Thanx melodicmoonstar89 for your review. I was in a really bad mood but for some reason your review made me laugh, I think it was the first line of it. Well it put in a better mood so I decided I would write chapter 8 sooner; so here it is! Oh, and yes once-dan-radcliffe-obsessed-one I am happy u finally reviewed (took u long enough)
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything, except Dani, Taylor, and the plot
Chapter 8: …and Consequences
Dani's POV:
Ok, I'll admit, I freaked. We both went quickly and quietly back to the common room. When we got there I headed straight to bed. When I reached the room I changed and laid down. Ok, calm down. Everything's going to be fine. At least, that's what I tried to tell myself. Not that I believed a word of it. I rolled over and closed my eyes to go to sleep. Why not? It's not like I could do anything else right then, could I? No, I couldn't, might as well try and get some sleep, right? The next thing I knew I was sitting up and breathing and sweating as though I'd just run a mile. I tried to catch my breath and slowly laid back down and looked at the clock; it said it was two in the morning. What was that all about? I closed my eyes and tried to think about what I'd just seen: a bunch of people—all wearing black robes—surrounding three people in the center and lots of fire. What could mean? I thought about this until I fell asleep about an hour later.
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Snape's POV:
"You saw WHAT!" I shouted at Draco.
"I saw," Draco half panted, it appeared he had run all straight here from the library, "Dani kissing Harry."
I walked over to my desk and sat down. I looked at Draco, who looked very proud of himself.
"Shouldn't we write to the Dark Lord?" Draco asked.
"What? Oh, yes, of course." I said handing Draco some parchment and a quill. I got out another quill and on some scrap parchment wrote a short letter to Dumbledore. Draco had finished his letter and handed it to me, I looked over it and signed it under his signature.
"Go to the owlery and send this now." I said, Draco, after all, was a prefect and wouldn't get in trouble for being out so late. He took the letter and left. I turned and looked at the fire. Why does she have to be so much like her mother? She's been her only a month and already has boys chasing after her.
Just like her mother.
If I hadn't decided to be a Death Eater her mother may still be alive and we'd still be together. Danielle and Taylor might even be my kids. If only I'd listened to Lucinda, then maybe we wouldn't be in this situation.
That's not true. The Dark Lord would still be after Danielle and he'd still know what had happened tonight because of Malfoy.
I sighed and closed my eyes. Will I ever get used to this?
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Voldemort's POV:
I read and reread the letter several times. I crumpled it up and threw it into the fire. This is not how my plan was supposed to go. Why does Potter have to get in the way of everything?
"Wormtail!" I shouted.
"Y-Y-yes, M-master?" he stammered.
"Potter has gotten in the way of my plan, again! Now the girl is practically useless!" I bellowed at Wormtail, mainly just to relieve myself. "Crucio!"
I listened to Wormtail scream in pain. When I felt that I was in control of my anger I released him.
"Now we must think, Wormtail, how are we going to solve this problem?"
"W-W-we can still u-use her against the boy, c-can't w-we? He t-trusts her, d-doesn't he?" Wormtail panted.
"Ah, yes, perhaps you're right…" I said and smiled.
"The plan might still work."
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Dani's POV:
When I woke up the next morning at about ten, I made no effort to get out of bed. Instead I laid there in my black T-shirt and dark red sweat pants. I closed my eyes. Taylor is going to be so pissed. Not pissed because of what happened just pissed 'cause he's the brother; and he just loves to play the "big brother" role. This is what always happens. I felt something heavy sit beside me on my bed. I opened eyes and sat up.
"Morning, Hermione," I said.
"Morning…um—" she started.
"You know, don't you?" I asked.
"Me and rest of the school," she said and gave me a helpless look. I groaned.
"Stuff travels fast hear."
"Obviously," I said and sighed.
"How do you feel?" she asked.
I shrugged, "I don't know. I think I'm mostly worried about Snape's reaction."
"What about, well, your dad's?"
"That reaction is kinda predictable, don't you think?"
She nodded. She seemed nervous about something because she kept twisting her hands.
"What's the matter?" I asked, I swear I don't read people's minds often so this was a valid question.
"Well, er, Taylor wants to talk to you," she said helplessly.
"Surprise, surprise," I muttered. "Well I'll talk to him when I feel like showing my face to rest of the world."
Hermione continued to look nervously at me.
