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March on.
"I heard the pictures over at the boys' dorm are causing quite a ruckus this morning," Daphne squinted to your direction after fifteen minutes of lovage-gathering for her needed ingredients, wasting about ten minutes yawning and criticizing how gross the dirt gluing on her gloves is. This morning you had Potion's class, in which Snape alerted you to return the ingredients before Sunday, so she asked you to accompany her today to the greenhouse two during the break time. That reminds you to get your ingredients too. You better be fast at it because it's already Thursday.
"Something about dating..? However senseless that sounds. They said they're muted by the Silencio spell and the person responsible for this ran away like the coward he is. As a framed person, literally, that has been hanging for centuries on the wall and saw every student walk pass the corridor everyday, more often that it had went to visit another pictures even, you'd think they memorize every of the faces of the boys, which I believe mustn't be that difficult to remember, like that chubby Crabbe and pointy Draco for instance. On the other hand though, don't them boys have anything else better to do at night than pestering pictures?"
"Yyyeah." You chuckled awkwardly, finding yourself struggling to speak more, and looked away.
It's she, Daph. Doubtlessly.
It shocks you enough to know that the potion you stole this dawn isn't actually the one you're looking for. After you huddled back to your room avoiding the animate yet silent pictures in the boy's dorm, Sam woke up confused as the invisibility charm still hadn't worn out of effect, and helped you analyze what potion you just took from Draco's room after a short explanation of what had happened in the corridor.
Turns out it's a Veritaserum instead of a Love Potion. You almost banged your head onto the wall after finding out your efforts had gone to complete waste. Nothing can tell what he's gonna do now if he knows you took it from him, or even worse, what he's gonna do to your Love Potion.
But at least it gives you enough solace to know that those pictures didn't know about your identity, albeit them can see through your charm, let alone your gender. You realized how dangerous it was back then. If they found out who you are.. you don't even want to think about it.
"Have you collected enough for your task, dear?" Madam Pomona Sprout, the Herbology teacher, wheeled her body from a row of pots after wiping some dirt off her hands, the rest of her body covered up in earth still. Daphne nodded uninterestedly, gliding the gloves she used to pot the lovages, and gave her a bitter thanks, but Madam Sprout seemed to be a bit more concerned about something else to hear it. Her face isn't showing the airiness it used to be either.
"Something wrong Madam?" You asked out of curiosity as Daphne headed to the door.
"Well ..Cranindor, is it?
Some of the Mandragora younglings in the greenhouse three have been missing certain parts of their body. Or stem, technically. It has been happening since the start of the term. Oh my, their cries when I try to pot them up earlier today - Pomfrey wouldn't be pleased if I hadn't wear the muff.
Did you took them too?"
"We didn't. We're only looking for the lovage."
"Is that so. Well, thank you for worrying, then."
She said cordially and you sled out of the greenhouse, helping Daphne to carry some of her ingredients to the school building. You wondered. Perhaps it's Tracey's doing? You recalled her dispatching a small part of the stem few days ago, also for the Potion's task. She took it no more from one youngling though.
As you wondered about something else, Daphne's fussing about how her hair frizzles up this morning after she had woken up, groaning if she leaves it like this she won't get any man to dance with him on the night of the Yuletide and furthermore, a husband. Upon your arrival in the Entrance Hall however, she began to mention things about the dormroom having a strong smell of coffee this morning, and that she dreamed about you sneaking out of the room in the middle of the night. You desperately attempted to bent the topic into today's breakfast, in which contained treacle pudding in it. You're lucky she loves it as much as you do.
But then you stumbled onto Draco and Gregory when you're both just about to enter the Great Hall. Shoot.
"Cramp!" Draco hailed in high tone, which made both you and him lurch at the same time.
"I mean- ..Vallerie."
He must've been aware about your mischief of confiscating his (YOUR) potion now, judging by his somewhat peevish expression. You held your breath, blundering, cold sweat's trailing down your temple as if it begs for an escape.
"You.. you..!"
The thrilling Jaws theme pummels through your ears.
