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Italics – thoughts
"..." – speaking
Chapter 8... In danger
Iris kept looking around five in five seconds, "'k, this is getting weird. We were supposed to get here first, but it's five minutes left for classes to start..."
"And I suppose you want to do a dent on the floor, right?" Blaise Zabini, a friend of Draco's, watched in amusement as she paced back and forth.
"And you want a punch in the face, right Zabini?" even if her boyfriend was friends with the guy, there's no way she'd go with his attitude. She just didn't. Who needs enemies when you have house-mates?
"Anyone saw Ten?" the two Slytherin's turned to look at the Boy-Who-Lived. "I haven't seen her yet."
"Nope." The black haired Chaser shook his head, "Koltchak was asking the same thing. I was sorry to disappoint her by saying that no one knew where her girlfriend was."
The witch quickly smacked him, "Grr... No, Potter. I dunno. She should be here by now."
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The older teen slowly approached her, chuckling to himself, "So young, so pure, so.. innocent. But not for much longer."
The heiress was watching him and searching for a way out at the same time. No.. This won't end like this! I'm saving myself for someone special, and that won't change!
"Special, you say?" a devious smirk adorned his lips as he discarded his cloak and jumper, "It's not a Slytherin for sure. And since you like challenges and stepping the line, I'd say you're in love with a Gryffindor. Which, as you know, is a forbidden relationship since you're in Slytherin."
"And my supposed rapist is giving me a lecture... That's a new one."
The smirk was gone in the blink of an eye, his dark eyes narrowing, "Fine. Have it your way." Holding out a hand, palm up, his fingers beckoned her to come closer. Gasping, she realized he was capable of wandless magic. Her unwilling body moved to stand right next to his. "This could be easier, you know. Quick and practically painless."
This time, it was her own eyes which narrowed, "Fuck you!" she was still struggling, even if she knew her body wouldn't budge. But she wouldn't give him the pleasure.
He just chuckled at her attempts. "Save your breath." Snapping his fingers, her cloak fell at her feet with a quiet swoosh.
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The students made way to let Professor McGonagall pass. She nodded at the handle of the door to her classroom and instantly a soft 'click' was heard, as it swung open. They entered.
Ron looked back at his friend, "You going to stand there all day? You know how McGonagall is, Harry."
Green eyes didn't turn away from looking to the dark corridor at their right, "Yeah, sure... You go ahead, I'll see if I can find her. Perhaps she forgot how late it already is."
"Just don't take long!" the redhead sighed, "We've already lost enough house points with Snape, no need to lose more with our own Head of House!"
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The back of his fingers caressed her cheek gently, a false sense of tenderness. She turned away from him; loathe shining in her normally bright blue eyes.
Mathew, the name of the boy, was bare from the waist up. Her own jumper, which normally was wrapped around her hips, lay carelessly on the ground, along with her tie. The white button up shirt had half of the buttons undone.
After fighting off the spell he had cast, without meaning to, Ten had backed up to a wall. He slowly lifted his hands, placing them on each side of her, giving her no chance to escape. He had her wand, and since she was feeling nervous, she couldn't invoke the concentration needed to either use wandless magic, or contact Iris mentally. Still, she wouldn't give in to him.
"Waiting for someone to save you?"
"You could say that. But if no one comes... You may be stronger and bigger than me, but either way, you won't have your way with me without a fight."
"Quite a spirit you have.. Makes me remember your friend, Koltchak. Whatever Lucius tried to do to her, she wouldn't budge, wouldn't give in. Shame we didn't have the time to break her.. Because your stupid grandfather just puts his nose in everyone's business and ruins everything." He suddenly grinned, "To save the great Harry Potter and wonder Iris Koltchak he might have succeeded, but not in saving his own granddaughter... How inconsiderate of him."
"Shut up and let me go!" ducking under his arm, the girl managed to take a few steps, until his arms wrapped around her small waist. Moving to the nearest desk of the room, Mathew got a tight hold of her wrists before making her bend over the desk. She grimaced as her hips knocked harshly against the wooden edge of the bureau. "Will you just get over it or will you keep stalling?"
