Draco Malfoy rose early in the morning, absurdly excited for what lay ahead. Somehow, it seemed like everything looked... just a little different from before. He wasn't quite sure why, or really how - saturation, perhaps? **
He didn't expect Potter to be early, but Draco served himself a full breakfast anyway, his behavior all the more proper for not having Goyle and Crabbe to be compared to - this early in the morning, they were still abed. As was most of the school, Draco supposed. Snape ate this early, and occasionally Flitwick, but even if Sprout got up this early, she'd be busy watering in the greenhouses.*** Ah, there was Percy Weasley, and three early-bird Ravenclaws, living up to their house's sigil.
Draco was nearly through breakfast, and plotting a quick review of all his homework, before he saw a slip of paper discretely slid onto his place. Eleven o' clock. * My office was all it said. Snape never needed to say more.
Draco quickly reviewed what he'd done, recently and not so recently, that someone might have decided to tattle to the Professor about. Surprisingly, his slate seemed ... clean. He had been... rather busy, hadn't he? Too busy for pranks, or dares, or other nonsense that Professor Snape hated. Such a relieving thought did nothing to clear Draco's mind. He frowned, and he kept frowning.
No real reason just invited thoughts of fabrications, deceptions and twistings of the truth. And Draco could see them all dancing in front of him, like wisps of smoke. It was eight and a half, Draco thought, I have two and a half hours to figure out who's out to get me.
*Placement of note on Draco's place at the table.
**Lookitup. Hue Saturation Value.
***Draco knows.
[a/n: And we're off into Slytherin Fun! Draco's reaction to Snape's note kinda surprised me, so apologies if it takes me a bit of time to come up with his schemes. They'll be labyrinthine. But if you've been reading any of my other works, that shouldn't surprise you.
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