"..what are you doing wandering about with that thing on your shoulder?"
"..Oh-"
You jolted after you turned around to look where his finger pointed at and found a funny-looking ball of purple thick fur, resting contently on your shoulder.
And, after closer inspection, you realized it has a pair of black eyes and small nostrils just beneath it. Now screw that; where did it come from? You've never seen this kind of creature before, and it sure scares you a bit by a mere look in the eye, but gosh. So it's not about the potion. Your cold sweat feels like it seeps back to your skin all happy and relieved.
Within one second, Draco had stepped closer to you and started stroking the thing's fur, his expression undergoes an abrupt change all of a sudden. On the contrary though, was Daphne, who slowly inched away with a look of disgust in her face.
"What is this ..thing? And all this time I didn't realize it had been there, neither did even you?"
"I wasn't paying enough attention, I'm still.." Her sentence was brought to a slow pause by a yawn then said again with teary eyes, "..none other than the Pygmy puff; you didn't know about it?"
"Pig what?"
Draco sniggered. "Scaredy - it's harmless to the root of its fur,"
"Arnold! There you are!"
Someone cantered in a hurry from the same direction Draco and Goyle came from. Much to your surprise, it's Ginny.
"..Ginny?"
"Val-"
"Umf. It's Ninny - The Queen Weasels." Gregory flouts, giving a curt greet to the Gryff before you.
"Princess Wisely, more like. At least be kinder when she's got no company, Goyle."
And there follows Draco. You looked at Ginny whose expression isn't a pleasing one. But he didn't even bother to turn his head to look at her; he stays close to you, still playing with the squeaky ball on your shoulder. He seems to be fond of animals, remembering the dogs his family had back in the manor. You shifted restlessly as you realize he throws a look at you once in a while with a sentimental smile. And a very sentimental one. "If you don't mind us Knut-less people asking, what sort of pathetic begging you need to do for your family now at this very day of misery?"
Without responding at all, Ginny whistles a faint call. That made the furry friend bounces off your shoulder in almost an instant, biting Draco's finger and hitting him head-on all in the same time, and rolls somewhat joyfully to Ginny as Draco swears. Powerful little thing.
"..he loves lovage." Ginny reasons, but seemingly only to you. You can sense a faint friendly expression spreading on her face when she looks at you, but she seemed rather hesitate knowing there are other Slytherins nearby. She lowered her body and lent out a hand for her Arnold to jump in. "Sorry."
"It's okay." You responded lightly with a smile, thinking to give some slices of the lovage, but Daphne isn't giving you the look that allows you. Then she's off again, hurdling to the corridor with her pet, but not before she turned her head around, shooting three last glances; one at you, next at the angry Draco, then back at the confused you again, a look of suspicion flashes on her eyes. Draco rubbed his finger annoyingly.
"Watch that fang, you halfwitted ignoramus sucker!" He snarled at Ginny's Arnold, his finger's bleeding.
"..I thought you said it's harmless. To the root of its fur."
"Maybe not as deep,"
He ached, then leveled down his eyes to his finger painfully. Seems a bit deep, the bite - and the blood drips down fast from his hand. Daphne approached him and opted to wrap his finger with her handkerchief, but Draco quickly gave you a glare that reads along the line of 'don't just watch - you forgot something?'. Of course that shot you back to realization; you briskly offered to do it for him after setting aside the lovages to free your hand, acting all caring and loving by asking his condition and stuffs. You constantly turn your head around as you're doing your job, in case Ginny is still around. Seeing her this morning reminds you of the letter you hadn't have chance to reply to since days ago - you greatly thanked the procrastinator inside you. Then as you began to drift away to think about your Love Potion, Draco distracted you off as if he just read your mind, "while in the mention,
have some free time tomorrow after class?"
"Why ask?"
"So you really did forget," He exhales in irk and flinched as you began to wrap his finger in bandages. "Due this Saturday - two days from today, if that reminds you of something."
