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You stroked your temple as if you're having some sort of migrane. It hurts when you rub certain parts of it.
Being a side-effect of the Legilimens back then in the Potions class perhaps. You wondered if it's really Snape who casted it on you. But whether it is him or someone else, the thing that matters more to you is that why they do that to you. Did you just got caught swearing someone's name? Did you eat someone's portion back at the breakfast? You can't help but to keep asking some silly stuffs to yourself.
"Alright now students! Wear your earmuffs and pull it out gentl-"
Oops. Too late. Crabbe pulled it out already without even wearing any protection.
Luckily you already had your earmuffs on. And now he's passing out along with some other students who hadn't equipped their giz.
"Haven't we done this job before? Why the annoying repentance?" Draco muttered beside you, his face all baboon-like as he stares at his faint friend on the floor. "Screw this, I'd rather die my hair in pink."
You gave him a huh since his words fell on your comfortably covered ears.
"That's the outcome when you pulled the Mandrake younglings without gearing yourselves beforehand - how many times should I convince you to wear first before pull?" Professor Pomona said gruffly with a disheartened sigh then commanded to re-position the muffs before yanking the roots together. "We have done this once before, yes? It should be easier now that you have known how the younglings will behave; only I ask you through not to re-pot them after gripping them out, but detach the parts I command you to and put the root back to where it has been residing in the earth." She poked a big pot near her, getting ready. The pot is ruffling slightly in her grip, shaking some of the mud from the edges of the pot. Seems she's not that bothered with those who had passed out.
"Remember, pull with utmost care, or you'll end up the same as those chums of yours. On the count of three!"
One, two,
three -
..and you could make out various high pitched shrills sharply piercing through your earmuffs, although not as loud as to make you fall out of consciousness. Like those deafening sounds you make when you clawed the black board with your nails and dragged it down hard, but much more higher in note; even after the muffs have been applied, you can still hear the screech, greatly alarming and over time, worrying. But one can only feel glad they're not being knocked out by the sound.
The brown dry root you just unearthed cries the same squeal, and it has this atrocious look on its surface. Assuming it's crying, you tend to calm it down by stroking its face but apparently your finger sticks too close to the mouth that it decided to give you a frustrated crunch.
"I hate you." You whispered to the mandrake venomously though you can't hear what you say. Draco snorted.
The professor then made out a signal to pick some things off the root without using appliances, put it back on their pots calmly, then remove the ear muffs. She ordered to examine the stems of the mandrake and make a note as she explains the uses of the parts in potion makings. You glanced at Tracey who's tearing down a small part of the stem into even smaller ones before professor had commanded so.
"It's on my needed ingredients list." She whispered to you and sled the part of the stem into the back of her robe.
Two hours of meddling inside the heated glass house, you're out with your peer to the last class, foul-smelled and covered in both dry mud and sweat, which is Care of Magical Creatures. The Transfiguration class after the Potions is fun, you thought, as you're naturally blessed with transfiguring skills and you can make a cross-species off three different animals with your eyes closed. Well okay maybe not entirely closed. You don't want to swing your wand to the wrong direction and ended up having your house points decreased like that Weasley guy you just saw back at the the end of the Potions class did. He accidentally transfigured one of the hanging caged owls into a kangaroo that wreaked havoc after McGonagall tried to revert its form back to normal but failed miserably, having then Mr. Filch, the caretaker of the school, taking over the lead to control it, though bearing no relieving results for the next two painful hours.
After that is the Divination, which is rather soporific but still entertaining nevertheless. And later so the Care of Magical Creatures. Those rock salamanders are awesome.
"How's the first day for our mistress?" Sam bombed her body to the couch next to you in the common room after the last class had ended, landing her lower legs perfectly on your lap. It's 8:20 now, and the common room's not so crowded that you two decided to just chill out down here until 9. Your other roommates are not in the dormroom too, so there's no reason just as good to stay down here waiting for the whiskeys.
"Vapid. Monotonous. Tiresome." You nudged her feet.
"Lies. I know you're enjoying every milisecond of it."
"Down to my atoms." You both pinched each other playfully. The precise moment you're both just going to start a cushion fight over the arriving boredom, someone scurries down the stairs from the boy's dorm and launches himself rough to the couch across you, making a loud puff coming from the sofa.
