Chapter Six

Draco knew Harry kept on saying he was okay, but he wasn't entirely sure. The other Slytherin had seemed tense ever since Higgs had chosen to release his pent up frustration on him, even though it was just a sliver and not nearly as bad as what others received. Harry was clearly effected by it. He didn't seem humiliated, but he seemed furious.

It reminded him of his father, who would smile and remain calm, but his eyes told a story of a waging war and inferno of pain and fire and wrath. Whenever his father was that way, not even his mother could calm him down. Draco, of course, was able to. He could calm his father down to smiles and gentle laughs from a twisting smile and eyes that might as well be red, but he couldn't even begin to reach Harry.

When Draco woke up in the morning, he went straight to Harry. He could easily write his father to do something bad to Higgs' family, but Harry didn't want that. He desperately wanted to, because Draco had standing and anyone with him had standing, too. There was a reason why he never befriended any other Slytherins except for the three he already had by him, because he had no interest in stretching his protection far and wide.

Harry seemed better than he did last night, Draco thought. He didn't seem to be restraining any anger and he didn't seem tense, not in his shoulders and not in his eyes. "Good morning." He called.

"Good morning." Harry returned, smiling. Draco still thought Harry could be a bit strange, like when he smiled. A lot of times, it didn't reach his eyes, even if his eyes were pleasant. "I'm going to take a shower." He said then disappeared into the bathroom, carrying with him an armful of things Draco hadn't realized he'd been carrying.

Draco watched him go and sighed. However much Higgs had gotten to him yesterday, Harry seemed a lot better. A good night's rest does a lot, Draco thought.

"He's very strange." Blaise Zabini commented.

"So?" Draco snapped. Crabbe and Goyle were beginning to wake up, but it'd take a few minutes before he could point them towards Zabini. He could be patient, no one was going to call Harry strange. Except for himself, of course.

"It's disturbing." Zabini said. "Whenever our eyes meet, I can't tell if he's even thinking anything or if he's thinking about killing me."

"That's stupid." Draco spat.

"Whatever." Zabini shrugged. "You'll see it."

Draco glared. "Yeah, whatever." He mumbled. He gathered up his own things and went into the bathroom, pretending to ignore Zabini's stare.

Harry walked between Crabbe and Goyle up to the Great Hall, Draco leading the why while he complained about something Zabini did. He wasn't listening that closely. He was preoccupied with muffled worry of getting caught.

Logically, he knew his family couldn't say it was him. They've never seen his early works, before Dr. Bates, before St. Mungo's, before his mum had ever found his stash. Mrs. Norris hadn't been a dissection! (it was what he dreamed of last night, he had forgotten how much he truly loved simply delving in) Harry knew no one would else would assume he might be behind it, because he's never gotten into trouble with Filch. No one Hogwarts knew anything about his oddities. He was fine.

He still worried, until he was sitting at the Slytherin table and choosing what to eat for breakfast.

"Malfoy."

Harry glanced up, to see Terrence Higgs staring down at Draco. The image of Mrs. Norris flipped through his eyes before it morphed into Higgs, insides stabbed into mush and neck hanging to the side.

"Go away, Higgs." Draco said. The older Slytherin scowled, but walked towards the head of the table with his friends.

"I don't like him." Harry said.

Crabbe and Goyle perked. "Can we punch him?" Crabbe asked.

"Merlin, Crabbe, not even you two could take Higgs." Draco groaned. "Try again when you're tall enough to look at him in the eyes, and know how to duel."

"I know how to duel." Crabbe grunted.

"Me too!" Goyle added.

"Is he strong?" Harry asked. "Is that way he's rude? He can get away with it?"

"He's a fair Duelist, from a semi-prominent family, his father's high up in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, and he's the Slytherin Seeker. Altogether, he's got enough to let him walk over mostly everyone else." Draco explained. "But he's a 6 and I'm a 10, which he obviously forgot last night."

"That's why he came to you right now." Harry realized. "He wants to make sure you don't do anything against him."

"Because you're mine, and he shouldn't have messed with what belongs to me." Draco nodded. "I could do something, but you don't want me to."

"It's meaningless." Harry said. What he wanted wasn't what Draco could achieve.

Draco shrugged.