"You have Unicorn's blood on your list of needed ingredients, don't you Val?" Daphne held up the lovages you left with her hands. Seems heavy. Draco motioned his other hand, gesturing Goyle to help her, then without even hearing your answer first, they trailed off to the Great Hall together.
"If I can finish my DADA's assignment before it kills me first," You turned to Draco and bit your lip as you think, "well, yes."
"Then tomorrow night, 11 o'clock, common room straight. Be sure to bring your protection."
An abrupt, awkward pause got brought up after. Your eyes grow wide, startled.
"..I-I meant your wand, your wand!" He quickly remarked and flinched again for the last time when you finished wrapping his finger and tapped it lightly. You sniveled and eyed to the wallclock near the Hall door. "Let's just head for the afternoon class then. No - let me lead this time, I know where it is." You quickly stopped him from taking a step ahead past you.
Somewhat rather miffed, Draco followed your lead, sighing time to time as you both traipse around the school; apparently after 20 minutes of quiet and aimless walking, you arrived back to the front of the Great Hall, clumsily deciding you should really get a map of the school ground later this weekend. You turned back to see Draco leaning his right shoulder to a pillar lazily, then finally gave up and made him run you few more laps around the school before reminding that the next lesson is Care of Magical Creatures, which is situated obviously outside the building out in the lawn.
And as the date goes by, the sun finally settled down after one, hectic day.
Some of the Slytherin girls had gone back to their rooms after hours and hours of splashing you with questions in the common room about your fake relationship with Draco. Why didn't you just wait somewhere else as you wait for these scumbags to return to their rooms, you don't know yourself. The clock now ticks 11:00. Draco showed up about 2 minutes after, stumbling, panting and grousing as he plods down the stairs. By the time he set his feet up the carpet in the middle of the common room, the last sound of a closing door upstairs had echoed, approving that the others had completely gone back to their rooms leaving only the two of you lurking in the common room at the present.
"Filthy interviewers," He complained. "They hadn't bring any notes today - I bet anything they'll come back tomorrow."
"So we both express the same drawback of this drama?" You drummed your finger to your lap impatiently as you leaned to the armchair. "At least I came to realizations. This thing is getting us nowhere. Useless, as to speak, if not to mention preventing you to spill my secrets out to our parents."
"And to expect you'd think I'm slow enough not to come to the same conclusion.. I knew it right from the start, weighing the consequences before you even realize it had consequences."
"Yeah, as that has a possibility to get us out of the situation now," You rocked forwards and glinted. "I don't care - this is all because of you. Anyway, what kind of plot did you formulate now?"
He grunted, then pulls out his wand from his robe valiantly, silently muttering something. "Brought yours?"
You nodded, remembering about protection but quickly shrugged off, shot yourself up from your comfortable sitting position and walked after him, heading outside the dungeon, then through the stairs which seemed to be taking forever.You're still thinking about your Love Potion.
"What are we gonna do again?" You asked, your brain suddenly went blank with all the thinking your brain's not used to. Draco looked at you after making a sharp turn around the corner of the corridor with one of his eyebrows raising glumly.
"Duh. We're gonna go get the blood and hair. What else there is to do at this time of eve, dating?"
"Look, I'm coping my brain out to form an intelligent witty plan to get my Love Potion from you, knowing that you won't give it back to me anytime soon without selling it in high price." You galloped behind him as if you're both in a tight race. Everytime you found yourself just few steps away behind him, he seemed to pace his walk up until you're both miles away again.
"What did you do to it?"
He snorted playfully like a dying furnace. "Nothing."
"Yet?"
He chose to keep, if not sprinting, walking in rather fast speed.
No sooner than four minutes you realize you're already outside the school on the vast, grassy grounds. You're then amazed as you come to notice how neither of you met up with Mr. Filch nor the ghosts in your way out. The clean grass rippling around your feet feels oddly humid, same as the wind that rapes your hair. There's a small stone hut down the slope, lanterns on; Draco told you it's the house where Hagrid the half-giant, the gamekeeper also the Care of Magical Creatures' teacher resides, but as you're halfway down the slope, he led you out of the stone road to the other way instead of going there.