"There can't be more bad news, can there?" I asked, dreading the answer.
"Unfortunately, yes," she said, "Harry thinks you're mad at him and Taylor wants to talk to you now."
I was startled by this, which would explain why I said what I said next. "What? Of course I'm not mad at Harry and Taylor's—" I stopped in mid-sentence. "What did you say about Taylor?"
"Well, don't get mad," Hermione said, "but he kind of had me sneak him in."
"Sneak him in?"
"He's standing outside—and he's invisible."
"Great, this day's getting better by the minute," I said, sarcastically, getting out of and walking over to the window.
"Do you want me to tell him to come in?" she asked timidly.
"Might as well," I said exasperatedly. The next thing I knew Taylor was standing by the door, looking very, very mad.
Oh boy, brace yourself, I thought.
"What," he started the lecture, "do you think you were doing!"
"Taylor, try and relax. I'm a big girl, I can take—"
"Don't even try to tell me you can take care of yourself. Do you even realize you got caught!" he said. Ok, he was way madder than I've ever seen him. He probably would've shouted too, if he wasn't in a girls' dormitory that is.
"Why are you acting like this is such a big deal? It's not like I haven't kissed boys before."
"True, that may be, but have you forgotten who this boy is?"
"No, I have not forgotten."
"And do you realize that not only our lives are in danger from our father but his is too!"
He had me there. I realized this, of course, but it sounded more…serious, I guess, when he said it out loud.
"Yes, but, hey, look at the bright side at least he knows pretty much what to expect from our so-called father."
"So-called?"
"Well, think about it. We may be biologically related to him but he has never actually acted like a father, has he?"
"Well, no but—"
"But nothing. Taylor I appreciate that you, at least, care enough to come in here and try to "talk" some sense into me. I really do, but I haven't even discussed with Harry, yet, about what happened.So before you say or do anything else, please, please, let me figure out what happened first, andbefore," I said now looking him in the eyes, "you decide to knock someone's brains out, ok?"
"Fine," he sighed. "I just don't want to see you get hurt, you know?"
"Yes, I know," I said giving him a hug, "and that is one of the many reasons I'm glad you're my brother." I pulled away and said, "Now turn yourself invisible and go before you get in trouble for not only being in a girls' dormitory but being a different house's girls' dormitory."
He smiled and disappeared. The next thing I knew the door was opening and shutting on its own. I got dressed—purple shirt and jeans—and headed downstairs. I couldn't waste rest of the day, could I? No, and besides I had a few of people I still needed to talk to—Harry, Snape, and um let's think, Malfoy. Malfoy was wrong. I was not going to be dead anytime soon, oh no. Malfoy, on the other hand, might be in the near future.
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Harry's POV:
(This is still the night before.)
I walked in and went over to the fire and sat by Ron and Hermione. It appeared that Lavender had gone to bed.
"What's wrong with you, mate?" Ron asked.
I looked at him and told him what had just happened. When I finished he was laughing.
"How was it?" he asked through his laughter.
"Good, I guess. Why are you laughing?"
"Taylor's gonna kill you."
"I figured that."
"And don't forget Snape and her dad."
"Shit! If Taylor doesn't kill me Snape will! And Voldemort's already set on killing me so that doesn't matter."
"Maybe not," said Hermione this was the first time she's spoken upon hearing about the kiss.
"What?" Ron and I asked at the same time.
"Snape and Taylor might notkill you," she said, "if they think she's happy." she said.
"Whatever, I'm going to bed." I said and headed up to the boys' dormitory.
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Dani's POV:
Now don't get me wrong. I did not go up and start cursing Malfoy like there was no tomorrow. Not saying that I didn't want to, I did, but that was not the way to handle this. When I was in elementary school if we wanted to get back at someone, without them finding out it was you, we would write things on the bathroom wall. And why not? Don't girls love gossip? Of course we do. So that's what I did; I wrote: Malfoy is a homo, on the bathroom wall.
Now all the girls would see it and my plan would work. See everyone who saw it would tell someone else and when everyone knew I could write anonymous love notes to him pretending to be guy. It's not like a lot of people would care, I mean, Malfoy was not exactly popular with the other three houses. So this little rumor would serve to embarrass—and probably annoy—Malfoy, while everyone else got a good laugh out of it. And, hey, who knows, it could be true, couldn't it?
