Draco usually hated going to classes early in the morning. But he was inspired by his best friend Hermione that classes were going to be okay.
His first class was Potions. He was excited, because Snape was there, and he was obviously Snape's favorite student. In Potions all he did was read ingredients and why all of them are important.
After reading about fly wings and wool, Draco moved his feet over to Defense Against the Dark Arts. Here, Professor Lupin was teaching, again. Draco paid attention very hard. He knew that he had to pay attention because sometime he would have to defend himself, not only from Voldemort, but from his own father, too.
That day, Draco reviewed the 3 unforgivable curses. Even though Draco knew much of it, (his father used a few on Draco) he studied very hard.
After class though, Draco asked Professor Lupin a few questions. "Professor, I was wondering if sometime you could, tutor me?" Draco asked, looking at Lupin's unshaven face.
Professor Lupin smiled, "Ah of course, how about Wednesdays at 6:50 every night?"
"That would be fine." A whole bunch of weigh lifted off of Draco's back. He was afraid Lupin was going to say no. Draco didn't know what to do then.
"But can I ask you Draco," Professor Lupin asked, "Why do you need Defense Against the Dark Arts tutoring?"
Draco didn't know what to say. He knew for sure he couldn't tell Lupin the truth. Ack! Draco thought. Well I guess I have to lie.
Lupin cleared his throat. "Um because lately I've been having trouble… Well not like that but… Okay lately, I've been blanking out in this class," Draco was nervous.
"That's alright. I was usually like that too," Lupin smiled. "So see you at 6:50pm on Wednesday. Oh and see you in class too, duh." Draco waved goodbye and went to lunch.
He walked into the Great Hall, smiling to himself. He felt good, not being on the dark side anymore. Draco saw Hermione sitting by Ron and Neville. Harry sat on the opposite side of Ron. Draco went behind Hermione. Draco tapped her back and Hermione quickly looked back.
"Hi!" Hermione exclaimed. Draco could see the concerned look on Harry's face. Ron however, looked perfectly fine with this. "Hey Hermione," Draco smiled.
"Oh yeah Draco, as Head Boy and Girl we're supposed to clean the Great Hall at 9pm," Hermione said. Draco nodded.
"Every night?" he asked. Hermione nodded. "Well thanks for telling me."
Draco sat at his table, taking a piece of pizza. "Hey Drake," Blaise smiled. "Hi!" Draco said, eating the pizza. He looked at the pizza which was slightly greasy. He wasn't that hungry. Draco took a few more bites and then he felt sick. He stood up to leave.
He whispered goodbye when Hermione waved. Draco went back up to his room. Draco lied down, feeling really sick. He knew it had to do with someone adding something to his pizza. But who? Draco thought and thought. Then he fell into a deep sleep.
When Draco woke up, he felt better, but still terrible. He moaned as he stood up. Draco could feel his bare feet touch the cold and hard floor, he shivered. He got his socks and shoes on to go to the common room.
Draco felt the warm air hit him, he was no longer cold. "Are you feeling better?" Hermione asked, startling him. Draco shook his head, "What time is it?"
"It's 12:00am." Hermione spoke.
"WHAT! I missed all my classes and, oh Hermione, I'm so sorry." I-I didn't wake up in time to help you," Draco said.
"No, no! It's okay. Lie down," Hermione said. She got off the couch. Draco lied down.
"I'm so sorry," Hermione said, tears spilling down her cheek. Draco was confused. "I know who did it. They POISIONED you, Draco," Hermione was crying very hard now.
Whoa, Draco thought, that CAN'T be true. "Who did it?"
"Y-y-y-your father," Hermione cried. She couldn't help it and gave Draco a HUGE hug.
Draco patted her back. "Don't worry, Dad does that when he's upset with me. What potion did he use?" Hermione was crying harder than ever, "The… I'm not sure. I have the bottle right here, it says…" Hermione sobbed. "It's the Death Potion."
"WHAT!!!!" Draco jumped up and grabbed the bottle from Hermione. "I-I only have 1 month to live," Draco read.
"Surely there must be something to keep you alive!" Hermione exclaimed.
"I hope so!" Draco said, worried, his stomach felt worse now.
Draco didn't know, but soon things would be much worse.
A/N: Hey guys! This chapter is a little short because of how lazy I was this week! It took me a long time to type!
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