"We're heading to the forest, before you ask." Draco said quietly. Upon arriving on the edge of a black, dark forest, he held your hand, carefully stepping onto the lumpy lower-leveled ground and cuts the overgrown grasses around him to ease his movement. "This - is the only place I can think of. I've been here before when I had the detention back in the first year, and I never love this place. Ouch!" He raises his right feet in pain as though he had stepped on something sharp on the ground, then advanced on more carefully as he said again, "That bushy giant need not to know a thing we're going here tonight, hear me?"
"..but two 4th years skulking about in this time of night in the forest - I was getting afraid you'd think we're having a spree. I'd prefer that Hagrid goes with us honestly." You said timidly, landing your shoes on the earth path. "And I recall Dumbeldor said something about Forbidden Forest too at the start-of-the-term feast. Tell me this is it?"
"This is it." He replied, half coughing. "As the name tells and you re-stated, we can't wander around in here, anytime at all; but you read the lists. We both have to get the blood and hair or else. Unicorns live here."
"Can't it possibly be something else? Why hair and blood, of all things? Of all gorillas and trolls - Unicorn's?"
"Fly back to castle now after all the way here and ask Snape yourself, would you?"
As you both proceed deeper to the forest, it gets even darker you had to light your wands to look where you're stepping on. Trees are getting bigger in size, also amount, and the round moon files up brightly on the deep-blue sky. The air slaps so hard on your face as if its trying to warn you something unpleasant's up ahead, forcing you back to school. What's it called again - Forbidden Forest? That doesn't sound so promising. That doesn't sound promising at all, you corrected yourself as you came across a spider as huge as your head dangling from one of the tree branches, almost accidentally hitting it with your shoulder. You sneaked here to do things that you consider illegal while the place itself is illegal to cross.. you don't want to think what Dumludore would do to you two if they found out about this.
Strange noises are coming from the bushes nearby when Draco strikes another conversation again to distract you off it. Sadly it's not something you would really prefer any better to contemplate with.
"If not the uncomfortable atmosphere its giving here, it's you, definitely."
"What?" You realized you're both still holding hands. You rashly pulled your hands off his and paced your steps behind him.
"See, the thing is,
whenever I come here, it's always with the person I dislike the most. You and Potter."
You clammed your mouth the moment it opens up to retort his words. This is not a happy time to battle verbally. Trolls or some sort could've attacked you because you woke them up from their sleep and break your wands before you could even swing it. Or even worse, it could break your neck instead. You wearily wandered your eyes around the trees, hoping, yet at the same time not hoping to see something in between shadows.
"You sure there are unicorns around here? I can't believe Snape is ordering us to kill magical creatures."
"..Positive if no one had destroyed the entire legend. The one I saw dead back then is different story though."
"You saw one before?" You gleamed your eyes at him.
"Yeah. Lifeless. Someone had slain her."
"I heard slaying such creatures can make you immortal, even though at the same time cursing the rest of your life." You tightened your robe with one hand as the cold wind gets even bone piercing. "But who'd do that? It's strictly marked as a taboo doing by the ministries, isn't it?"
"Killing unicorns does not make you immortal. Drinking its blood does," Draco explains as he prowls, his wand swinging left and right, seeking anything worth seeing as if it seems he rarely gets the chance to do so when he's here. "Thus merely killing it and taking its blood for study perhaps, not really restricted by the ministry. At least there goes my opinion though ..and hope, if you would, we'll be fined with years behind bars otherwise if they found out. The only person I know who dares to cross the boundaries to gain immortal life is you-know-who. You know, the Dark Lord. From what I've heard, he commanded someone to slay the thing and bring the blood to him."
"Must that say that one you saw back then was..?"
"..not a doubt."
"..see, that's why I hate some men. They act egoistically and control people for their advantages," You played around with your wand, twirling it. Draco stopped walking and made you almost crash onto his back.
"So you would say," He sighs faintly. "Perhaps that's the reason you.."
