Term resumed all too soon, neither of us sleeping well anymore, both to stressed about the Cabinet. Our first potions class back we were to create an antidote using Golpalott's Third Law. Mudblood Granger and I were about the only two people in the entire class who understood it. After her long winded reciting of: "The antidote for a blended poison will be equal to more than the sum of the antidotes for each of the separate components."
Draco looked to me in confusion; I leaned in, my lips tickling his ear so as to not be heard by others.
"The antidote for a blended poison - that is, a poison created by mixing several other poisons together - cannot simply be created by finding the antidotes to each separate poison in the blended whole and mixing them together. Instead, as Professor Slughorn explained, the potion maker must find that single ingredient which, when added to the blended antidotes, transforms them near-alchemically into a combined whole which will counteract the entire blended poison. Simply put, according to this law, a true antidote to a blended poison is more than the sum of its parts." I whispered.
"So do you have a clue as to how to proceed?" he hissed.
"Not really…" I replied quiet perplexed.
At the end of the lesson Draco and I had made some foul potions, both resembling cat sick. The worst part was Potter, giving a bezoar, rather than even attempting to brew a potion. Draco was so enraged that he somehow managed to spill some of his on himself. Slughorn wasn't even upset at Potter, on the contrary, he simply laughed… he was amused… and I was murderous.
Stiffly I turned to Draco a siphoned off the potion from his clothes, my hand was shaking I was so enraged.
"Tori, are you planning on taking my clothes off with that as well?" Draco said impatiently. I had gotten lost in thought of how angry I was, and my wand had begun pulling at his clothes. I ended the spell. I stared into his grey eyes for a fraction of a second before replying.
"No, but that doesn't mean I'm not planning to later." I winked at him, even though I was still rather aggravated. I hadn't immediately noticed, but we weren't alone, Parkinson was standing behind Draco, as if she wanted to ask him something, I turned and grasped his hand as he smirked, I shot a dazzling smile at Pansy Parkinson who appeared positively aghast, and we glided from the dungeon, spending our free period in the Room of Requirement which, much to my liking had transformed into a room much different than the room of hidden things. It was a plush room; the walls were the colour of a clear summer day, and the carpet the colour of a pristine stretch of beach. In the centre was a large white bed, with a sheer canopy overhead, it was much different than the dormitories or Draco's room, it was actually rather refreshing. To make matters better, we had the Vanishing Cabinet stowed away in the corner.
"So have you had an epiphany yet?" I muttered into his neck as we sat cross-legged in front of the cabinet.
"I believe so… the damage… it's somewhere in the pathway… and I think I know how to fix that…" he turned around and smirked at me. "But right now, it's time for us to be done for the day, and go back to appearing normal."
"I hate keeping up these pretenses!" I groaned in frustration, throwing myself down on the sofa nearest to the Common Room fire. Slytherins portrait smirked, and because there were others in the room as well, asked me how the mission was going. For the first time, I did not have to translate our conversation to Draco. Much like Dumbledore, Draco had learned how to speak it and understand it, although extremely difficult, it was the only way for us to effectively communicate when we were in crowded areas.
Our only concern was Potter, always Potter. Not only was he already suspicious of us, but he could, of course, speak Parseltongue himself.
"Malfoy, we don't want to work for you if you're not going to tell us what you're up to, we're tired of looking like little girls all the time…" mumbled Goyle, Draco's eyes flashed, and Crabbe and Goyle recoiled.
"Must I remind you, why it is… PRUDENT, to help me?" he said indifferently. They both looked to me, their eyes catching sight of my wand, causing them to lose nerve. Although they were large, and Draco was an extremely accomplished wizard, I was the most ruthless, and they knew, as long as I was around, Draco wouldn't have to lift a finger when it came to…. "encouragement".
Both of them shook their heads and hurried off, babbling in the corner, shooting angry looks towards us.