Haruno Sakura and the War of Two Worlds
By Inner Self
"Happy as a clam" means whatever you want it to mean. I only say it twice or thrice. Forgive me. Please enjoy. It took a lot of my willpower to start writing again. I've gotten over a hurdle, and am prepared to continue!
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P.S. Why didn't anybody tell me ch3 was sht for missing letters in words, etc? well, i'm done editing ch2, i'm now on ch3.
Warning: Some bad language. And I need to go back and re-tense ch1, 2, and 3. ::Sigh::
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Chapter Five: "Kneazle Fight"
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Sakura went straight to her head of house with the extracted poison sample. When she handed it to him, she detected a spark of intrigue in his eye. It lasted but a moment, for he had knowledge of every type of poison ever invented. He told her, "I have to run some tests, narrow down the list, and then I will begin processing an antidote. It should take two weeks. One if you grade those," he motioned towards piles of potions papers.
Sakura, happy as a clam, agreed to get right to work on them. She asked if she could take them to her dorm, where she could work more comfortably. He picked up his wand from his work desk and shrunk a stack of them. "Motion with your wand like so," he instructed. He taught Sakura how to shrink objects and return them to normal size as well. Professor Snape accio'd the rubrics from a cupboard. He gave them to her, and she left for supper.
Sakura spent that week studiously. She actively participated in all her classes, well, all except for History of Magic. Anything worth knowing about their history was likely to be in the book Professor Dumbledore gave her. She read all those after classes let out. Sakura also spent her time tip-toeing around Professor Umbridge. She did not want to be tied to the woman, but she did not want to upset her either. Sakura wanted to keep a low profile, but it went against her nature. She did the homework for DADA, read the assigned chapters, and raised her hand in class. All the other students thought her a suck up. She quickly learned to wait until called upon. That made everyone happy. Happy as a clam.
Sakura was the only fifth year appreciative of learning the theory when Professor Umbridge read off the syllabus, though she'd probably do just fine jumping into application. At the end of the first week, Defense Theory was finally starting to bore her. Her chakra control was near perfect, beyond that of the average jonin, as Kakashi had put it when she was only genin level. All she had to do was memorize spells and motions. She always excecuted spells with optimal effect.
Professor Snape asked her to see him after class after Double Potions with the Gryffindors on Friday. Pansy had splashed stink sap "accidentally" on her robes. The professor scorgify'd it for her. He did the movements half-speed and Sakura mentally took note so she could practice it later that evening. She handed over the last of the graded papers.
Professor Snape pulled out the antidote from his robes. A piece of parchment, obviously the instructions on how to recreate the antidote, was tied around the phial. "That is a sample amount. The ingredients are common. You can find them in the Forbidden Forest."
"I thought the forest was forbidden?" Sakura asked.
His cold eyes glinted momentarily. "I give you permission. Just do not get caught… by the creatures lurking there. I cannot vouch for you if they spot you. Play the foolish, innocent child if you run into the horsemen, the centaurs. I hope you need no warning about the dangers of venturing too deep."
Sakura left the room dazzled, though she hid it like any good kunoichi can. She sat through Defense Theory quietly enough. In the second half, she pulled out the phial and put it on the desk. She quietly turned it this way and that, as if inspecting it. Lazily daydreaming, she tilted it to capture the light from the windows.
"Again with Gryffindors-this is a fantastic way to ruin my Fridays, having two doubles with Potter," Draco muttered and spat Potter's name. Class was almost over.
Sakura remembered her rendezvous with Potter. She stared him down from across the room, hoping he would sense it. The hairs on the back of his neck took a few minutes to stand on end. He rubbed the back of his neck and finally glanced in her direction. He glared at her before he noticed the phial being twirled lazily in her hand. She shot a secretive smile. Professor Umbridge would not be mutillating the skin of young witches and wizards much longer.
Harry did his best to lip to Sakura: I'll owl you.
Draco caught the exchange. He leaned over to Sakura, giving Harry a funny look. "What's Pot-head doing?"
Harry glared at his arch-rival. Sakura gave Harry a funny look as well, humoring Draco while laughing inside. "I have no idea. Is he trying to hit on me?"
"He better bloody well not!" Draco whispered harshly. Sakura quirked an eyebrow. Draco regained his composure. "I mean, Sakura, you can do better than Pot-head. No one could possibly find him attractive, bloody Boy-Who-Lived or not." They exchanged jokes at Harry's expense until class let out.
