Chapter 5

I insist

~Chimera~

No, I refuse to do such a thing. Ruin my social life and send a dozen of my neurons to the front line of the battle field.

I cross my arms over my chest and glare at Malfoy. He doesn't see me of course, he's sleeping again, but given that this is Mr. Binns' class that's understandable.

Why would he ask such a thing of me, but more importantly: why does he care? I knew it. He and Malfoy have something going on. I mean, I am partly sure he is a death eater, but he didn't seem quite the mate when he and Malfoy glared at each other on the train. Oh, male species are so complicated! And I'm supposed to be the expert in this field seeing as I know everything about Harry and Ron…or at least I did, before this year that is.

I hit my head against the desk. Life is horrible.

'Mrs. Granger! Is there something wrong?'

Perfect! Leave it to Binns to make me crawl under my desk in shame. He's got impeccable timing. The only time I'm not paying attention to his class, he chooses the moment to pay attention to us. Have I been cursed over the summer or something?

'No professor, everything is fine.' Yeah right.

Several hours later I'm sitting at the Gryffindor table, trying not to throw up seeing Ron stuffing his face with food. Out of boredom or maybe curiosity, I find myself looking once more at Malfoy. He's not sleeping this time, but neither is he eating his dinner. Pansy's clinging to his side again. God, that has to be so annoying. Suddenly I froze when he looks at me. God, that boy has such a distorted face when he sneers like that.

I yell, jumping out of my seat, sending my plate full of rice on Ron's face.

''Mione!' yeah yeah. What ever. I look at the brown barn owl next to me.

'what do you want.' SHI#! It just bit my hand. Stupid, stupid bird. It flies away, leaving a piece of parchment behind.

I roll my finger in a tissue and look at the piece of paper. It isn't signed, and the writing is in capital letters. 'I know you're not doing what I told you. I'm not coming back until you listen to me.' The letters banish once I've read them. Yes, definitely a death eater, and an experienced one too.

Uh…decisions, decisions. Back in my room I take out a piece of paper and jot down the ideas that swirl in my head.

"80% sure he's a death eater.

He's the only one I feel alive around.

He's the most beautiful man I have ever met.

He's not going to hurt me.

I could, maybe, gather information from him once he trusts me.

Everyone deserves a chance.

I could make him become a spy if he falls in love with me.

I am bloody curios!"

Nothing seems to make a valid point, so I leave it to the heart to decide, and we all know what it wants.

I could hear his voice from the other room. Even though I was expecting this kind of reaction from him, and even though Malfoy is a bastard and I would never give a damn about his opinion of me, I still can't stop myself from shuddering slightly.

'there has to be someone else. There just has to be!'

'I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, but Miss Granger seems to be the only one available.'

'what about that gay guy, Ernie McMillan or something like that.'

'Mr. Mafloy!'

'professor, I'm s-sorry. I promise I will learn on my own. You know I can, in my past years...'

'I'm sorry Mr. Malfoy, but for whatever reason, you seem slightly unfocused this year. I have given you a week to get focused, but I have seen no change in your behavior. You will meet Miss Granger every Thursday night in the library, at precisely 8 o'clock, and will cooperate with her for 1 hour and a half.'

I can almost hear his anger boiling.

'you can come out now Miss Granger.' I do so, thank her, and retreat towards the door. 'may I ask why?' I turn and look at her desk, I can't look her in the eye.

'I'm not sure... but I have to.'

As I make my way down the hall, to my dorm, I suddenly froze hearing his voice.

'Why do it, Granger?' I turn to face him, but before I could answer, he continues 'why ask McGonagall to tutor me.'

'Me? I didn't ask her...she asked me.'

'Ah, but here you are mistaken, Granger. Do you know why?'

I look at him, knowing that was a rhetoric question.

'You assume I am one of your stupid little friends, when in fact, I do have a brain.'

'Firstly, my friends are not stupid, and secondly, if you were that smart, would you need tutoring? I don't think so.'

I suddenly find myself between the stone wall, and Malfoy's body.

'Listen, Mudblood. You are dirt! You don't level up to me, you are beneath me in every aspect.'

Though I am shaking, I find power inside of me to push him back, but he doesn't budge, thus I resort to my best attribute: my ability to use logic and voice my opinion.

'Then how do you explain the fact that I am better than you in each and every class?'

I see the anger floating in his grey eyes, and shudder, he pulls my hair sharply and my head hits the wall behind me. I whimper and close my eyes in pain. Before I can open them again, I find myself released.

'Don't' punch 'ever' punch 'hurt' punch 'her' punch 'again'.

He's here, watching over me. Malfoy's beneath him, pinned to the ground, his face a mesh of blood and ripped skin, his blond-white hair stained with very dark red blood. Droplets of the same blood dripping from his hand, fist clenched in anger, body shivering in disgust and adrenaline. I feel my insides turning,

'Stop' I whisper 'stop' again...the third time I find my voice 'Stop'. He gets up, blood still dripping from his fist. He looks down at Malfoy and I think he's going to hit him with his foot, like in all the highschool muggle movies, but we're not in the muggle world now, are we? He pulls out his wand and yells 'sectumsepra'. My eyes widen, I do not know the spell. He runs a hand through his hair and leaves. I look at Malfoy, his white shirt is ripped, 5 long, deep cuts cover his chest, the same blood gushing out of them.

'Wait! Tell me what to do!'

He turns, looks at me and then turns again. 'Save him if you think he deserves it. Think of what he did to you, then think of what he could do, and then, if you find his life still worth while...call Severus...Snape.'