Potions Classroom
Hermione's Point of View
It was past midnight when I crept down silently to the Potions classroom, consciously looking back to make sure I was not being followed. I started groping in the dark, trying to find my way to the shelves which stood bottles of Potions concoctions……
"And what do you think you are doing, Miss Granger?"
I whirled around in fright, my hand knocking off a bottle from the wooden shelf. The glass shattered into pieces, and broke the eerie silence of the Potions classroom.
"Pro…Professor Snape." I managed to make out his silhouette in the dark.
"I ask you Miss Granger, what are you doing in the Potions classroom, at this hour?" Professor Snape said again, his voice dangerous.
I was frozen. Standing face to face with Snape in the dead of the night can be terrifying. Especially when you are caught unguarded in a dungeon classroom. His black eyes bore mine threateningly.
I composed myself and cleared my throat. "Professor Snape, what a surprise. Are you working late as well?"
"Yes, I am. But I hardly think the same of you. Why are you snooping around?"
That did it. In spite of my gnawing fear, I felt a slight annoyance at the offensive tone of his voice. He sounded as if he was interrogating a criminal. But I am not a student anymore, I am a teacher, just like him. We are equals, I reminded myself.
"Excuse me, Professor Snape. As an Assistant Potions Professor myself, I hardly think that coming to my classroom, even if it was in the middle of the night, qualifies as snooping." I said defensively.
If he felt taken aback by my retort, he showed no sign of it. "What are you doing here?" he said again.
"Looking for potions for tomorrow's class" I replied simply.
"Really? Without any light? That seemed rather feeble, Miss Granger. And not very proper behavior for a teacher, if I may say so. Lumos!"
A glow of light illuminated our silhouettes, and I was staring at Snape's cold, unfeeling eyes.
"The definition of proper is subjective, Professor Snape." I retorted coldly. I was feeling very defensive.
"Indeed." Professor Snape replied. "Well, I guess we should leave it to the Headmaster to decide then."
"By all means." I gestured towards the door. "Be my guest." I added challengingly.
Now he looked slightly taken aback. "The Headmaster approve of this?"
"I approve, since I believe she has a valid reason for snooping around."
Both of us turned around. Professor Dumbledore was standing at the door, his face had a knowing smile and his eyes were twinkling at me.
"Headmaster" acknowledged Snape & I, simultaneously.
Draco's Point of View
I bit on my forefinger and watched the blood trickled down. I slowly trailed my bleeding finger down a tattered cloth that used to be a part of my prison wear.
I am innocent. Draco Malfoy, written before death
I stare as my blood stained the grey cloth. I picked up the cloth and with a shivering hand, crumpled the cloth into my trouser pocket.
That was my last words to the world. I do not think I could ever say to anyone now. I will eventually die alone in this place. So I decided to write it down. In my blood.
I smiled. I suddenly feel happy. There is nothing left for me in life now. For the first time, I am truly at peace.
Author's Note: Hi, I know this is a very short chapter. But I have been suffering from writer's block since I was overwhelmed with study & work. So, since inspiration came today, I decide to just pen it down and update first, as it's been a month since I last update. Some reviews please?