Chapter 3

Wow, it's been awhile! This chapter jumps right into the scene with Umbridge being a *insert specific word that you wish to use* and telling the students that Voldemort isn't back. Also, does anyone know what Draco was doing during that scene because he looked like he was looking at the floor for a little while in the shot before Umbridge came in…? Anyways, go read! Go, do it! Come on, I know you want to ;)

Draco POV

I ignore the paper bird flying around the room and place my bag on the floor before sitting up. The Gryffindor with the Irish accent hits at the paper and catches its wing. It circles around to where Crabbe uses a sling shot to hit it and actually manages to hit its wing.

Maybe he's not as useless as I thought.

I start to lean forward to rest my head on the desk as I didn't get much sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I kept seeing rainbow glinting from that doe's eyes. I normally don't sleep well at night because of nightmares, but to have a doe be the reason I'm up late at night? There was just something familiar about her eyes and I couldn't place my finger on it.

The girl I noticed at the Welcome Back ceremony was also stuck in my mind, but that made more sense. She smirked back at me and wasn't intimidated at all. A girl not falling for my charms should have made me more unsettled than a doe's eyes and the feel of her fur against my hand, yet those green eyes…

I see the bird catching on fire in my peripheral vision. I turn my head and watch Umbridge walk past the last row of seats while she starts her lesson. I catch green eyes as we follow Umbridge's movements and she sends a smirk at me before looking away. Who was this alluring witch?

I lean over towards Pansy sitting next to me and ask quietly as I gesture at the brunette two rows to our left. She glances over and sneers at her before responding.

"You mean Griffin?" She scoffs. "That's Diggory's half-sister. From what I hear, she's kind of a loner. No one really knows anything about her. I think she might be a Ravenclaw." She stops talking when she notices I'm still staring her down trying to catch her eye again.

Her eyes are a bright green. I just need to see them again to figure out why they look familiar.

This thought is interrupted by Pansy leaning into my view of the mystery green eyed Ravenclaw. I lean back so I'm not as close to her face and let out a huff.

"Yes, Parkinson?" I ask with irritation dripping from my tone.

"Why are you so obsessed with Griffin?" I scoff and reply while slowly tuning back into class now that I realize Potter and Umbridge are arguing about something.

"I'm not. Was just curious."

"Now let me make this quite plain," Umbridge says. "You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie."

"It's not a lie. I saw him. I fought him!"

Yes, unfortunately you did Potter. Caused a lot of trouble for my father, you slimy git.

"Detention, Mr. Potter!" Yep, this is my year. Maybe this pink atrocity isn't so bad after all.

"So according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord?"

"Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident." It clicks in my head that I now know he had a half-sister. I look over at her and can tell from her face that Umbridge is not the most trustworthy source. Griffin's hands clench on the top of her desk to the point where I know, from personal experience, her fingernails will leave a mark. I look up at her face and see a glimpse of…rainbow?

Did her eyes just…?

"It was murder! Voldemort killed him; you must know that!"

"ENOUGH!" My head snaps forward to look at what is happening in the front of the classroom. "Enough. See me later, Mr. Potter. My office."

She lets out a horrid giggle and smiles at the class. After a few seconds of awkwardly staring around at the class, I risk a glance at Griffin and see her hands have relaxed a little, but she still looks ready to murder. She somehow senses me looking at her and gives me a glance for a few seconds. It wasn't long enough to get a read on her emotions, but it was long enough to see those green eyes again.

Where have I seen you before?

The class stands and starts to file out so I break my glance long enough to bend down and quickly grab my bag, but by the time I look up again, all I see is a flash of brown hair quickly moving through the door. I stand and quicken my pace to shove past people earning myself a reprieve from Parkinson who is yelling that horrid nickname at me. I block her screech out and focus on the fact that the mysterious Ravenclaw I'm chasing after flashed rainbow in her eyes like the doe.

What was the chance of her eyes doing the same thing as the doe's? I need answers.

I see her quickly turn around a corner and push my body into a jog to get to her. All I see when I turn the corner is a long, empty hallway. I was only a few seconds behind her. How could she have gotten so far in such a short time? After searching the hallways for a minute, I realize she is somehow long gone by now. It'll have to wait until the next time I see her in the Great Hall. I let out a frustrated huff and make my way back to the Slytherin Common Room for the night to wait for dinner.

I lean back against the door to the Room of Requirement and try to breath. That atrocious woman saying Cedric's murder was an accident set me off and I could feel my Animagus stir inside of me. Looking down at my hands, I see the half crescent moons start to heal themselves. I look around the room and see an open field with large tree with lots of shade under the low reaching branches. I take a deep breath through my nose and smell the trees, flowers, water, and him. I can smell him running past the door trying to find where I went. He smells of pine, cologne, and impatience?

My eyes flash rainbow and I can feel my Animagus fighting to come out. I could fight it and gain control, but the emotions of Cedric's death are becoming too much for me again. My Animagus wants to comfort me in its warmth of minimal thought aside from survival. Once my hooves hit the soft grass, I let out a sigh and prance towards the tree before laying under its branches that hide me from the rest of the room. Closing my eyes, I try to calm my frantic heart as I can still smell him pacing outside.

Cedric's death was not an accident. I saw what he did to him.

The last thing I hear before I close my eyes is silence. He's standing right outside.