Harry was absent at lunch, so it was hardly suspicious when a snowy owl swooped down to give her a meeting time. Six o' clock. I'll come to you, it read. And again Draco was leaning over her shoulder.
"What's Wonder Boy bothering you about now?" He complained. She discreetly covered the rendezvous time with her thumb. Draco glared at the Great Hall doors. Potter had just entered and was prepared to stare Draco down. He then brushed Draco's gaze off and headed for his table.
"Oh, nothing much. It's just the usual bother," she said casually.
"The usual? Well, does he know that you're my girlfriend?"
"I am?" Sakura quirked her eyebrow.
There was a barely detectable pause. "Of course you are. So I don't want you looking at him-not that you would. Or he looking at you either. Perfect Potter would like to think he ran this school if I let him. His girlfriend too if he had one."
"Ooh, Draco, the lies are rolling off the tongue, aren't they?" Thought Inner Sakura.
"Why else did you think Pansy hated you?" Draco added.
Sakura had never really thought of that. Afterall, Pansy's petty pranks were hardly worth mentioning.
Sakura pocketed the note and gave Hedwig a couple knuts. "Make sure your friend gives you a nice treat." The owl cooed cordially before taking off to the owlery. Harry snuck a glance at Draco and her. When Draco started to converse with other Slytherins, she nodded her head ever so slightly.
"Am I right?" Draco asked to include Sakura.
"What?" Sakura asked, distracted.
Draco looked towards the Gryffindor table again. He locked eyes with Harry and put his arm loosely around Sakura's back. Sakura would let it go that time.
When they got back to the dorm that night, Sakura exploded on him. "Why did you do that Draco?" Sakura fumed. He ran a hand gracefully through his hair. It was a sight for Slytherin eyes. Draco sneered superiorly at the others in the room. The first and second years yielded completely to his display of power, cowering and running away to their dorms. The third and fourth years found quiet corners to pretend obliviousness. The fifth years gathered around. The sixth and seventh years went back to their games or studies.
"Why did you do that?" he sneered, irritated and angry.
"You're not my mother so stop acting like it. I can correspond to whomever I want, whenever I feel like doing so."
"Corresponding with him is a foolish idea, Sakura. You need to be careful. You do not want to end up on the bad side of the wrong people."
The two stared each other down, Draco willing her submission. Sakura turned on heel and strode out of the room. She would not let Draco end their friendship over some heated argument. Draco brushed off his robes, gathering composure, and walked out after her. He caught up with her at the base of the grand staircase. The stairs were luckily quite empty, aside from a few students dotting higher levels here and there.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing, Sakura?" Draco asked, sneer gone.
She turned to face him civilly. "I'm going to the owlery."
"You need to be careful," he said, taking hold of her wrist.
"Draco…" she started, tone lowered.
"It is not a threat. You should not be seen by Slytherins or others consorting with Harry Bloody Potter. He is trouble."
'So what Professor Snape suspects is the truth,' she thought. She did away with any remaining hostility. His eyes shimmered. One part concern, one part desperation. Sakura relaxed, what anger she had exhausted. "I'll keep that in mind, Draco."
Sakura was about to be on her way when Draco called her name. He grabbed her hand. "You don't really like that buffoon, do you, Sakura?"
Sakura like to imagine Draco pouting. "No," she said assuringly. Draco flashed a smile at the reassurance, which turned into a smirk-smile.
"Don't worry. You can do better."
"Frankly, I don't care about dating right now. I'm sorry."
"Oh! No, I'm sorry about that. I should be. While I have been parading you around, I have also been keeping my parents at bay. They wish to partner me with Pansy, but I don't want her. I could never desire her . They like you enough from what they've heard. As long as we are seen as a couple, they will believe I am capable of handling the decision on my own."
"And what do I get out of it?" Sakura asked almost automatically.
"Now you are thinking like a Slytherin. I will pay you one galleon a week. We are already friends; no harm done if we seem like more."
"Fair enough," she decided.
"Thank-you. I'll meet you at dinner."
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Sakura chose to meet Harry at the owlery for their six o' clock meeting. She had some thank-you letters to send anyway. One went to the minister for being a gracious host during her stay in his country. One went to Professor Snape, a last minute decision after she saw how little post he received during breakfasts, for producing an antidote for the scarring inkpens.
She gave them to a hatch-year barn owl then set up a genjutsu to prevent anyone but Potter from finding the owlery. She sat on a wooden bench and waited for a couple of minutes. Then the door creaked open to reveal Potter.
