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Chapter 6

10:26 a.m. Divination Classroom, Hogwarts

Hermione and Vixen managed to make it to Divination on time. They sat together in the back of the room. Hermione was not looking forward to class.

"You okay?" Vixen asked noticing Hermione's somber expression.

"Oh, yes I'm fine. I just can't stand this class. It's just a lot of guesswork if you ask me," she replied. Vixen shrugged.

"Sounds boring," she replied leaning forward, examining a blank crystal ball that was placed on the table. Hermione nodded.

She watched Vixen quietly. She may have been a bit rough around the edges with an attitude to match, but Hermione would bet that she was a very normal girl. She smiled when Vixen tapped on the crystal ball lightly.

"I'm sure the month that you are here will fly by," Hermione said. Vixen looked at her.

"To be honest, I don't care if I'm trapped here forever," Vixen sighed looking down. Hermione was about to ask what she meant but lost the chance when class had started.

7:28 p.m., Dining Hall, Gryffindor Table, Hogwarts

Throughout the day, Hermione and Vixen had gotten to know one another a lot more. Hermione told Vixen all about her life as a witch born from muggle parents, and Vixen was genuinely intrigued. Vixen explained her schooling and how things were in America. She didn't talk about friends or her family life, however.

"I'm so glad we're getting along," Hermione happily said before taking a drink from her goblet. Vixen smiled back.

"Hermione, thanks for getting to know me. I'm sure I came off a little...strange when I first arrived," she said. Harry and Ron sat quietly as the girls talked.

"More like crazy," Jake said walking behind the two girls. Vixen rolled her eyes.

"Not you again!" she groaned. Jake smiled and so did Hermione.

"Don't worry princess I'm not here to make small talk. Just passing by," Jake said coolly. He then nodded in Neville Longbottom's direction.

"See you later, ladies," he said before walking over to Neville.

"He's so charming," Hermione laughed. Ron rolled his eyes.

"He seems like a down right git to me," he said crossing his arms.

"I agree with Ron," Vixen said while nodding.

7:45 p.m., Dining Hall, Slytherin Table, Hogwarts

Draco had been sitting quietly at the Slytherin table with Crabbe and Goyle sitting beside him. Draco was staring intently across the room at the Gryffindor table at Vixen. He watched her laugh, sigh, shrug, smile, everything she did he witnessed. He was turning an apple of a brilliant red shade in his hand slowly while he watched her.

"Are you feeling okay, Draco?" Goyle asked. Draco grasped the apple in his hand.

"Of course I'm feeling okay you idiot," Draco shot back. Goyle lowered his head and stared at his empty plate in front of him.

"Why're ya starin' at that muggle girl, Draco?" Crabbe asked while chewing a piece of chocolate cake.

"Because Crabbe, I think I have come up with a plan on how to get rid of all of these muggles," he replied. Goyle and Crabbe leaned in closer.

"We need to befriend them. Really get them to trust us, you know? Act as if we sincerely care about their pathetic little lives and problems. Then we go to You-Know-Who and inform him of this awful project Burbage has thrust upon us. Then the elder Death Eaters will be sent to take them all out," Draco whispered. Goyle smiled and Crabbe furrowed his brow.

"So why do we have to be nice to 'em?" Crabbe asked. Draco sighed.

"You bloody idiot, Crabbe! We need them to open up to us. Tell us their deepest fears. That way we can inform the elders so when they come to kill them, they can make those fears a reality, giving those muggles exactly what they deserve," he explained nodding his head as if he were assuring himself that this plan would work.

Crabbe and Goyle smiled. Draco smirked and directed his gaze back at Vixen, biting into the apple he had been holding.

7:56 p.m. Dining Hall, Gryffindor Table, Hogwarts

"Vixen, would you like to go back to our common room? You appear to be finished with your meal," Hermione said. Vixen shrugged.

"Some meal! She only had juice and bread!" Ron laughed. Harry elbowed him in the ribs.

"Well excuse me for being a little apprehensive about eating frogs and such," Vixen sarcastically replied.

"We don't eat frogs..…," Ron whispered. Vixen smiled and stood up from her seat.

She was then shoved forward, falling onto the table top. She caught herself with her hands and quickly whipped her head around to see who had pushed her. Surely enough, standing behind her was Pansy Parkinson with a smirk on her face. Vixen angrily pushed herself off of the table and turned to her.

"What the hell!" she yelled while pushing Pansy backward. Caught off guard, Pansy stumbled backward a few steps before regaining her balance.

"Vixen! It's not worth it!" Hermione urged running to her side. Ron and Harry had both climbed over the table and were also beside her.

"The hell it's not! Hermione, did you just see what she did!" Vixen yelled pointing at Pansy. Hermione glared at Pansy.