Crabbe and Goyle muttered amongst each other before Goyle proclaimed. "I bet we could take Higgs."

"Merlin! No, you two can't! Give it up." Draco groaned.

They both looked extremely annoyed at the thought that they couldn't 'take' Higgs. Harry thought it was rather amusing.

Near the end of breakfast, before they were about to leave, the Headmaster rose. The Great Hall fell silent. Harry forced himself to pay attention, wondering if he had anything to do with Mrs. Norris.

"Last night, tragedy has struck Hogwarts." Dumbledore said. "Abigail Bishop, one of our Hufflepuffs, has been killed. She was found nearby the first floor girls' bathroom. We don't know the criminal behind this heinous act, but they will be found."

Harry blinked. He certainly hadn't killed a girl last night.

"Mrs. Norris, our dear feline caretaker, was also found dead last night nearby Miss Bishop. We believe whoever was behind her death, is also behind Mrs. Norris'." Dumbledore continued on. "As a result of these crimes, all students are not to go anywhere without a companion. Curfews will be posted in your common rooms, which will remain in effect until the criminal is caught."

"A murderer walks the halls," Draco whispered ominously. "How fun!"

Harry stared at the blond boy. All he could think of is if anyone realizes he'd killed Mrs. Norris, they'd assume he had killed the girl, too. Wonderful.

Abigail Bishop was a muggleborn Hufflepuff, a fifth year. Her parents were contacted immediately and her body had already been shipped off to them, a story being established for the muggle authorities around her death. Students were given permission to leave Hogwarts to attend her funeral. The entire House of Hufflepuff seemed to mope around for an entire week, as though just one girl gone had effected them all.

Mrs. Norris was buried on school grounds. Harry, and his friends, hadn't attended the funeral- nor had many Slytherins. Filch had been spent the last week looking half-dead, as though the world had taken from him the only thing he cared about. Harry supposed he should feel guilty, watching the man walk around lifelessly, but he didn't quite care. Over the incident, he was more concerned about being connected to Bishop's death.

"Good riddance to the mudblood." Draco said, on the same night the girl's friends had returned to Hogwarts after attending her funeral.

Harry tilted his head. "Isn't it bad to speak ill of the dead?" He wondered.

"Mudbloods are worthless, Harry, I've told you that before. I don't get why anyone cares she died! It keeps her from ever mixing with good magical blood." Draco said. "Right?" He looked at Crabbe and Goyle. Both boys nodded in agreement.

"My mum is a mudblood." Harry said. "I don't think she's worthless."

"Fine, whatever." Draco rolled his eyes. "But all other mudbloods?"

"I suppose." Harry said.

Draco smiled, pleased. "I might make a good pureblood out of you, yet."

"I'm not a pureblood, I'm a halfblood." Harry said, turning back to confusion.

"Marry a pureblood or a halfblood, and your kid will be considered a pureblood." Draco said. "Well, a halfblood if the halfblood is the daughter of a proper pureblood line and a mudblood. I guess halfbreeds are alright, too."

Harry nodded. "How can I be a good pureblood, though, if I'm not a pureblood?" He asked.

"You can act like one." Draco explained. "Got it?"

Harry nodded, again.

Y'all wouldn't even BELIEVE this shit.

Okay, check it. I use this site called PirateBay to download movies and the occasional game. Well, I wanted to play Sims for the first time. I was EXTREMELY stupid and chose a torrent that was not guaranteed to be virus-free, and downloaded something bad onto my computer. Google Chrome won't work and some weird shit has been going on. So, basically, I probably shouldn't still be using my laptop (but here I am!). I have NO idea what the virus is even doing, but I've removed everything it might decide to use for wrongdoing. I can still write on it (with ease) so I can still write and publish new chapters, obvs, so no worries! However, I'm going to have to save up to get a new laptop if I ever want to watch Netflix off of my phone again :'D

Lesson I've learned? DON'T BE A FUCKING DUMBASS, AHAHA GONNA FUCKING KMS

With that explained...

This chapter is so fucking short. Only 1.4k words. But the next chapter should totally be longer. Idk when it's going to be completely, though. I'm still packing, my computer acts weird here and there, and I'm battling a plague of fleas that're attacking my dogs. It should definitely be done by 7/28, sooo...Look forward to it :D