"It is very curious how you found me so quickly, Potter. No one you could have asked would know that I was in the owlery. Your steps are not too light, so I would have noticed if you had followed me. Magic is a brilliant thing, is it not?" She indirectly complimented his stealth methods.
Potter jumped straight into business. "You have the antidote," he said without question.
"Yes. It works just as well as if I were to give a one-on-one healing session. I will also provide the list of ingredients and the instructions to reproduce it. It will be in good hands with your friend Granger," she smirked. "Not that you cannot brew your way out of a paper cauldron."
Potter ignored the comment and would have left readily. "I have letters to send, if you will excuse me."
Sakura nodded. When she had her hand on the doorknob, Harry called back, "Are you really seeing Malfoy?"
Sakura raised a soft-pink eyebrow. "Did you not see how he was holding me during lunch?" she asked, humored. "Yes, yes I am."
Forgoing dinner, Sakura went back to her dorm to get a couple study hours in until lights out.
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He came to her in a dream, as he always did. He whispered things. Keep safe. I'll be there soon to help you. He assured her that everything over the last two years would seem like a bad dream once their mission ended. He gave her hope. She would go home. She would be as happy as she once was.
She dreamed that he held her this time. She dreamed of his calm, assuring baritone voice. When Sakura woke up, she wondered if the man was Sasuke. But that was impossible. Sasuke was dead. Dreaming of a dead man could never be assuring. The sepia eyes, yes she remembered them, were determined but calm and collected; they did not belong to Sasuke.
One of the other girls' tempus alert charms went off. Soon the whole dorm would be up and moving. Sakura grabbed the clothes she set out the night before. Sakura reached the shower room first, padding quickly across the room bare-footed. The others were looking for their house slippers. She threw on her medic skirt and her Chinese-styled top. She put on some leather slippers she had owl-ordered from Diagon Alley. Today was a casual dress day and she felt like wearing her "normal" garb. She freshened up and then allowed the next in line a turn. Pansy barged in, apparently ready to greet the day.
"Oh, excuse me. I don't mean to rush you out. It's not as if I'm stealing your spot."
Sakura refrained from shooting Pansy a glare. Pansy all but shut the door in her face. Sakura dressed and then met Draco at the bottom of the stairs. They were going to take a walk around the castle, possibly scouting for more (yawn) Potter-baiting opportunities. Draco was feeling extra not-generous.
"You remember what happened to you last time?" Sakura inquired.
"I'm ready for it this time. And no professors are around to break us up if we duel or exchange blows."
Sakura shrugged her shoulders. Hopefully Draco was not as delicate as he seemed so far. Draco spotted the trio going to Hagrid's Presently Vacant Hut. They checked every Saturday morning for his return. The Trio was crossing the bridge that led away from the main courtyard. Draco picked up his pace. Once he stepped foot on the bridge, he kept on the balls of his feet. The boy obviously did this kind of thing frequently, the little ferret.
Draco and she caught up do them at the end of the bridge. Following Draco's example, Sakura crept up behind the Trio members and startled them. The Trio members screamed, but did not get more than a few inches off the ground. Potter's feet stayed planted and the cringing of his shoulders was the only visible sign that their prank affected him.
"Well now, if it isn't Potty-wee-Potter," Draco sneered.
Sakura left Draco's side to circle the group. Draco and Harry began their exchange of insults. Hermione locked eyes with Sakura, and so began a glaring contest. Ron placed a hand protectively on her shoulder. Sakura, winning the contest, backed Hermione into one of the stone obelisks, and Ron followed her.
Harry and Draco had stopped their chatter. All eyes turned to the posse crossing the bridge: Pansy's Posse. "Well, well, Sakura, out for a mid-day stroll?"
"Pansy," she acknowledged the girl. Maybe she would leave her alone now. Ignoring her did not seem to work. Alas, Pansy did her best to flirt with Draco. Draco, a Slytherin gentleman, did his best to engage her so that he could swiftly get rid of her. Pansy chose instead to cling to his arm.
"Why choose a girl like that, Draco? She doesn't seem that interested. I've seen her in class, making eyes with the Potter boy." Pansy was referring to the day before, when Sakura received the antidote and gave it to Potter.
Draco gave her a look, asking Sakura to disprove Pansy's claim. Sakura walked up to Harry. Over her shoulder, she scoffed, "Pansy, dear, you are a fool. You drag your posse here and indirectly insult the boy you admire in front of them. Any girl lucky enough to be with him will not look at another. How could Draco want you now?" she mocked and turned to face Harry. "Besides, I do not find unfounded heroes attractive. Sorry, Wonder Boy."