"Any chance seeing Crabbe, Cranked?" He asked, wiping his lips with his finger as his eyes wandered around deliberately.
"Perhaps still in the hospital wing all K.O'd, Malfork. Should've been more aware, being a friend and all. What's up?"
He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and flips it excitedly. You can see his eyes glittering with worrying enthusiasm. "Found this when browsing for some chocolate frogs in his duffel."
You and Sam took turns to look at the white envelope, then exchanged glances.
"Rennervate Crabbe." Sam agreed and just about to get up to walk to the hospital wing when Draco sticked out his thin leg across the floor to block her way.
"You nuts or something?" His voice raised in annoyance.
"Meddling with other people's private business, that's daily routine to you. Now tell me who's the nut?"
"Look," He leaned forward a bit and lowered his head. "neither of his family had ever sent any owl to him before nor everyone else who knows him, so this mail here in my hand is certainly something. And not just ordinary boring something. Something something.
No, don't say anything, just listen. See, he's been taken of this particular girl recently and praising her like she's some kind of goddess. Smooching her perfumed letters whenever he got the slightest chance, bringing and worshipping her name in every heavily unrelated topic, owling her dozens of Valentine cards out of the event and packages of packages of treats so lot he owe us two lives of prized owls for just one heck of a delivery. I even dare to bet he planned to make her so fat like him so she won't mind dating him.
Highly doubt he had even met her before though. He's not much of that casanova either. Not so good looking and things."
"You're just jealous because you either don't get any mail from your manor or don't have any date for the ball." You laughed but Draco keeps his expression stiff above the letter.
"You're just as nosy as me to butt into someone else's business, I know that more than anything, so's the reason why I bring it here. Will find this interesting, bet you."
"My nose ain't that big," You rubbed your nose. "and you're annoying."
But when Draco passes the envelope to you, you take it anyway, which brought his haughty smirk back in action.
"..just pretend I didn't do this."
"..from K." You read the front side slowly.
Sam got up from her slant and scooted closer to you. "Who, Krum? Katie Bell?"
"Initial only. And.." You flipped the envelope back and forth. "..not at all an address."
"Just read what the dame has to say." Draco urged.
You whimsically opened the folded parchment with Sam peeking over your shoulder, and cleared your throat a few times as you're about to read the neatly-written, violet-scented purple-inked letters.
"Dear Crabby-patty,
This one letter here is present to tell you how excited I am for the ball. Shall I say it for the thousandth times now, you're the calculator.
Remember our weenie promise, hun?
December 25th, half past ten,
the place you promised me under the shade of the night orb.
..break it and I'll behead you.
Much sugary love-
your princess in wonder.
P.Ssst : remember to bring some friends ;)"
You folded back the paper, and gave Draco a frown. This girl here seems feral, what with the beheading.
"It's the night of the ball." He started. "25th December, Yuletide."
"Gotta admit he got a bit of a love scooper in him. Big deal," You said, returning the envelope back to Draco. Sam had already slumped her body back to the couch in an unpleasant manner.
"But what's with her post script? Double date's up?"
"Back at Transfigurations before the ruckus that roo did, perhaps assuming I would, Crabbe asked me if I have some free time around 10 on the big day." Draco leaned his back to the sofa and luxuriously twisted his leg. He then, as he screwed his face so badly it almost looked like he just had it squashed, made a silly imitation of his friend with a strangely higher-pitched voice and hands joined tightly as if about to plead, "Draco, Draco, please. Can I have you go with me just for this time? If she finds me with no friend she will - she will surely have my head hung up the Quidditch pole without the rest of my body. Please, Draco, just this one time, one favor, one life?"
You threw a one sided snicker at him and he went back to his usual drawling cold voice.
"He thought it was in the morning though, that innocent, cherubic and overly obtuse trampoline. It was clearly stated here that it's 'under the shade of the night orb', it's not like they're gonna do things in the daylight, in the outside."
"Why did she wanted him to attend with a company anyway?" Samantha came up, half-laughing over the Crabbe imitation. "Fishy, that girl is."
"The exact thing I've been wondering out to the space, too," Draco rattled.
"And you said?"
"Wouldn't have answered before I'd know."
"Because you don't have any date yet?" Sam giggled faintly.
"That's not-"
He twitched and stammered on his seat. His facial expression undergoes a capricious change all of a sudden, and you can't help but to snort a bit.
