It has been a long time since I last updated this story- sorry for that. I will try to post more frequently from now on. I also apologise for all the mistakes upfront, English is not my first language so there are bound to be some. Please, let me know what you think of the story so far!
Chapter five
Next morning, Draco was awoken by Crabbe and Goyle's muffled talk and the cracking of the bedroom door when they left the room. Draco changed out of the robes he fell asleep in and put on what he usually wore on a school day; dark trousers, a white shirt, unbuttoned at the top and a dark green tie, loosely tied around his neck. He picked up his brown leather bag and headed toward the Great hall.
He ate his buttered toast with jam silently, pretending to listen to the Crabbe and Goyle's heated discussion of whatever moronic thing they were currently arguing about. Pantsy sat a few seats away- he caught her somewhat angry gaze a few times. He knew he would have to make it up to her if he wanted to keep her around, but he wasn't worried much yet.
He waited for the copy of his timetable, which landed neatly in front of him after the plates have disappeared. Snape didn't bother to check it with each student individually like other heads of houses did, so Draco was once again one of the first students to leave the Hall. He noticed he had a lot of free period between classes, which he decided would be best to spend thinking about his plan.
After two weeks or so Draco noticed he shared three classes with the Granger girl. The Potions, the Defence against the dark arts and Herbology all of which were also attended by Potter and Weasley. They went everywhere together. They walked together around the school, they ate together, they spent their free periods on the grounds together. Draco often saw them through the windows, sitting on the grass by the lake, Potter and Weasley talking to each other and her with her nose in the book. They were inseparable.
But there was something that put these worries out of his head, at least for an hour or so. Quidditch. Their first training lesson was on the Friday evening, two weeks after the school has started. Draco left the Castle with Crabbe, Goyle and Zabini, who were also on the Slytherin team. Urguhart, who was their captain, spoke for a while about this year's strategy and then finally, they mounted the brooms and flew up in the air.
It was the best feeling there was, thought Draco, as his Nimbus 2001 swished around, a strong wind ruffling his blond hair. Once he was up in the air, all his worries seemed to be left on the ground. There, there was no mission. No plan. No prospect of a punishment if he failed.
But this sudden feeling of freedom soon faded when he was leaving the pitch after practice and a younger looking slytherin caught up with him.
"What?" Draco snapped at him and continued walking. The boy gave him a note and disappeared. It was from professor Snape, an appointment to meet him after practice that day in his dungeon classroom. Draco sighed, annoyed. He saw this coming.
He walked back to the castle with his team, then departed and headed to professor Snape's office. He knocked and stepped in. It was a dark, dingy room and the only source of light were high candles, casting long and ominous shadows on the stone walls. The former potions master was sitting behind an old wooden desk and scribbling something on a piece of parchment.
"Sit," he said shortly and Draco obliged.
Professor Snape definitely looked happier than usual these days. He prowled the castle floors with an expression on his face that could have been matched by that of a cat that had just hunted a big fat mouse. But of course he was pleased with himself. He finally got a job he had always wanted and with it a definite proof of Dumbledore's unwavering trust in him. Furthermore, after the unfortunate fiasco at the Ministry, his father and aunt Bella had been knocked down, making Snape the Dark lord's favourite and most trusted follower. For now.
"So?" said Snape, putting down his quill, boaring his gaze into Draco.
Draco felt a sudden urge to reply: so what, but thought better of it and remained silent.
"What is your plan?"
"I have found a way to transport her from Hogwarts, " Draco said after a few moments. He could not refuse to answer, but he didn't want to reveal his plan either. "I just have to repair something. Shouldn't take long."
"Good," said Snape, but his eyes narrowed slightly.
"And what is the situation with miss Granger?"
Draco shrugged. "We share three classes. She spends her time with Potter and Weasley. That's it for now."
"That's it?" said Snape. "Do you mean to tell me that you have been here for two weeks and this is all you have come up with?"
Draco felt a twinge of annoyance.
"Have you made contact yet?"
"No."
"Do you think this is a game?" snapped Snape, his voice rising though still under control. "Do you think she will go willingly? Because I can tell you now you cannot overpower her. Do you think you will gain her trust? Trust of a girl that has been running around with Potter for six years?"
"No," said Draco again, rather stupidly.
"Good. Because you won't."
"It's not my fault that I haven't made contact yet, given that she spends every damn second with those two idiots."
Snape smiled a smile that did not reach his cold, black eyes.
"Then find a way to separate them."
