laughed. "If it's not about her, then what is it? Or should I say who is it?"
He laughed again. "It's nothing. I'm just thinking about the coming Holidays. I think that I'll get a new broom, but I'll never really know."
"Okay, well if you're not miserable, I'll just be…erm…going to sleep," said Zabini, not truly believing his best friend's explanation, and getting tired of trying to press it out of him. Malfoy just kept staring at the fire.
At the other side of the common room, a certain Pansy Parkinson sat, watching the two Slytherins, and listening to their funny conversation. Except it wasn't too funny for her. There's something about unrequited love that can drive a girl mad.
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It was Potions class, the first class of the day. I, who was usually so on top of things, was literally on top of things. I almost fell asleep right in the middle of the class. I hadn't gotten a wink of sleep the night before, which obviously disrupted my output in class. Though from across the room, it looked as if Malfoy was having the same problems as me. Obviously the disturbing information received the night before was having the same toll on him as it did on me.
I sat next to Sally-Anne Perks – a rather plain Hufflepuff, but not stupid – who could tell that I wasn't me usual self. She actually looked a bit scared to sit next to me, but I assumed it was my overzealous façade, for want of a better word. So I just ignored it, and tried my best to achieve the perfect sleeping drought. Quite ironic, really. I'm assigned a Sleeping Drought when I'm tired as a … well… whatever gets tired.
Neville was meanwhile failing miserably at the Potion, as usual. He was fumbling all over his work, and I wanted to help him. So I did. I inconspicuously walked over there, and fixed it up for him. I hated to see such a great, brave, loyal person (a.k.a. a Gryffindore) fail Potions.
"If Snape catches you-" he started.
"Don't worry; he won't. Now just try to add it in as slowly as possible, so that you can count the exact amount. If you put in too much of this, the Potion will explode," I explained before walking back to me seat. Unfortunately, both Snape and Parkinson saw me, and that couldn't be good. Parkinson is one of the Death Eaters at Hogwarts.
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"My lord, the mudblood Granger is a traitor to us all. She helps the Gryffindores she pretends to hate," reported the pug-like Pansy Parkinson.
"And what about Draco?" asked Voldemort tonelessly. He gave the impression that he really didn't care, but deep down, he hated it with all that existed of him when one of his ranks abandoned his…cause.
"I…I'm not sure. He didn't seem as happy about the death of Dumbledore as the rest of us. He seems…smitten by the mudblood," said Parkinson, not to happy to badmouth her beloved Draco.
"Are you sure?" There was a pause on the female Death Eater's part. Voldemort threw a quick Crucio towards her, before asking the question once more, in the same toneless yet menacing voice. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, My Lord."
"Good. We have to dispose of the two traitors." Parkinson turned around so that the Dark lord couldn't see her shed a tear for Draco.
A.N- Okay, I know that I said that I would update after New Years (in 2006 YAY!) but I couldn't resist. I was finished so quickly, and why bother making everyone wait? So hopefully I'll get in another chapter before the year is up (although there's only 3 more days left and I have an essay to edit and type and a practice regent to not only start but also finish…grrrrrr) REVIEW!
SingForTheMoment: Well maybe THIS one will be worth waiting for…hmmmmm. And thanks, this website really helps me practice writing.