"..huh?"
You lowered your wand and steps, your head tilting to one side to help you look over his shoulder. He then Nox'd his wand without looking at you.
"Keep quiet and do the same thing. Something's coming."
March on.
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"I heard the pictures over at the boys' dorm are causing quite a ruckus this morning," Daphne squinted to your direction after fifteen minutes of lovage-gathering for her needed ingredients, wasting about ten minutes yawning and criticizing how gross the dirt gluing on her gloves is. This morning you had Potion's class, in which Snape alerted you to return the ingredients before Sunday, so she asked you to accompany her today to the greenhouse two during the break time. That reminds you to get your ingredients too. You better be fast at it because it's already Thursday.
"Something about dating..? However senseless that sounds. They said they're muted by the Silencio spell and the person responsible for this ran away like the coward he is. As a framed person, literally, that has been hanging for centuries on the wall and saw every student walk pass the corridor everyday, more often that it had went to visit another pictures even, you'd think they memorize every of the faces of the boys, which I believe mustn't be that difficult to remember, like that chubby Crabbe and pointy Draco for instance. On the other hand though, don't them boys have anything else better to do at night than pestering pictures?"
"Yyyeah." You chuckled awkwardly, finding yourself struggling to speak more, and looked away.
It's she, Daph. Doubtlessly.
It shocks you enough to know that the potion you stole this dawn isn't actually the one you're looking for. After you huddled back to your room avoiding the animate yet silent pictures in the boy's dorm, Sam woke up confused as the invisibility charm still hadn't worn out of effect, and helped you analyze what potion you just took from Draco's room after a short explanation of what had happened in the corridor.
Turns out it's a Veritaserum instead of a Love Potion. You almost banged your head onto the wall after finding out your efforts had gone to complete waste. Nothing can tell what he's gonna do now if he knows you took it from him, or even worse, what he's gonna do to your Love Potion.
But at least it gives you enough solace to know that those pictures didn't know about your identity, albeit them can see through your charm, let alone your gender. You realized how dangerous it was back then. If they found out who you are.. you don't even want to think about it.
"Have you collected enough for your task, dear?" Madam Pomona Sprout, the Herbology teacher, wheeled her body from a row of pots after wiping some dirt off her hands, the rest of her body covered up in earth still. Daphne nodded uninterestedly, gliding the gloves she used to pot the lovages, and gave her a bitter thanks, but Madam Sprout seemed to be a bit more concerned about something else to hear it. Her face isn't showing the airiness it used to be either.
"Something wrong Madam?" You asked out of curiosity as Daphne headed to the door.
"Well ..Cranindor, is it?
Some of the Mandragora younglings in the greenhouse three have been missing certain parts of their body. Or stem, technically. It has been happening since the start of the term. Oh my, their cries when I try to pot them up earlier today - Pomfrey wouldn't be pleased if I hadn't wear the muff.
Did you took them too?"
"We didn't. We're only looking for the lovage."
"Is that so. Well, thank you for worrying, then."
She said cordially and you sled out of the greenhouse, helping Daphne to carry some of her ingredients to the school building. You wondered. Perhaps it's Tracey's doing? You recalled her dispatching a small part of the stem few days ago, also for the Potion's task. She took it no more from one youngling though.
As you wondered about something else, Daphne's fussing about how her hair frizzles up this morning after she had woken up, groaning if she leaves it like this she won't get any man to dance with him on the night of the Yuletide and furthermore, a husband. Upon your arrival in the Entrance Hall however, she began to mention things about the dormroom having a strong smell of coffee this morning, and that she dreamed about you sneaking out of the room in the middle of the night. You desperately attempted to bent the topic into today's breakfast, in which contained treacle pudding in it. You're lucky she loves it as much as you do.
But then you stumbled onto Draco and Gregory when you're both just about to enter the Great Hall. Shoot.
"Cramp!" Draco hailed in high tone, which made both you and him lurch at the same time.
"I mean- ..Vallerie."