"What about those girls?"
That made him wince badly. "Just the same as Parkinson." Draco gave you a glimpse, a smirk tends to grow on your face.
"Meant to say they're not your cup, do you. Then what about Vallerie?
The only hot topic everyone seemed to love these days was about you two, it's so easy to tell who you would end up with. With all those gossips floating about in the air it's not easy to not think about each other after all, is it right?"
Those words strung you up and your smirk turns the other way around in a second.
"Me and him?" You glared at the goose sarcastically.
"..would be dead wish." Draco replied in the same horror.
Apparently that audacious attitude of him still lingers about and is impossible to sweep once-and-for-all, even though back then at the dawn you thought at least he had learned to tame it a little in some way.
..turns out it was just a bs. That stupid doorknob and those talking tapestries. Was it all just in your mind?
..No wonder Draco is massively infatuated by you.
Those words are obviously full of deceit. You just can't believe in those bees.
Then someone opened the bare door to the common room as you both engage in a psychological warfare, Sam looking too amused to notice. He gauntly makes his steps up the stairs until a voice stopped him -
"Hey Crabby Patty," Draco called him up with his mail nick upon realization, breaking the harsh link between your eyes. That seemed to slap him up back to energy as he immediately rushed back down, four or five steps at once to snatch the mail off Draco's hand after he saw it.
"..you took my letter!?" He bellowed, putting on a horrible scowl you've never seen before coming off from a Crabbe. Then he added a horrified glance to both you and Sam, his jaw hanging loosely. "And you - you let them read it?!"
"Quit looking so silly and sit down, you short-fused bubble. I hate lifting my face up when I'm talking."
"..I told you this is out-of-the-way, Draco!"
"You'd think I'm deaf enough not to get it - I just want to help you out here by asking the girls what should you wear for the night, see?"
You and Sam exchanged weird glances again. Draco curled his upper lips in bemusement.
"Lassies think things differently, so I get the figure they can help you out in one way or another. You wouldn't want to miss your chance infatuating that damsel on such special night, after all." He stretched his body on the couch and elbowed his pal's ribs when he's in his reach.
Smart reason. It seemed to have lowered Crabbe's temper as his grumpy face began to sparse off, replacing it with much relaxed one.
Then he noticed you're looking at him and turned his head to you. "..really? Vallerie?"
"Mmyeah." You replied tentatively - obviously you're supposed to tag along. Draco throws you an immediate wink under Crabbe's thick ogre arm. Guess you don't have any choice. Sam initiates you a look that says, after you.
"Kay then, Crab. I don't know what you had in collection and I can't storm in to the boy's dorm, so it's all in you to dig through your closet and pick the ones that make you look less fat but still fancy." You wrapped your hand tightly and traveled your eyes around Crabbe's wide body in pretense to think of something suiting him. "Any color will do, just don't make it too colorful, girls would dump you straight when they find out they're going with a clown."
"Spray some daring perfume and wear gels if you must. I'm thinking about double vents jacket or three piece suit, what do you think Val?"
"Sounds gorgeous, but then you're gonna need some ties. Pick the ones with matching colors, no polka-dots or stripes, I warn you, and make sure your bottoms aren't too tight for you to walk around casually. Nothing worse than walking around with a bunny-hopping gorilla, that is."
"Look sharp, be gentle and genuine. Show some care to her; bring flowers, write romantic poems, sing a song."
"Cuddle her tight, learn how to peck and French kiss."
"Brush your teeth."
"Comb your hair."
"Shave your goatee."
"Read Kama Sutra-"
"Okay enough with the tips parade," Draco cut off with a sickened expression, already suspecting you to say some hefty things about making out. "He didn't even have any goatee, look at him."
Crabbe, all amazed, shows his gratitude by thanking both of you for the wise advices before he scraped his hair shyly. At least that helped to make him forget about you imprudently reading his love letter.
And you're just about to ask him who's this shawty he's gonna go with when someone yet again brought the common room's door to wide open rather loudly.
"Parkinson," Draco and Sam pointed at the same time to the girl.
"Craneend-"
She pauses for a moment and looked to Draco's direction in great discomfort.
"Well, whatever your name was - Snape's calling you."
You raised your eyebrows.