"Don't you worry about that. I'll make sure to be quick."
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Heading down the hall, Harry saw that a few feet ahead, the torches were out. Quirking an eyebrow at the fact, he moved over and muttered an incantation. The corridor lightened up, looking less threatening.
Shaking his head, he turned back around, I'm starting to get paranoid or something. As he was walking to go back to class, he stepped onto something. Looking down, he saw an opened baby blue back pack. Its contents were spread all over the floor. The three items which were farther away were three black quills. All of them pointing to the same direction: a door to an old, seemingly empty classroom.
Coincidence or magic, he recognized the quills anywhere. Ten's. Walking up to the door, he found it locked. Guess it was my imagination... He turned to start walking back, but the quills on the ground made him remember. What if she's in trouble? Taking out his wand, he unlocked the door.
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She opened her eyes at hearing a quiet click, her mind's attention turning away from the hands caressing her thighs to the door. The sight which greeted her couldn't be any more welcomed.
Mathew tapped both her wrists, effortlessly binding them to the table. "The greatness in person, Harry James Potter. To what we deserve such honour?"
Harry frowned at the whole scenery. A seventh year guy, Ten with her shirt half way done, both looking at him.
"Well? What are you doing here?"
"What are you going to do to her?" his voice had a note which obviously said he was restraining himself from doing something harsh.
His eyes rolled, "What does it look like, you fool?"
"Let her go."
"You're in no position to be asking things, kid. Go away before I obliviate you."
"Shut up and do what he says! When I get out of here-" Ten was interrupted by a strong yanking on her hair.
The boy behind her leaned over, "When you get out of here, you won't be able to walk for over a week. Now be quiet." Licking a spot below her ear, he saw Harry through the corner of his eye, "You're still there?"
The word was there, in his lips, ready, but he restrained himself yet again, "Stupefy." The spell hit the older boy, making him smack against the wall behind him.
Once he got up, Mathew glared at him, "You're going to regret having done that." The other male simply smirked.
She took her chance. Harry against an older guy? Knowing Slytherin's, he'll perhaps cheat! Turning to look at her magical bindings, she narrowed her eyes, concentrating. C'mon, I know I can do it.A few seconds after, the binds were gone, and she was free. Massaging her wrists for a brief moment, Ten grinned. Both boys had their wands ready, and they were just waiting for the other to make the first move.
Spotting a broomstick a few feet to her right, she picked it up. Swinging it back, the hilt hit her housemate near the nape, efficiently knocking him out. Harry looked from the motionless boy on the ground to her, and back again.
"Remember me to never make you mad again..."
The girl grinned, "Sure thing." Looking at the fallen wizard, she looked up at him again, "Thank you for saving me. Merlin knows what would've happened to me."
"Don't think about it." Walking up to her, he embraced her tightly. "He won't hurt you now."
"I know." After a while, they pulled back, "But how did you find me?"
"Your bag. It fell, I suppose. Its contents were spread and I followed their direction. Which led me to this door." his voice quietened slightly, "I thought I had arrived too late, you know."
His concern made her smile, "You didn't; and that's all that matters." Looking up at him for brief seconds, she leaned against his chest, a few tears falling down her cheeks, despite her attempts not to. Not really knowing what to do, the boy wrapped his arms around her petite frame, holding her.
Long moments passed before she finally lifted her head to look at him again, "'k, this was awkward of me to do.."
"You have a good reason at the moment." Harry nodded towards the Slytherin on the floor, still out cold.
"Hu huh.." the witch sighed quietly, her eyes lowering.
She, standing there, looking sad.. Blue eyes twinkling with something akin to a great relief, almost as if she was asking for comfort... He hesitated for a few seconds, before finally leaning in. Wrapping his arms around her small waist, he kissed her lightly. The kiss had a slight premature death as the boy pulled back, looking a bit dazed but also guilty. "S-Sorry, I didn't-"
"Do it again.." her voice was quieter than his, but the innocent tone in it made him stop his own sentence. "Please." Asking him as a child would to pass their favourite song again.
