12Hello fellow Potterheads and fangirls alike!
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Chapter 3: Breakfast With The Enemy
"Who was that?" Harry breathed into Draco's ear, feeling cold sweat on his face.
"Blaze Zabini, he's in our year, Slytherin. Don't you recognise him? He's in most of our classes." Draco explained, slowly backing up behind a shelf, incase the midnight wonderers returned.
"Yeah, I know Zabini, but who was the cloaked guy? Did you see his face?" Harry asked, whipping off the cloak and stuffing it in the inside pocket of his robes as Draco shook his head, looking baffled, Harry doubted anyone would be here, and they would have time to put the cloak back on if they did hear anyone. "Anyway, we can worry about that later, I've got bigger problems" He grimaced, glancing down at the long tail.
"Okay, whats this book called, then? Where would it be?" Draco muttered, quietly un bolting the doors to the restricted section, cringing when it made a particularly loud creak.
"In called ... Um ... '10 fail safe ways on becoming animagus' I think, by Bathilda Bagshot." Harry replied, skimming over old, dusty book spines, pulling one out every now and then to check the title.
"Got it!" Exclaimed Draco from a few feet away, holding out a small, square book covered in different animal foot prints.
"Okay ... aha! Chapter 12, returning to human form, page 107 ... There we go." Harry flicked to said page, and started muttering under his breath.
Two long hours later found a dosing off Slytherin, drifting off and suddenly coming back to reality, on the floor, propped up by the wall; And a frustrated looking Gryfinndor, muttering spells and trying all sorts of odd techniques recommended by the book propped open if front of him on how to get rid of these annoying ears and whiskers and his tail.
"I think I've done it!" He suddenly Exclaimed, causing Draco to slide down the wall in surprise. "Yeah, I don't- I don't see any ears, can we go now?" Draco whined, scrambling to his feel and dragging the other boy to the door.
"Okay okay! Let me put the cloak on us!" Harry pulled out the silver, air like cloak and draped it over the two. "Ugh, Defence against the dark arts first thing in the morning; Got a feeling Snape won't appreciate us drifting off to sleep in class." Harry grimaced, dreading class the next day.
"Well, if you partner with me, he's bound to leave you alone, because everyone loves Draco Malfoy, and anyone I deem fit for my presence, must be worthy of respect" Draco put on a pompous voice, a smirk gracing his pointed features.
"So you deem me fit for your presence, after five years of torment." Harry turned to look at Draco, raising an eye brow.
"I dunno, you don't seem as much of a stuck up, playing the hero type of guy I had you down for." Draco thought about this for a second, wondering why it felt like they'd been friends since childhood, the way they had been talking for the last few hours.
"Well I'm flattered" Harry snorted, but wondered if this meant they were past their rivalry. Suddenly, they were at the stair case that split off to the Dungeons one way and the towers the other.
"Um ... Should I meet you in the great Hall, um ... we've got Defence first, still up for working together?" Draco felt rather awkward saying that, a slight blush creeping up his neck at the childish request he had just offered. Of corse his not going to go with you! The only reason he hasn't cursed you by now is because you helped him. It will be back to normal tomorrow. Draco scolded himself, waiting for Harry to sneer at his question.
"Yeah, sure. You can come at sit at the Gryffindor table if your really brave." Harry smirked, cocking up an eyebrow.
"Challenge accepted!" Draco laughed "see you tomorrow" He slipped from underneath the cloak, and headed towards the Slytherin common room.
Harry woke with a start. Just a dream ... He thought to himself, sitting bolt upright. He had been having nightmares about that same things since he came back to Hogwarts for 6th year. About Voldemort. About Ron and Hermione wanting to help no matter what it took to bring him down. About everyone who was putting their life on the line for him.
"You all right mate?" Ron glanced at Harry, slipping on his robe and checking his timetable, "did you sleep at all? You look really tired ..." Looking concerned, Ron waited for the groggy Gryiffindor to reply. "Yeah, a bit, didn't get much sleep. Got my self into a tight situation with Mrs. Norris, couldn't get back to the tower for ages." Harry muttered, laughing slightly. Well, that was partly true, he just decided to leave out the bit about him being animagus, or the fact that he was now friends with Draco Malfoy. It's for the best, he would let Ron find out when Draco came to sit with Harry.
"Defence, charms, free period, then potions." Ron reeled off today's lessons, smiling slightly as Hermione greeted them in the common room. "Right, down to breakfast?" Ron asked, glancing at them both. "Starving" They both replied, climbing through the portrait hole, ignoring the fat lady's ghastly singing as they walked away.
"Hi Ron! Good luck at the quidditch team trials tomorrow!" The trio were greeted with the girlish squeal of Lavender Brown as that sat down at the Gryffindor table. "Erm ... Hi Lavender, thanks ..." Ron seemed rather taken aback by the teens remark towards him, thinking maybe she was talking to Harry and just said hello to him first.