He must've been aware about your mischief of confiscating his (YOUR) potion now, judging by his somewhat peevish expression. You held your breath, blundering, cold sweat's trailing down your temple as if it begs for an escape.
"You.. you..!"
The thrilling Jaws theme pummels through your ears.
"..what are you doing wandering about with that thing on your shoulder?"
"..Oh-"
You jolted after you turned around to look where his finger pointed at and found a funny-looking ball of purple thick fur, resting contently on your shoulder.
And, after closer inspection, you realized it has a pair of black eyes and small nostrils just beneath it. Now screw that; where did it come from? You've never seen this kind of creature before, and it sure scares you a bit by a mere look in the eye, but gosh. So it's not about the potion. Your cold sweat feels like it seeps back to your skin all happy and relieved.
Within one second, Draco had stepped closer to you and started stroking the thing's fur, his expression undergoes an abrupt change all of a sudden. On the contrary though, was Daphne, who slowly inched away with a look of disgust in her face.
"What is this ..thing? And all this time I didn't realize it had been there, neither did even you?"
"I wasn't paying enough attention, I'm still.." Her sentence was brought to a slow pause by a yawn then said again with teary eyes, "..none other than the Pygmy puff; you didn't know about it?"
"Pig what?"
Draco sniggered. "Scaredy - it's harmless to the root of its fur,"
"Arnold! There you are!"
Someone cantered in a hurry from the same direction Draco and Goyle came from. Much to your surprise, it's Ginny.
"..Ginny?"
"Val-"
"Umf. It's Ninny - The Queen Weasels." Gregory flouts, giving a curt greet to the Gryff before you.
"Princess Wisely, more like. At least be kinder when she's got no company, Goyle."
And there follows Draco. You looked at Ginny whose expression isn't a pleasing one. But he didn't even bother to turn his head to look at her; he stays close to you, still playing with the squeaky ball on your shoulder. He seems to be fond of animals, remembering the dogs his family had back in the manor. You shifted restlessly as you realize he throws a look at you once in a while with a sentimental smile. And a very sentimental one. "If you don't mind us Knut-less people asking, what sort of pathetic begging you need to do for your family now at this very day of misery?"
Without responding at all, Ginny whistles a faint call. That made the furry friend bounces off your shoulder in almost an instant, biting Draco's finger and hitting him head-on all in the same time, and rolls somewhat joyfully to Ginny as Draco swears. Powerful little thing.
"..he loves lovage." Ginny reasons, but seemingly only to you. You can sense a faint friendly expression spreading on her face when she looks at you, but she seemed rather hesitate knowing there are other Slytherins nearby. She lowered her body and lent out a hand for her Arnold to jump in. "Sorry."
"It's okay." You responded lightly with a smile, thinking to give some slices of the lovage, but Daphne isn't giving you the look that allows you. Then she's off again, hurdling to the corridor with her pet, but not before she turned her head around, shooting three last glances; one at you, next at the angry Draco, then back at the confused you again, a look of suspicion flashes on her eyes. Draco rubbed his finger annoyingly.
"Watch that fang, you halfwitted ignoramus sucker!" He snarled at Ginny's Arnold, his finger's bleeding.
"..I thought you said it's harmless. To the root of its fur."
"Maybe not as deep,"
He ached, then leveled down his eyes to his finger painfully. Seems a bit deep, the bite - and the blood drips down fast from his hand. Daphne approached him and opted to wrap his finger with her handkerchief, but Draco quickly gave you a glare that reads along the line of 'don't just watch - you forgot something?'. Of course that shot you back to realization; you briskly offered to do it for him after setting aside the lovages to free your hand, acting all caring and loving by asking his condition and stuffs. You constantly turn your head around as you're doing your job, in case Ginny is still around. Seeing her this morning reminds you of the letter you hadn't have chance to reply to since days ago - you greatly thanked the procrastinator inside you. Then as you began to drift away to think about your Love Potion, Draco distracted you off as if he just read your mind, "while in the mention,
have some free time tomorrow after class?"
"Why ask?"
