Ron jumped out of his seat, sending Hermione to the floor. "What?" He hollered. "Why would someone do that?"
Harry grunted. He could think of several people who'd jump at the chance to poison his drink.
"Calm down, all of you!" Hermione demanded, picking herself up off the floor. "We don't even know if Ginny's right." She stalked over to the tea kettle, drawing her wand. She pointed it at the kettle and after a moment of thought, murmured, "Elixum revelio." A small flash of green light surrounded the teakettle, lingering there for a few moments before fading away. "It's clean." She stated.
"great," Harry stood, brushing himself off, "We're back to square one. Everyone look around for anything unusual."
The other three nodded and together they began scouring the room. Minutes passed in akward silence before Ginny squealed happily, "Got it!"
Harry, Ron, and Hermione hurried over to the spot where Ginny stood, examining a mirror. The glass ahd condensation covering it, and a broken glass bottle lay on the floor beneath it. The group turned to face hermione expectantly.
"They… boiled it? Ingenious." Hermione shook her head slowly, then again drew her wand, aiming it at the mirror. "Just to double check," she explained, "Elixum revelio." The condensation glowed blood red.
Ron pursed his lips, examining the scene. "I bet… They made drought of the living dead, boiled it, caught the vapors in that bottle, then chucked it in here. It broke against the mirror and filled the room, putting us to sleep." This drew snorts of laughter from Ginny, who commented on how clever her older sibling was.
Hermione glared at her, and pondered aloud, "Yeah, but who's they, and why?
"Who knows? Slytherin obviously… Can't we work on this in the morning?" Harry covered a yawn lazily with one hand.
Hermione tilted her head to the side. "I think it is morning…" She glanced at Ginny's wrist, bearing a watch. "Ginny, what's the time?"
Ginny looked at her wrist and gasped. "Harry! My bracelet!"
"Remind me again why we did this?" A young man, tall and handsome, sat in Slytherin's common room, passing a tiny silver bracelet back and forth between his hands idly.
"Zabini, you moron, how many times must I explain it? I like seeing the Weasel girl squirm."
Blaise Zabini snickered, "Only because she liked seeing you squirm. As a ferret… Or, rather, bounce."
Draco Malfoy glared at his companion, steel grey eyes cold. "Idiot."
"It's true."
"…So what if it is? I told you never to bring up that event."
Blaise smirked, shrugging one shoulder. "I take orders from noone." He grabbed a sheet of parchment and began composing a note.
Well, there's chapter two. I've still got one more chapter written, which I'll upload as soon as I type it up. After that, I might be a bit slower since I need to write the rest of the story still. Please review!