The boy smiled softly in reply. Capturing her lips in another gentle kiss, he kissed her. One of her hands came up, resting over the back of his neck, as she kissed back. They pulled away after a while.
"We.. We should go back to class." Pecking his lips one last time, she headed towards the door.
Harry followed her, "You sure you want to go back to class? Shouldn't you take a rest after all this?"
"I was thinking about that." Ten looked back at him from picking her things off the floor and back into her backpack, "Could you tell McGonagall that I'll be in my room, please?"
"Sure. See you later?"
Smiling even before she looked at him, she nodded. "Yeah. See you later."
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Iris and Draco stopped walking as soon as they entered their common room. Ten was laying down in the couch in front of them, her hair covering her face from sight, quiet sobs making her shoulders shake. Letting their bags fall from their shoulders to the floor, they both knelt beside her.
"What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
She slowly lifted her head to look at them, cerulean eyes red and puffy, "It's nothing. I'm fine."
Her friend rolled her eyes, "Right, and when you laugh, you're upset." Grabbing her hand, she made her stand up, "Let's go to your room. Time for a small girl chat. Draco, didn't you have Quidditch practise?"
"What Quidditch prac-" the black haired witch quickly turned around to face him, one hand reaching up to fist on his hair rather harshly. Pulling him down, she pecked his lips lightly.
"Just go and don't make questions."
Frowning, the blond sent her a look, still massaging his scalp. Rolling his eyes, he picked up his backpack from the floor. Guess I'll pass a boring time doing homework.. She'll pay later.
A chuckle suddenly sounded, very near him. He stopped on his way to the Library.
: I'll pay later? We'll see who pays later, little dragon. :
"Iris!" he asked out loud, knowing she wasn't there, but feeling she was, in yet another strange kind of way.
: Yeah, me. Not around you, inside your head. And yes, I'm with you. Mentally, that is. Telepathically, to be more precise. :
"You can-?"
: Yup. Now go, I've work to attend to. And don't you even think that I'm sounding like your father. :
Draco growled quietly, Great... Now I can't even think to myself...
Iris smiled to herself while leading her best friend up the stairs, Poor him... "And now that we are indeed alone, let's get down to business..."
Saying nothing in return, the auburn haired girl sat down on her bed.
"'k, so... Can I ask why did you skip Transfiguration class?"
"Let's put it simple: I was kidnapped for about twenty minutes." A clueless expression was her reply. "A seventh year Slytherin pulled me to the side. Locked me on an old classroom."
She gasped, "What! Why? Why didn't you call me?"
Ten sighed, "To rape me. And I couldn't be concentrated enough to contact you."
The black haired girl hung her head, her eyes looking away, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"Don't blame yourself, it was no one's fault."
Sighing, she nodded, "He didn't... manage to do it, did he?"
Her friend shook her head, "Harry got there in time."
"Potter? So, he found you?"
"Hu huh." Despite the time and what had almost happened, the heiress smiled softly at remembering the moment after the rescue.
One perfect dark eyebrow rose, "Something happened..." along with the appearance of a smirk, "Right?"
"Do you always have to know everything?"
"Now you know just how annoying it is when you do that to me!"
The other resisted the urge to stick out her tongue at her, "Whatever..."
Pause.
"So?"
"Aren't you way too curious for your own good?"
"Maybe so, but I have survived until now."
"That's right, until now." Grabbing her wrist, both of them ended sprawled up on the bed. Soon after, a pillow fight ensued, laughs echoing in the big room.
Sighing, Iris picked up her pillow again, using it for its right purpose, "'k, you win, I'm dead."
A giggle was her reply, "I'm not too far behind... That right of yours hurts, ya know?"
"With a pillow made out of feathers?"
She shrugged. "Just for you to know, you were right. We did kiss."
"I knew it!"