Loading his plate with bacon and toast, Harry looked around, waiting for a certain blonde haired Slytherin to enter the great hall. "So what did you do? To get held up last night I mean." Ron asked, his mouth full of food.
"Oh it's nothing, I just-" but he was cut off by Hermione.
"Ron, don't talk with your mouth full! It's revolting!" Hermione gave the chewing boy next to her a reproachful look before propping a text book (Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them) against the milk jug and started on her cornflakes. "All guys do it! Learn to live with it!" Ron defended, draining his goblet.
"Harry doesn't act like a Gorilla every time he eats! Do you Harry?"
But Harry wasn't bothered about replying to the bickering pair beside him, he had just caught sight of Draco walking through the doors into the Great Hall. Gulping, Harry decided it was best to warn his friends, who hated Draco's guts with a passion, that he may be joining them for breakfast. "Erm ... guys? I need to - I mean, there may be someone joining us, but don't freak out." Harry gulped, gaining the pairs attention.
"What do you mean? Don't tell be you've hooked up with that Chang chick again." Ron groaned, looking over to the Ravenclaw table. "No, no, um, well last night while I was out I met Dra- Malfoy, and we got talking and ... Y'know, he's not as much of a tosser as we thought and I think he may be joining us for breakfast. Oh look here he is! Please don't murder him, or me for that matter" Harry muttered smiling at the Slytherin who was cautiously walking towards them, as if he was frightened one of them might pounce on him. "Hey Harry, mind if I join you guys?" Draco asked, trying to ignore the death stare Ron was giving him. "Sure, yeah sit down." Harry had a silent row with Ron through eye contact, warning him to act civilised. With a roll of his eyes, Ron gave in, turning towards the guy he had hated for five years.
"So, what brings you away from your little buddy's and to the table of the Lions?" Ron tried to say this as pleasant as he could, but he couldn't keep the edge of sarcasm out of his voice.
"I was invited." Draco replied shortly. No, he must be nice, if he wasn't willing to be nice to Harry's best friends, then he would be quickly rejected by Harry, he was sure of it. "Erm ... So, did you guys do that werewolf essay Snape assigned us?" Draco glanced at the three of them, hoping Ron and Hermione would act reasonably pleasant.
"No, I hope no one does it, just to prove a point to Snape." Hermione spat, glaring at the milk jug, as though it had caused her serious offence. "Yeah, I mean, since when do we need to know how to hunt and kill a werewolf? It's ridiculous, it's not even in the corse!" Harry added, sharing a hateful glare about the obviously touchy subject with Ron who joined the two in scoffing about Snape.
"Did you do it?" Hermione asked, staring at Draco with a chillingly piercing glare.
"Oh the, the essay? Er ... Yeah bu-" Draco stuttered before being interrupted by Hermione, "Ha! Of corse! Snapes little Slytherin pet!" Hermione scoffed, going back to Fantastic Beasts and where to find them.
"Oh, Snape certainly won't consider me a Slytherin pet once he reads my essay" Draco laughed, deciding to ignore Hermione's insult.
"What do you mean? Let's have a look" Harry abandoned his toast, sticking out his hand, waiting for Draco to fish out the essay from his bag.
Harry, Hermione and Ron all leaned over the short scroll of parchment in Harry's hand and started to read.
How successfully hunt and kill a werewolf
Draco Malfoy
Fist of all, you need to understand that werewolf's are normal people who've had an unfortunate attack occur in their life. You then keep well away from all areas that are safe guarded during the period of full moons (they're safe guarded for a reason) After completing these two steps, you should no longer feel the urge to hunt or kill any werewolf (or try to teach your students, who may be good friends with a werewolf, how to hunt and kill them) No matter how blood thirsty werewolves act when transformed, you must remember that they are NOT in control of their mind or body (although a stag, rat and dog sometimes help, as you are aware) Unless you see a person explaining how they like to terrorise villages and bite innocent children and adults when they transform, don't assume they are an evil, blood thirsty werewolf. If this is your logic, then when you're sleeping tonight, I'll just assume your dead and bury you on the outskirts of the forbidden Forrest.
"I'd be surprised if you don't get expelled for that" Ron laughed, glancing up and Draco, who was smirking at their sniggering faces.
"You've got guts" Hermione added, chuckling at the parchment in Harry's hand.
"Yeah, can't wait to see the look on Snape's face when you hand it in." Harry laughed, glancing down at his watch. "Damn! We better get going, it's 5 minutes until lessons" abandoning their breakfast in a hurry, the four 6th years grabbed their bags and made their way to Snape's room, which was thankfully not very far away from the Great Hall.
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