She gave him an apologetic smile that resembled a wry grin. Harry appeared to take offense at something she said. Imagine that.
Pansy fumed behind her. The only warning Sakura received was from noting the widening of Ron and Hermione's eyes. When Sakura evaded, she mentally kicked herself. She should have thrown herself at the Potter boy. Potter didn't move quick enough. The hex flew by Sakura's shoulder and hit Potter in the collar, neck, and lower jaw. He had not been paying attention. He was only expecting something from Draco, maybe Sakura, who saw a good duel as good fun.
It probably felt as horrible as it looked, Sakura thought, the boils erupting all over his skin.
"Pansy, what did you do?" Sakura yelled. She had not read about this. Even if she had, the books lent to her only contained counter spells. Sakura kneeled beside Harry and tried to treat Harry's abnormal boils with healing chakra. She was ignorant and afraid of the hex. She decided Madam Pomfrey should take care of it. Sakura shook angrily at her incompetence.
"Oh, cry me a river, pinky," Pansy snarled. "Gryffindor casualties are of no importance."
"Oh, really? A person is a person, Pansy. Besides that, there are rules that must be followed."
"There are more Slytherins here than there are Gryffindors. More people in my posse," Pansy said, laughing at the ease at which she would escape more than a detention or two. "I know my rights, and I will come out of this relatively unscathed."
Pansy lost proper decorum and took a swing at Sakura, aiming for the back of her head. Luckily, Sakura turned to glare at Pansy as Pansy threw the right-handed punch. Still kneeling, Sakura knocked the attack away. Before Pansy could retract her hand, Sakura grabbed it at the forearm. She pushed off of the ground and pulled Pansy toward her. She socked Pansy good across the cheek, but held back to prevent a fracture. Pansy's head flew back at the force of the blow. Sakura yanked her forward by her forearm and flipped her onto the ground.
"Oh, no, poor Pansy just had the wind knocked out of her," Sakura said pouting. Pansy lay on the ground behind her, looking up dazedly at three Gryffindor faces. "Let me interpret her thoughts to her posse: Don't bother this bitch or she'll fuck you up. Pretty please with a cherry on top, carry me to the infirmary."
Sakura knelt next to Pansy. She made a 'tsking' sound and wagged her pointer finger condescendingly in the girl's face. Pansy gritted her teeth. "Let me remind you that I am an Ambassador. I can get away with this after a good chat with Professor Dumbledore. I'm not going to report any of these fights, to save you the embarrassment, but get a clue. I could beat you with one hand, hell, one finger. The one I am wagging in front of your face. This fight was over before you decided to throw a cheap blow."
She goes over to the Gryffindors. The trio was asking Harry if he was good enough to walk.
"Excuse me." Hermione and Ron look up. Sakura takes Harry from the two and flings him (as carefully as one can fling another) over her shoulder.
"What are you doing?" yelled Draco over the Gryffindors' avid protests.
"What does it look like?" she asks stubbornly. "I cannot do anything for him. I'm taking him to Madam Pomfrey." Sakura made sure Harry was secure on her shoulder and ran at top speed to the castle. Draco helped the Slytherin girls cast a charm to transport Pansy to the castle.
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Sakura helped Madam Pomfrey put Harry into a hospital bed as she explained her side of the story. Short and sweet, Sakura said that Pansy cast a boil-causing hex on Potter.
"Are you certain?" asked Madam Pomfrey.
"Yes, ma'am. Ask the other Gryffindors when they get here."
And she did. Ron and Hermione added a little more: Pansy had aimed at Sakura. Sakura was questioned about why she left that part out.
"I did not want you to think I was lying, so I told you the unbiased fact: Pansy hexed Potter. Those two confirm it. I confirm that she intended to hit me."
Professors Dumbledore and Snape were called into the Hospital Wing. Pansy and posse and Draco arrived as they did. Pansy told of how Sakura had attacked her. Hermione shuffled her feet, wondering if she should defend the scary pink-haired Slytherin.
"Well, she was defending herself," said Hermione.
Professor Snape raised an eyebrow and turned his probing gaze on Sakura. Breaking eye contact was a clear sign of lying. Sakura was forced to keep it, thinking about the strangeness of the boils-erupting hex until he broke away.
"Miss Parkinson will be given detention with her Head of House for as long as he sees fit," said Dumbledore.