Lying down to be at her level, Ten suddenly laughed some more, "You do know you have a scratch on your cheek, don't you?"
"A scratch!" conjuring up a small hand mirror, and pulling aside her midnight black tresses, she gasped, "I knew that blow hurt for a reason! You probably hit me with the stupid zipper!" her horrified expression only made her friend laugh harder. "Haha, very funny. Let's go; it's lunch time."
"Ok."
A couple of minutes after both girls were comfortably sitting down at the Slytherin table, Draco entered the Great Hall, his cloak blowing behind him much like Snape's did.
"Don't tell him, alright?"
"Sure."
The boy sat between both of them. Leaning in, he pecked Iris's cheek.
She looked up at him in question. He never did that in public... Though, she wasn't complaining, but still, she thought it was risked. His father wouldn't be very pleased if he knew.
"Good afternoon, ladies." The so called 'ladies' around them who also heard that literally melted. "There will be Quidditch practise later, Ten."
"When exactly?"
"The usual time, around six."
"I'll be there."
"Great, let me guess, another two hours in the stands doing nothing... How interesting for me." The silver eyed witch rolled her eyes.
"Well, I told you, you should join the team." She chuckled, "Or get a hobby."
"Meh.. I have bad experiences with bludgers."
"Hang on, let me count." Ten started, "You have bad experiences with bludgers, spiders, boys, and of course, dresses. Anything else?"
The dark haired female pouted and glared, as the other two laughed.
Some time after, they got up to leave. A pair of dark mischievous eyes watched a certain blue eyed brown haired witch with interest.
Pansy smiled conspiratorially to herself, holding up the Potions book she had stolen from the heiress of Dumbledore. "If I can't get Draco, no one can. Hurting Koltchak only led those two getting closer, so I'll just hurt her best friend instead." Lifting her wand, she muttered a simple incantation. It did the same thing the charm 'Accio' did, although in a reverse way. The object made the owner go to where it was at the moment, giving a sense of forgetfulness to them. "It's a simple matter of time now."
And for once, she was right.
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Ten soon stopped a few feet away from the entrance to Slytherin. Getting a hold of her backpack, she verified what she had feared, "Damn, I forgot my Potions book..."
"Where? You didn't even take it out.."
"I dunno, it probably fell on my way here. I'll go back to the Great Hall. And guys..." they both turned to her, "At least, use a contraceptive charm, 'k?"
Iris blushed deeply, even if she was glaring. In a huff, she snapped the password, entering the Common Room. Draco just rolled his eyes. "You know what buttons to push to drive her crazy, don't you?"
"You bet! You won't jump into her defence now, will you?"
"Not really." He suddenly smirked, "But be sure to teach me how to do that in your free time."
Chuckling, she started to walk away, "I will."
Once in the Great Hall, most people had gone away by now. Good. That way, it should be easy. Walking up to her usual seat, she spotted the item underneath the table. Stretching out her hand, she called "Accio book."
Said manual did not move.
Quirking an eyebrow, she knelt, picking it up.
"You do know that when you use the opposite spell in some thing, it doesn't work, right, Dumbledore?"
Blue eyes rolled, "What do you want, Pansy? And yes, I know that. But the opposite spell has not been used."
"So sure of yourself, aren't you." The dark haired girl chuckled, "Though, you can never know that."
"Please, stop speaking in riddles or whatever you are doing.. You're not making any sense." Putting the book back inside her bag, she turned around to leave.
"Impedimenta!"
Ten barely had time to dodge that. "What do you think you're doing!"
The other simply shrugged. Probably trying to seem innocent, "Me? Nothing. Just sharpening my aim."
"That's lame, even for you... Just watch yourself." Again, she turned to leave.
"Stu-"
She focused her stare on her sudden opponent's wand, "Dupli inversus." The 'inversus' spell would make the last spell it casted return to Pansy. The 'dupli' part only meant 'twice'. Both the Stupefy and the Impedimenta spells hit said girl, making her back hit the wall behind her not too gently. "Don't tell me I didn't warn you. Now do us all a favour and stop trying to do whatever you're doing." Reaching the doorway, she stopped for a moment, "And remember, Draco's heart belongs to someone else now. Never to you. Leave us alone."