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You stroked your temple as if you're having some sort of migrane. It hurts when you rub certain parts of it.
Being a side-effect of the Legilimens back then in the Potions class perhaps. You wondered if it's really Snape who casted it on you. But whether it is him or someone else, the thing that matters more to you is that why they do that to you. Did you just got caught swearing someone's name? Did you eat someone's portion back at the breakfast? You can't help but to keep asking some silly stuffs to yourself.
"Alright now students! Wear your earmuffs and pull it out gentl-"
Oops. Too late. Crabbe pulled it out already without even wearing any protection.
Luckily you already had your earmuffs on. And now he's passing out along with some other students who hadn't equipped their giz.
"Haven't we done this job before? Why the annoying repentance?" Draco muttered beside you, his face all baboon-like as he stares at his faint friend on the floor. "Screw this, I'd rather die my hair in pink."
You gave him a huh since his words fell on your comfortably covered ears.
"That's the outcome when you pulled the Mandrake younglings without gearing yourselves beforehand - how many times should I convince you to wear first before pull?" Professor Pomona said gruffly with a disheartened sigh then commanded to re-position the muffs before yanking the roots together. "We have done this once before, yes? It should be easier now that you have known how the younglings will behave; only I ask you through not to re-pot them after gripping them out, but detach the parts I command you to and put the root back to where it has been residing in the earth." She poked a big pot near her, getting ready. The pot is ruffling slightly in her grip, shaking some of the mud from the edges of the pot. Seems she's not that bothered with those who had passed out.
"Remember, pull with utmost care, or you'll end up the same as those chums of yours. On the count of three!"
One, two,
three -
..and you could make out various high pitched shrills sharply piercing through your earmuffs, although not as loud as to make you fall out of consciousness. Like those deafening sounds you make when you clawed the black board with your nails and dragged it down hard, but much more higher in note; even after the muffs have been applied, you can still hear the screech, greatly alarming and over time, worrying. But one can only feel glad they're not being knocked out by the sound.
The brown dry root you just unearthed cries the same squeal, and it has this atrocious look on its surface. Assuming it's crying, you tend to calm it down by stroking its face but apparently your finger sticks too close to the mouth that it decided to give you a frustrated crunch.
"I hate you." You whispered to the mandrake venomously though you can't hear what you say. Draco snorted.
The professor then made out a signal to pick some things off the root without using appliances, put it back on their pots calmly, then remove the ear muffs. She ordered to examine the stems of the mandrake and make a note as she explains the uses of the parts in potion makings. You glanced at Tracey who's tearing down a small part of the stem into even smaller ones before professor had commanded so.
"It's on my needed ingredients list." She whispered to you and sled the part of the stem into the back of her robe.
Two hours of meddling inside the heated glass house, you're out with your peer to the last class, foul-smelled and covered in both dry mud and sweat, which is Care of Magical Creatures. The Transfiguration class after the Potions is fun, you thought, as you're naturally blessed with transfiguring skills and you can make a cross-species off three different animals with your eyes closed. Well okay maybe not entirely closed. You don't want to swing your wand to the wrong direction and ended up having your house points decreased like that Weasley guy you just saw back at the the end of the Potions class did. He accidentally transfigured one of the hanging caged owls into a kangaroo that wreaked havoc after McGonagall tried to revert its form back to normal but failed miserably, having then Mr. Filch, the caretaker of the school, taking over the lead to control it, though bearing no relieving results for the next two painful hours.
After that is the Divination, which is rather soporific but still entertaining nevertheless. And later so the Care of Magical Creatures. Those rock salamanders are awesome.
"How's the first day for our mistress?" Sam bombed her body to the couch next to you in the common room after the last class had ended, landing her lower legs perfectly on your lap. It's 8:20 now, and the common room's not so crowded that you two decided to just chill out down here until 9. Your other roommates are not in the dormroom too, so there's no reason just as good to stay down here waiting for the whiskeys.
"Vapid. Monotonous. Tiresome." You nudged her feet.
"Lies. I know you're enjoying every milisecond of it."
"Down to my atoms." You both pinched each other playfully. The precise moment you're both just going to start a cushion fight over the arriving boredom, someone scurries down the stairs from the boy's dorm and launches himself rough to the couch across you, making a loud puff coming from the sofa.
