CHAPTER 8
Notes: I can't remember who wrote what! DX Oh well. Marie and I both wrote this one. I honestly don't think D cares about being nice or not… this is progressing much faster than the canon Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, but then again, it's also meant to be much more whimsical.
That weekend, Malfoy dragged D over to the Quidditch pitch to make fun of the Gryffindors. D did not particularly enjoy it.
"Draco," D said timidly, "It isn't very nice for you to make fun of them."
"Do you think I care?" Draco asked in response. "They're Gryffindors! Mudbloods and Muggle-lovers!"
D sighed. There was no reasoning with him. "Idiots, the lot of them," he muttered to Decima. She hissed in agreement.
On Monday, D sighed with annoyance at the events unfolding in the morning paper. "High Inquisitor, eh?"
Leon walked up to D, hands in pockets. (AN: I'd put a footnote here, but it seems pointless.) "Hey. Wanna duel tonight? Show off your skill? Hermione wants to know how much magic you know." It was a lame reason, but Leon couldn't take it back.
"Uh…alright. I'll meet you in the Potions dungeon at midnight."
"Cool," said Leon, then departed.
Shinja gazed up at D for a moment, then spoke. "I must depart to hunt," she hissed. "Your father says to not get yourself into any trouble while I am gone."
"Well, you can tell Father that I shall do whatever I damn well please, and that it's none of his business to interfere if I get in trouble or not," D snapped at the serpent. He gave a cry of pain a second later as Shinja bit him.
"Respect your elders, boy," Shinja hissed scathingly as she fluttered away from his wrist and toward one of the windows for the owls to come in and out. "Your defiant nature is what gets you punished." (Yes, but his defiant nature is also what makes him so sexy!)
D's eyelids began to droop, and he slumped over in his seat and onto Malfoy's shoulder, not unconscious, but merely unable to move. It would wear off in a few hours, but until then, he had no control over what happened around him.
"D? D!" Draco was downright panicked. "Professor Snape!" he called.
The professor was there in a second. "What happened?"
"The white flying snake-thing bit D, and he just fell over," Pansy answered, a worried look on her face.
D was brought to the hospital wing to recover. Madam Pomfrey quickly diagnosed the problem, and gave him a mild mobility potion so that he could at least talk, so that they could get a better idea of what they could do to help.
"There are no lasting side effects, but also no antidote. It wears off on its own. There is nothing to be done but wait the poison out," D mumbled.
"Even so," huffed Madam Pomfrey, "I shall have to ask you to be on bed rest overnight."
A sort of panic seized D. "Bed rest? I can't move from this bed?"
"Yes, that would entail bed rest," said Madam Pomfrey, somewhat exasperated.
"But--but Leon! I--I promised…we have…" D's breath came in short gasps. "…I have…to meet…" D passed out. The poison in D's system cut off the longevity of the mobility potion, so struggling as he did made him weak.