All the way back to Slytherin, she went grumbling and muttering about Pansy. Until she knocked into a wall. Lifting her eyes, she locked them with vibrant green ones. "Oh, Harry... Hey."
Said boy chuckled, "Hey. Something wrong?"
"Nah. Just stupid Parkinson sticking her nose on everyone's business."
"Namely, yours and your friend's."
"Yup." She took the chance of being this close to him to peck his lips lightly. "And what are you doing here? Quidditch practise?" He should be dressed in his equipment for some reason...
Harry nodded, "Yeah. I was on my way there. The sooner, the better for you, Slytherin's."
"Two hours is good enough for us."
Nodding again, he kissed her lightly, "And what about you? Feeling better?"
"And ready for another one." Ten winked, "Not to worry, I'm fine. Nothing happened, remember?"
"Still. I have to check on you, don't I?"
An embarrassed smile curved her rosy lips, "I guess..."
"Good." Claiming her lips one last time, he stepped away from her reluctantly, "I have to go.."
Before she could stop herself, the words escaped her, "Couldn't we meet? Later at night..."
Turning around to look at her, he flashed her a smile, "Sure. When and where?"
"To be fair to the both of us, near the Great Hall, half an hour after dinner, as not to cause suspicion." Smiling back, she eagerly waited for his reply.
"'k. That way I'll also have time to distract Ron and Hermione. And you, the royal couple of Slytherin."
The heiress chuckled at the nickname, "Watch your tongue when you insult my friends, Mr. Potter."
"I didn't mean it that way, honest." His hands were held up in a piece sign.
"Hu huh. Well anyway, I won't have to be worried about those two. The so called attention of the Prince went in vacations, if you catch my drift." Bright eyes rolled, "They can barely look away from each other. I just keep praying that they don't starting making out in front of me." She made a face.
The Gryffindor captain chuckled, "What, you don't like it?"
"Seeing? No way. Actually doing?..." Ten trailed off at that part, a light blush tainting her cheeks, eyes adverting "I can't say I have much experience."
"Glad to know I'm not the only one." At that, she looked back into his eyes.
"Oh.." she sweatdropped at the way that sounded. Stupid answer, but she had nothing more to say.
"Not every boy acts like Malfoy does... or did. And not every girl acts like Pansy, of course."
Her eyes widened for a moment, "Thank you for giving me material to a horrible nightmare, Potter."
The boy laughed lightly, "Sorry, love... Wasn't my intention." Kissing the corner of her mouth, he passed by her, smiling "Talk to you this evening."
Absent minded, she nodded. "Hu huh." Turning around to watch him go, her head tilted to the side, He never called me that before... Strange. Though, it did sound nice. With a last small smile, the girl headed back to Slytherin. I probably took a bit more time than I should have. Not that those lovebirds noticed, that is...
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"Pass it! Under or behind you. If you pass it normally, the other Chasers will catch it easily." Hovering in her broom and advising the other two Chasers and Keeper, Ten looked more like the captain of the team than Draco, who was doing his own training, did. Not that the young Malfoy was complaining; he was occupied, along with the beaters.
As she scored another goal, a bludger soared past her, almost knocking her off her broom. Looking around, she glared at the boy responsible "Watch where you throw that thing!"
"Sorry..."
In one of the Slytherin stands, Iris chuckled quietly as Ten made her way towards her.
"Everyone wants to kill me today... First that seventh year guy, then Pansy, now this!"
"Poor you..."
"What seventh year guy?" the amusement of the situation suddenly seemed to disappear while both girls looked up. Draco tilted his head to the side in question, looking from one, to another. "Well?"
"Nothing important."
"It's nothing really, Draco."
He lifted an eyebrow, "Both of you know you're lying... Or do you want me to go get Veritaserum?"