The entire hall was now watching the scene. Some were standing at their seats while others gathered around closer to the action. Vixen paid them no mind. Her focus was on Pansy.

"You don't belong here muggle," Pansy said while crossing her arms.

"Shove off Parkinson!" Ron said, glaring at her. Pansy cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Nice sweater Weasley. Did your grandfather pass it down to you?" she laughed, making fun of him.

"Leave him alone! You're problem is with me, not him," Vixen replied walking closer to her.

Pansy slowly started reaching into her back pocket. Vixen stopped walking, realizing she was going for her wand. Before she could move, someone had stepped in front of her. Shocked, she looked up only to see the back of someone's head that was covered in shaggy blonde hair.

"Malfoy?" Harry said sounding surprised. Vixen was frozen.

"Pansy, this is ridiculous behavior for a pureblood witch," Draco said calmly folding his arms across his chest.

"Don't you even dare try making me into the bad guy here, Draco Malfoy," Pansy shot back pointing at him.

"Well it's obvious that my muggle here is the victim. So what does that make you?" he replied. Vixen turned her head slightly, confused.

"His muggle?" Vixen thought to herself trying to make sense of what he had just said.

"As if she is innocent in all of this! She just shoved me!" Pansy argued frantically waving her hands around. Draco raised an eyebrow and placed his hands into his pockets.

"Only after you did the same to her. I would call that retaliation. And you rightly deserved it," Draco told her. Hermione's eyes narrowed at Draco's back.

Pansy groaned angrily and stormed through the dining hall and out of the doors. Everyone had now returned to their seats and continued with their meals. Draco smirked and turned around slowly. Vixen had her arms crossed over her chest and her hip popped out.

"I didn't need your help," she told him.

"Didn't look that way," he replied shrugging slightly.

"What are you playing at, Malfoy?" Harry angrily asked. Draco glared at him.

"What are you implying, Potter?" he shot back.

"Since when do you give a damn about Vixen?" Harry responded instantly.

"And since when do you blow off Pansy like that?" Hermione added.

"Look, it's nothing personal. But I need this project to go well. I need the good mark. And for that to happen, she needs to stay alive for three more weeks," Draco pointed out.

"I don't buy it," Ron said. Draco was becoming annoyed.

"Well again, I didn't ask or need your help. Can we go now?" Vixen asked looking at Hermione. She nodded and the four began to walk away from Draco.

"Your welcome!" he yelled after them. Vixen flipped him off without turning around. Draco smirked.

"You don't have long, Vixen. Get your digs in while you can," Draco thought to himself. He then exited the hall and went to the Slytherin common room.

9:14 p.m., Gryffindor Common Room, Hogwarts

Vixen had a make shift bed set up for her on a couch in the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry and Ron had gone up to their bedroom already. Hermione remained in the living area with Vixen. She was reading a rather large book about Divination. Vixen fidgeted on the couch.

"Hey, Hermione?" she asked. Hermione looked up from her book.

"Yes Vixen?" She asked.

"Is there anyway you can show me my family? You know, like the way your professor did with that magic ball?" she asked. Hermione smiled.

"Actually, Burbage gave me a crystal ball for just that. She also told me to remind you that this is the last ball you will get," Hermione said closing her book. Vixen smiled.

"Wait here, I'll go get it," Hermione said leaving the room. Vixen sat quietly until she returned.

Hermione returned with a crystal ball in her small hands. She then handed it to Vixen, who sat it in her lap. Hermione tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.

"I'm going to head to bed now, so I'll see you in the morning. Good night," Hermione said walking back toward the stairs that lead to her room.

"Night," Vixen replied. The room was quiet and dark now.

Slowly, Vixen stood up holding the ball in her hands. She then quietly walked through the room and out of the painting doorway. Hermione had told her the password, so she would have no trouble getting back inside. The halls were silent.

She quietly made her way down the stairs and through the corridors until she found the courtyard. She walked out and sat on the same stone bench as the first night she had arrived. She lifted the ball to her face, peering into it.

"Jackson Maverick Wills," she said. The ball went cloudy before Jackson's face appeared.

9:47 p.m., Slytherin Common Room, Hogwarts

Draco was unable to focus on studying. Crabbe and Goyle had already fallen asleep, and were snoring very loudly. Seeing as how he was unable to fall asleep or study due to the noise, he walked over to the window. He pushed it open and leaned on the window sill, looking at the sky.

The stars were very bright tonight. He redirected his attention to the courtyard below him. The fountain was still running as it always was. But there was someone out there. Just sitting on one of the benches alone. As a Prefect it was his job to bust them for breaking curfew, but surprisingly enough he wasn't in the mood.

He looked closer at the person sitting outside in the dark. He smirked when he noticed it was Vixen. Quietly, he left the window and grabbed his Prefect badge. He then walked out of the Slytherin room and down the hallway, heading to the courtyard.