"Any chance seeing Crabbe, Cranked?" He asked, wiping his lips with his finger as his eyes wandered around deliberately.
"Perhaps still in the hospital wing all K.O'd, Malfork. Should've been more aware, being a friend and all. What's up?"
He pulled out an envelope from his pocket and flips it excitedly. You can see his eyes glittering with worrying enthusiasm. "Found this when browsing for some chocolate frogs in his duffel."
You and Sam took turns to look at the white envelope, then exchanged glances.
"Rennervate Crabbe." Sam agreed and just about to get up to walk to the hospital wing when Draco sticked out his thin leg across the floor to block her way.
"You nuts or something?" His voice raised in annoyance.
"Meddling with other people's private business, that's daily routine to you. Now tell me who's the nut?"
"Look," He leaned forward a bit and lowered his head. "neither of his family had ever sent any owl to him before nor everyone else who knows him, so this mail here in my hand is certainly something. And not just ordinary boring something. Something something.
No, don't say anything, just listen. See, he's been taken of this particular girl recently and praising her like she's some kind of goddess. Smooching her perfumed letters whenever he got the slightest chance, bringing and worshipping her name in every heavily unrelated topic, owling her dozens of Valentine cards out of the event and packages of packages of treats so lot he owe us two lives of prized owls for just one heck of a delivery. I even dare to bet he planned to make her so fat like him so she won't mind dating him.
Highly doubt he had even met her before though. He's not much of that casanova either. Not so good looking and things."
"You're just jealous because you either don't get any mail from your manor or don't have any date for the ball." You laughed but Draco keeps his expression stiff above the letter.
"You're just as nosy as me to butt into someone else's business, I know that more than anything, so's the reason why I bring it here. Will find this interesting, bet you."
"My nose ain't that big," You rubbed your nose. "and you're annoying."
But when Draco passes the envelope to you, you take it anyway, which brought his haughty smirk back in action.
"..just pretend I didn't do this."
"..from K." You read the front side slowly.
Sam got up from her slant and scooted closer to you. "Who, Krum? Katie Bell?"
"Initial only. And.." You flipped the envelope back and forth. "..not at all an address."
"Just read what the dame has to say." Draco urged.
You whimsically opened the folded parchment with Sam peeking over your shoulder, and cleared your throat a few times as you're about to read the neatly-written, violet-scented purple-inked letters.
"Dear Crabby-patty,
This one letter here is present to tell you how excited I am for the ball. Shall I say it for the thousandth times now, you're the calculator.
Remember our weenie promise, hun?
December 25th, half past ten,
the place you promised me under the shade of the night orb.
..break it and I'll behead you.
Much sugary love-
your princess in wonder.
P.Ssst : remember to bring some friends ;)"
You folded back the paper, and gave Draco a frown. This girl here seems feral, what with the beheading.
"It's the night of the ball." He started. "25th December, Yuletide."
"Gotta admit he got a bit of a love scooper in him. Big deal," You said, returning the envelope back to Draco. Sam had already slumped her body back to the couch in an unpleasant manner.
"But what's with her post script? Double date's up?"
"Back at Transfigurations before the ruckus that roo did, perhaps assuming I would, Crabbe asked me if I have some free time around 10 on the big day." Draco leaned his back to the sofa and luxuriously twisted his leg. He then, as he screwed his face so badly it almost looked like he just had it squashed, made a silly imitation of his friend with a strangely higher-pitched voice and hands joined tightly as if about to plead, "Draco, Draco, please. Can I have you go with me just for this time? If she finds me with no friend she will - she will surely have my head hung up the Quidditch pole without the rest of my body. Please, Draco, just this one time, one favor, one life?"
You threw a one sided snicker at him and he went back to his usual drawling cold voice.
"He thought it was in the morning though, that innocent, cherubic and overly obtuse trampoline. It was clearly stated here that it's 'under the shade of the night orb', it's not like they're gonna do things in the daylight, in the outside."
"Why did she wanted him to attend with a company anyway?" Samantha came up, half-laughing over the Crabbe imitation. "Fishy, that girl is."
"The exact thing I've been wondering out to the space, too," Draco rattled.
"And you said?"
"Wouldn't have answered before I'd know."
"Because you don't have any date yet?" Sam giggled faintly.
"That's not-"
He twitched and stammered on his seat. His facial expression undergoes a capricious change all of a sudden, and you can't help but to snort a bit.