Not much of a burden there, Sakura thought.
"Miss Haruno, let us continue this talk in my office, shall we?" said Professor Dumbledore, no trace of a twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes, sir," Sakura answered calmly. She held back on the foolish girl. Obviously not enough to his liking. She tried to catch Draco's gaze as she walked past him and out of the wing. He ignored her gaze and turned it… towards his nemesis. Potter. Sakura lifted a fine brow. She followed the professors out, Snape behind her and Dumbledore leading the way.
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The door slam jolted her from her calm. She turned behind her, hoping Professor Snape had been the one to shut it. He was standing right behind her, arms folded.
'Keep your cool, Sakura,' she coached herself. "They just don't see you as one of their sheep. Well, maybe a black sheep that deserves a stern talking to… one can hope.'
Professor Dumbledore strode to his desk. Snape calmly seated himself in one of the visitor chairs. She sat in the one next to him.
"Perhaps you would like to explain yourself, Miss Haruno?" asked Dumbledore.
"It was self-defense. It was a solid defense that I hope will wipe thoughts of retaliation from her mind. Miss Parkinson makes my stay in Slytherin uncomfortable. Besides, I've seen Potter and Draco go at it worse than that a couple of times." Actually, she had yet to see if the stories were true, thanks to Pansy. Just the one before Potions.
"Miss Parkinson is a young lady," replied Professor Dumbledore.
Sakura raised her soft pink eyebrow.
"You are a kunoichi," Professor Snape answered for the Headmaster.
"How did you…?" Sakura was speechless.
"…Know?" the Headmaster finished for her. "Martial arts skills and magical prowess come hand in hand for the famed shadow warriors of the Far East. It was an easy guess."
"But I'm not from the 'Far East'," Sakura argued, making sure to use quotation gestures, accompanied by a deadpanned look.
"And the ancient shadow warriors supposedly disappeared completely over a century ago. They covered their tracks splendidly," Professor Dumbledore said, twinkle returned momentarily. "I was a newborn babe when it happened. I found articles during my years at Hogwarts speculating the phenomenon and the gradual severing of contact with the Eastern magical worlds. It was the most intriguing mystery I ever stumbled upon. It is one of the greatest unsolved mysteries of the Wizarding World."
"You're kidding," Sakura said, mouth agape.
"I am afraid not. Alas, it is good news," said Professor Dumbledore.
"No, it is not. The ninja have created their own shadow worlds. Only one of our kind has ever obtained the knowledge needed to willingly escape. He transported me here. I need to find him and steal his… portkey, per se. That 'portkey' is the only way back."
"And until then, you will be acquainting yourself with the European magical education criterion," the Headmaster stated.
"I promise not to cause anymore disturbance. I guess I got a little too rough with Princess Pansy," she admitted.
"Headmaster"-It was Snape who spoke- "Why not give her a place to blow off steam."
They shared a look. It reminded her of The Look, the one that her mother and father shared.
"Alright. I have decided your punishment, Miss Haruno. You are to work with Madam Pomfrey for three hours a day until Christmas. You are to train at least one hour a day. You are never to 'defend' yourself physically against another student again," said the Headmaster. It was strange how his eyes were twinkling. Was he not angry with her?
"Why are you not angry anymore?" she asked tentatively.
"Professor Snape feels that you have snapped today. Thus, you get a training and meditation room. You chose the easy way out of Pansy's harassment by socking her a good one. It was uncalled for. She is a delicate lady. See that you become an honorable one."
'Chiyo-baa-sama thought I was the picture of chivalry. Maybe their right. Maybe I am a bit too restless in this peaceful atmosphere.'
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Once again Professor Snape guided her to where she needed to go. He took her to an empty corridor on the seventh floor.
"Pay close attention. I will not raise my voice," Snape said in his whispered version of a drawl. It was sexy. Sakura banished the thought. The man was older than Kakashi-sensei. And she should really be paying attention.
'No! Just a few more seconds of fantasy!' Squealed her Inner Self. She banished the author-er-annoying alter ego.
"Cross in front of this hallway three times, each time repeating the thought of what you are searching for. For example, I want to brew potions. You try."
Sakura crossed in front of it three times while thinking, 'I want to see my home again.'
Suddenly, a marvelous set of oak double-doors appeared. Sakura gasped. "It worked! I cannot believe it worked. Usually I notice when a masking jutsu in locations right away. What makes this trick so amazing?"