So with that taken care of I left to go to Snape's office. Two down two to go. I still hadn't talked to Harry—and I felt guilty for not talking to him, I did. I really, really did. But the thing was I still didn't know what I was gonna say to him. I hadn't minded it—and I guess I liked him. I know, I'm horrible, I know I shouldn't leave him in the dark for so long but, hey, let me just say that talking to Snape is going to be just as hard because—let's just face the facts—he hates, I mean really hates Harry. If I had to rank what the hardest and easiest part of my day was going to be, it would be ranked like this:
Talking to Taylor: 5
Malfoy issue: 2
Talking to Snape: 9
Talking to Harry: 9-9.5
As I was walking to Snape's office I noticed I was being stared at. When I looked up they averted their gaze but continued to whisper. It is going to be a long day. Did I say day? I meant week, a very long week. Did I ever mention I hate school? I do, and for this exact reason. Oh, well, they'll soon be focusing on Draco and his little secret, won't they? Ok, ok, the little secret that I made up for him. I know that's just stooping to his level, I know, ok? So sue me, already.
I reached Snape's office and knocked. Here we go again, I thought. No one answered. I knocked again; still no answer. I guess I don't have to talk to him. I turned to leave and then I heard his voice.
"Enter."
"Damn," I muttered. I opened the door and walked in. I thought Snape would be mad, I really did, but guess what? He wasn't and if he was he doing a good job at hiding it.
"Taylor," Snape said without looking at me, "has already told me what you told him this morning. So unless you have already talked to Mr. Potter I don't think you have anything new to tell me."
"Um…you'd be correct, nothing new," I said hastily. I really wanted to get out of here and fast. Snape obviously didn't notice this since he continued to talk.
"You must know that the Dark Lord knows about what happened last night." He paused before continuing. I sat down; this is gonna take awhile. Why do I always get the lectures?
"Yes, I know. Now can I go? I have other…things I need to do." I said tentatively.
Snape looked annoyed when I said this so I sighed and didn't say anything else.
"Fine, I'll get right to the point then. Did you have a vision when he found out?"
"No, I didn't" I said. Snape looked disappointed and gave a frustrated sigh.
"All right you may go."
I stood up and left. I know I lied, so what? I didn't even know what it meant. Why would I tell someone else? Another thing I don't usually do is tell people about my visions, especially visions that I hadn't figured out yet. I probably should've told someone about this one, I should've but I didn't. Is that why I had such a funny feeling in my stomach?
I decided to go sit by the lake. I was colder then yesterday and not a lot of people were outside. I sat by the lake for awhile then I got up and walked around. I walked to the quidditch pitch and down to the edge of the forest and back to the lake. I knew what I was doing: I was stalling. I still had no idea what I was going to say to Harry and it was what? Noon? I am a horrible person, ok? I know I'm not being fair but I didn't want to say something I'd regret saying. So isn't better that I stalled until I knew what I was going to say? Apparently not, since at that exact moment Harry sat down next to me.
"Hi" he said.
"Oh, hi" I said.
"So, er, are you mad at me?" he asked.
I tried to speak but my voice was caught in my throat. What was going on?
"No, I'm not mad" I said. There I found my voice. "I just wasn't sure what I was going to say to you."
"And that would be?"
"That…I do not regret what happened, ya know, last night" I said. There I said it. I'll admit, I felt a whole lot better finally saying it too.
He smiled. I guess that was good, right? Apparently so, since the next thing I knew I was kissing him again. And you know what the best part was? No Malfoy, or anyone for that matter, saw or interrupted.
Now I would love to say that the week went on smoothly, but I'd be lying. If people weren't whispering behind my back about me and Harry, then I was trying to ignore nasty little comments from the Slytherins. However, my little rumor about Malfoy got around fast and took a lot of attention of me and Harry. Although I was still having the same vision every night for the next two weeks and I was really starting to get annoyed with it too. It kept waking me up in the middle of the night and adding way too much extra stress to my life. I think the reason it annoyed me so much was that I couldn't figure out what it meant—and usually I could figure out what my visions meant—and I was starting to get worried.
Finally! This chapter took me 4 day to write! Ok, I'll be going out of town all of next week so chapter nine won't be up for awhile cuz I won't have any computer access! If you aren't sad I am cuz I hate not having access to a computer. Oh, well, I promise I'll write chapter nine by hand and then type it up when I get back. Ok well I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Don't forget to review!