"What about those girls?"
That made him wince badly. "Just the same as Parkinson." Draco gave you a glimpse, a smirk tends to grow on your face.
"Meant to say they're not your cup, do you. Then what about Vallerie?
The only hot topic everyone seemed to love these days was about you two, it's so easy to tell who you would end up with. With all those gossips floating about in the air it's not easy to not think about each other after all, is it right?"
Those words strung you up and your smirk turns the other way around in a second.
"Me and him?" You glared at the goose sarcastically.
"..would be dead wish." Draco replied in the same horror.
Apparently that audacious attitude of him still lingers about and is impossible to sweep once-and-for-all, even though back then at the dawn you thought at least he had learned to tame it a little in some way.
..turns out it was just a bs. That stupid doorknob and those talking tapestries. Was it all just in your mind?
..No wonder Draco is massively infatuated by you.
Those words are obviously full of deceit. You just can't believe in those bees.
Then someone opened the bare door to the common room as you both engage in a psychological warfare, Sam looking too amused to notice. He gauntly makes his steps up the stairs until a voice stopped him -
"Hey Crabby Patty," Draco called him up with his mail nick upon realization, breaking the harsh link between your eyes. That seemed to slap him up back to energy as he immediately rushed back down, four or five steps at once to snatch the mail off Draco's hand after he saw it.
"..you took my letter!?" He bellowed, putting on a horrible scowl you've never seen before coming off from a Crabbe. Then he added a horrified glance to both you and Sam, his jaw hanging loosely. "And you - you let them read it?!"
"Quit looking so silly and sit down, you short-fused bubble. I hate lifting my face up when I'm talking."
"..I told you this is out-of-the-way, Draco!"
"You'd think I'm deaf enough not to get it - I just want to help you out here by asking the girls what should you wear for the night, see?"
You and Sam exchanged weird glances again. Draco curled his upper lips in bemusement.
"Lassies think things differently, so I get the figure they can help you out in one way or another. You wouldn't want to miss your chance infatuating that damsel on such special night, after all." He stretched his body on the couch and elbowed his pal's ribs when he's in his reach.
Smart reason. It seemed to have lowered Crabbe's temper as his grumpy face began to sparse off, replacing it with much relaxed one.
Then he noticed you're looking at him and turned his head to you. "..really? Vallerie?"
"Mmyeah." You replied tentatively - obviously you're supposed to tag along. Draco throws you an immediate wink under Crabbe's thick ogre arm. Guess you don't have any choice. Sam initiates you a look that says, after you.
"Kay then, Crab. I don't know what you had in collection and I can't storm in to the boy's dorm, so it's all in you to dig through your closet and pick the ones that make you look less fat but still fancy." You wrapped your hand tightly and traveled your eyes around Crabbe's wide body in pretense to think of something suiting him. "Any color will do, just don't make it too colorful, girls would dump you straight when they find out they're going with a clown."
"Spray some daring perfume and wear gels if you must. I'm thinking about double vents jacket or three piece suit, what do you think Val?"
"Sounds gorgeous, but then you're gonna need some ties. Pick the ones with matching colors, no polka-dots or stripes, I warn you, and make sure your bottoms aren't too tight for you to walk around casually. Nothing worse than walking around with a bunny-hopping gorilla, that is."
"Look sharp, be gentle and genuine. Show some care to her; bring flowers, write romantic poems, sing a song."
"Cuddle her tight, learn how to peck and French kiss."
"Brush your teeth."
"Comb your hair."
"Shave your goatee."
"Read Kama Sutra-"
"Okay enough with the tips parade," Draco cut off with a sickened expression, already suspecting you to say some hefty things about making out. "He didn't even have any goatee, look at him."
Crabbe, all amazed, shows his gratitude by thanking both of you for the wise advices before he scraped his hair shyly. At least that helped to make him forget about you imprudently reading his love letter.
And you're just about to ask him who's this shawty he's gonna go with when someone yet again brought the common room's door to wide open rather loudly.
"Parkinson," Draco and Sam pointed at the same time to the girl.
"Craneend-"
She pauses for a moment and looked to Draco's direction in great discomfort.
"Well, whatever your name was - Snape's calling you."
You raised your eyebrows.
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Story: Resistance is Futile
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