Snape smirked. "The fact that it is not a trick. The door did not exist until you wished for it. The castle then willed its existence. Within undefined limits, our magic is able to become reality. That is the beauty of wizarding magic."
Sakura forgot how to breath for a moment. She wished to go home-beyond that door was home! She barged through the heavy doors, amazing the stoic professor.
"You wished for a food stand?" Snape inquired.
Sakura did not understand. She had wished for home. She wasn't even at her parents' house. She was in the room where Team 7 had shared many meals before and after missions. She felt tears stinging her eyes.
Sakura looked around the room for signs of life. The pots and pans behind the counter were all put away on a rack. The bowls were all stacked on the counter top. The stove was turned off. The lights were lit. A white wall just behind the hanging signs marked off the end of the created room.
"This isn't real," she decided.
"Wrong, Miss Haruno," said Professor Snape. "The room is very much real. The castle constructed it with your help. It is as real as you or I."
"There are no people," she argued.
"Castles cannot construct people. People, however, are born with the ability to create new people, given time," he answered in a sarcastic drawl. Sakura glared at him. He did not rise to her challenge. "Train, now, Miss Haruno. Burn some fuel. Wish for a clock to chime minutes before dinner. Enjoy your detentions."
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She transformed the room into the Team 7 training grounds that would perform repairs every other minute. Then she proceeded to wail away on the terrain with chakra-laden fists. Every now and then she threw in an axe kick for good measure. She swept her leg across the totem logs at the edge of the room and splintered them as easily as she could crush twigs.
She bathed in the lake at the other edge of the room instead of going to the prefects bathroom. The room conjured stylish baggy navy trousers, a grey sleeveless shirt, and a long, clean cloth. She wrapped her breasts with the clean cloth and threw the clothes on. She looked so muggle. She decided to conjure a cotton, emerald robe to throw over her trousers, which were reminding her of kung fu pants. She slipped on her flats and headed for a well-deserved dinner.
Sakura found Draco eating in a sulk. It was a quiet, I'm-not-quite-sulking-unless-you-look-close-enough sulk. It was still obvious that he was feeling pissy. His nose was scrunched as if he were ready to…
Sneer at any time. "I see you chose to help Potter of all people? I'm not sure that's enough arse-kissing to get into his pants."
"Draco, can you imagine that maybe I was scared? That all I could do for his injuries was to run to the med witch for help? That Pansy was not going to die the minute I left her in the care of her housemates?"
"But why would you help Potter of all people?" he asked, dropping the sneer a tid bit. Apparently he did not understand the concept of helping a fellow man.
"Gee, I don't know. Maybe because he's a person?"
"He's a Gryffindor, Sakura," he argued, his eyes dark clouds of grey. "Slytherins do not consort or help Gryffindors."
"I swore an oath to help those in need of medical treatment to my best ability. I am not going to let our dislike of Potter sully my honor." Draco finally backed down. Sakura, apparently, was learning to deal with Slytherins quite well. Hopefully, she had also received brownie points from the Trio and they would go along with her roleplay.
Draco got snooty with her, to act superior, she supposed. He half-heartedly sneered at her and returned his focus to his drink. He had to find some fault in her answer, yet, accept it so graciously. Because this was Potter after all. Potter was a mutant. An alien. Anything unworthy of humane treatment. Draco gave her the silent treatment all the way back to Slytherin, but remembered to walk her down with his hand on her waist.
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The next morning, Sakura awoke from the most pleasant sleep-in she ever had. Her covers felt so warm. The hum of that comforting baritone voice still echoed in her mind. The sheets and comforter reminded her of the security and comfort her dream man provided. The minutes she spent slowly waking from her daze were interrupted. Not by any of the girls in her dorm, but by an annoying underclassman at the door. All the other girls groan in annoyance. They all seemed to be having sweet dreams that morning.
"Miss Sakura, it is nine o' clock on a beautiful Sunday morning, and Mister Draco Hyperion Malfoy, esq. requests your pressence immediately, fully robed, in the Slytherin common room!" shouted the brave soul. Millicent rose quickly and kicked the Firstie in the can before he could try to sell them newspapers or some such rubbish.
It took her fifteen minutes, and only that because all the girls avoided her now. Pansy still shot her death glares though. Draco was waiting at the bottom of the stairwell. She had never seen him so excited about anything. He was dressed in bizarre padding, arm guards and such, custom made and embellished with emerald trim. His eyes were silver and shimmering with excitement. He motions eagerly towards the portrait door. "Today's the day of quidditch tryouts."
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