"Meh, stop being so suspicious! This is girl talk, so there."
Rolling his eyes and not looking all that convinced, he finally left.
The heiress sighed quietly, "He'll annoy you with that again, you know.."
"Don't worry, I won't tell." She got up to leave.
"Where are you going?"
"You know about my powers and abilities, right?"
"Of course. What about them?"
Her silver eyes searched the sky, seeing the Prince of Slytherin talking to the rest of the team, his back to her, "Hogwarts has way too much magic in the air for me to take. Meaning, I have to release some."
"And how do you intend on doing that?"
"Your grandfather gave me a little help with that." Iris smiled softly, "I just don't want Draco to follow me. I know he will if he sees me walk into the Forbidden Forest. If someone is too near of me, they could get hurt." Her head lowered, "I don't know, I've never done this before.."
"It's just as if you were casting a wandless spell, which you do frequently." Her friend placed a hand on her shoulder in a comforting way, "Don't worry. You may feel awfully tired after, so I'd suggest you to go to bed early today. I'll send a few elves get you a light dinner. And I can take care of Draco for one night; I'll tell him you don't feel very well." She winked. "I doubt he'd ask something about it."
"Thank you." They hugged, "What would I do without you?"
"Umm... Commit suicide, like you said." At that, they chuckled. "Go then."
Nodding, the black haired witch headed towards the exit, "See you later. Or tomorrow... Err, one of those."
Shaking her head in amusement, the Chaser floated back to where her team was hovering.
"Hey, where's Koltchak?"
"Went back inside, Blaise; she was getting bored. Now where were we?"
Draco looked back to the spot Iris had previously occupied. Glancing in the direction of the castle, he didn't see her. Either she was running or she didn't go there. But he decided to ignore that for the time being. If Ten wasn't showing any signs of worry, that meant she was ok. Or so he thought...
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Walking along the not very used path that lead to the centre of the forest, the thick trees and dark environment were giving her the creeps.
Nevertheless, Iris kept going. Her wand was out for once, giving her the light she needed to see. She refused to risk hurting someone by doing this somewhere else.
Once arriving at her destination, she sighed. At night and early in the morning, was worse. In some points, she felt numb and yet, it hurt. Every time certain types of magic crossed the air, she could feel her own reacting to it... Especially dark magic.. Almost making her seem a fuse-box, waiting for her time to blow up.
Looking up into the darkening sky, she realized there was going to be a full moon tonight. Holding out her arms above her, she could already feel the power in her reacting.
Taking one last breath, she let it go. She didn't necessarily get rid of her powers, only the portion that was making her a bit unstable. Silver beams of pure magic appeared in some sort of lightening way from her opened palms, shooting into the sky. In between, the silver colour slowly changed to pitch black sometimes... They all had a bit of dark magic in them, as small as it may be. A few minutes after, she fell to her hands and knees, extremely tired. Ten was right... Not having the strength to get up just yet, she shifted a bit, lying down on her back, one hand over her eyes, her breathing ragged. I'll rest.. Just for a couple of minutes. It won't hurt.
The small rest which started at around 19.20 ended roughly twenty minutes later. Her eyes opened groggily as she took in her surroundings. Everything was darker and she could barely see a foot ahead of her. "This can't be good..." She didn't feel so tired, but still, she was.
The girl got up on shaky legs. Holding out her wand, she started making her way back, tripping occasionally on the large roots of the trees.
By the time she made it back to the castle, most of the student body was at the Great Hall. But I don't feel like eating right now... Again, Ten was right. A light dinner will do me some good, hopefully. Ignoring them, she continued on her way to the dungeons.
Once inside the warmth of her room (though, no matter how long the fireplaces were lit or if it was the hottest day of the year, the dungeons would always be way too cold), Iris leaned against the door, sliding to the floor. Looking up after a while, she noticed a small silver tray on her desk. A smile made its way to her lips. Ten sure is an angel... Dragging her feet towards her bed, she flopped down nonchalantly on it. The tray floated in her direction as she snapped her fingers.
"Evanesco." After eating a few things and leaving most of it, the witch quickly made the tray disappear. Her body wanted rest, and she could do little next to nothing to change its decision.
Even before five minutes had passed, she was already in a deep sleep.
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"Where is she?"
I was afraid that question appeared... "Iris? She was getting bored, I already told you that back on the pitch." In an irritated manner, Ten pushed away the lock of wet hair behind her ear for the whatever time.
"And because she was bored, she won't come down to dinner?" a fair eyebrow rose. Draco was not convinced, and he wouldn't take a lie for an answer...
But that had been all sorted out long ago in the heiress's mind. She rolled her eyes, "Duh, of course that's not the only reason... She has had a head ache for most of the day. You know what that does to you; no appetite."
No reply to that.
"You don't believe me?" her head turned to look at him. Albeit, he wasn't there. "What the-" she caught a glimpse of him, exiting the Great Hall. "Uh oh.." Hurriedly picking up an apple, she followed him. "Where do you think you're going!"
"To see if you're right."
"But-"
"She is in her room with a head ache, right?" he stopped walking for a moment, turning around to look at her.
"Well, yeah, she is.. But-"
"That's all I need to know." The boy restarted his walk towards the dungeons.
A hand covered her eyes, "Well, technically, there's no problem; he doesn't know her password. Besides, she changed it a few days ago. And, her balcony is locked. Meh... And now I'm alone here!"
"Tenebrae?"
At the sound of her name, she turned around. Albus Dumbledore stood there, looking at her, a small smile on his face. "Yes, grandfather?"
"Please come to my office. I need to talk to you about an important matter."
"Sure. Right now, I don't have much to do anyway." Nodding once, she followed.
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Walking along the corridor that led to both his and her dorms, Draco stopped at the portrait of the unicorn, who lifted its head to look at him.
"Good evening, Mr. Malfoy. The Mistress is sleeping right now. I'm sure she'll be most unpleased if you disturb her."
"Indeed, but if I don't, she won't even notice me." The hint of a smirk was on his lips. Turning to his door instead, he entered. Opening the door to his balcony, he moved to face hers. "Let's see just how smart you are, Miss Koltchak... Alohomora." The lock didn't even move. The blond chuckled, "Nice. But not good enough." He put his wand away. Placing his left hand over the lock, he whispered quietly "Aperire." It was Dark Arts, not that he minded using them. Ever since he got the Mark, they were easier to perform.
The lock unlocked. As he entered, Draco remembered the last time he was here. That night. Everything was rearranged, as expected. In the middle of the queen sized bed, Iris slept, curled in a ball. She seemed awfully tired, but other than that, nothing was wrong.
He sat down beside her, pushing a few strands of her hair away from her face. Her eyebrow furrowed at the motion, but other than that, she didn't react. Smiling to himself at how innocent she looked, he laid back beside her.
Of course that his intention wasn't falling asleep, he simply wanted to see if she was alright. He placed an arm around her, pulling her close absently, and a few minutes later, he fell into a light sleep.
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"He won't accept it." Ten shook her head, "He changed, yes, but still, I doubt it."
"We need to find a way, then. It's beginning to be far too dangerous for the Muggles if this keeps up." Dumbledore put his copy of the Daily Prophet back on its place. Yet another attack on Muggles had occurred.
"I know. But Draco as a spy? No matter just how bad his father is, it's still his father. It's against all he has ever learned! That would be like betraying his own kind."
"You're not completely sure about that. Talk to him first. According to his answer, we'll decide what's best." He nodded towards the exit, "You're dismissed."
"If he does accept it, we'll have a pretty good advantage." She smiled, getting up. Kissing her grandfather's cheek, she exited his office. In her way, she glanced at the time. Almost curfew. Time to meet him.
…TBC…
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Tenebrae Rosa: yeah, I thought as much. No big surprise there, huh? Well, just something 2 perk up the plot a bit more, I guess. Hope u liked it