"So you really did forget," He exhales in irk and flinched as you began to wrap his finger in bandages. "Due this Saturday - two days from today, if that reminds you of something."
"You have Unicorn's blood on your list of needed ingredients, don't you Val?" Daphne held up the lovages you left with her hands. Seems heavy. Draco motioned his other hand, gesturing Goyle to help her, then without even hearing your answer first, they trailed off to the Great Hall together.
"If I can finish my DADA's assignment before it kills me first," You turned to Draco and bit your lip as you think, "well, yes."
"Then tomorrow night, 11 o'clock, common room straight. Be sure to bring your protection."
An abrupt, awkward pause got brought up after. Your eyes grow wide, startled.
"..I-I meant your wand, your wand!" He quickly remarked and flinched again for the last time when you finished wrapping his finger and tapped it lightly. You sniveled and eyed to the wallclock near the Hall door. "Let's just head for the afternoon class then. No - let me lead this time, I know where it is." You quickly stopped him from taking a step ahead past you.
Somewhat rather miffed, Draco followed your lead, sighing time to time as you both traipse around the school; apparently after 20 minutes of quiet and aimless walking, you arrived back to the front of the Great Hall, clumsily deciding you should really get a map of the school ground later this weekend. You turned back to see Draco leaning his right shoulder to a pillar lazily, then finally gave up and made him run you few more laps around the school before reminding that the next lesson is Care of Magical Creatures, which is situated obviously outside the building out in the lawn.
And as the date goes by, the sun finally settled down after one, hectic day.
Some of the Slytherin girls had gone back to their rooms after hours and hours of splashing you with questions in the common room about your fake relationship with Draco. Why didn't you just wait somewhere else as you wait for these scumbags to return to their rooms, you don't know yourself. The clock now ticks 11:00. Draco showed up about 2 minutes after, stumbling, panting and grousing as he plods down the stairs. By the time he set his feet up the carpet in the middle of the common room, the last sound of a closing door upstairs had echoed, approving that the others had completely gone back to their rooms leaving only the two of you lurking in the common room at the present.
"Filthy interviewers," He complained. "They hadn't bring any notes today - I bet anything they'll come back tomorrow."
"So we both express the same drawback of this drama?" You drummed your finger to your lap impatiently as you leaned to the armchair. "At least I came to realizations. This thing is getting us nowhere. Useless, as to speak, if not to mention preventing you to spill my secrets out to our parents."
"And to expect you'd think I'm slow enough not to come to the same conclusion.. I knew it right from the start, weighing the consequences before you even realize it had consequences."
"Yeah, as that has a possibility to get us out of the situation now," You rocked forwards and glinted. "I don't care - this is all because of you. Anyway, what kind of plot did you formulate now?"
He grunted, then pulls out his wand from his robe valiantly, silently muttering something. "Brought yours?"
You nodded, remembering about protection but quickly shrugged off, shot yourself up from your comfortable sitting position and walked after him, heading outside the dungeon, then through the stairs which seemed to be taking forever.You're still thinking about your Love Potion.
"What are we gonna do again?" You asked, your brain suddenly went blank with all the thinking your brain's not used to. Draco looked at you after making a sharp turn around the corner of the corridor with one of his eyebrows raising glumly.
"Duh. We're gonna go get the blood and hair. What else there is to do at this time of eve, dating?"
"Look, I'm coping my brain out to form an intelligent witty plan to get my Love Potion from you, knowing that you won't give it back to me anytime soon without selling it in high price." You galloped behind him as if you're both in a tight race. Everytime you found yourself just few steps away behind him, he seemed to pace his walk up until you're both miles away again.
"What did you do to it?"
He snorted playfully like a dying furnace. "Nothing."
"Yet?"
He chose to keep, if not sprinting, walking in rather fast speed.
No sooner than four minutes you realize you're already outside the school on the vast, grassy grounds. You're then amazed as you come to notice how neither of you met up with Mr. Filch nor the ghosts in your way out. The clean grass rippling around your feet feels oddly humid, same as the wind that rapes your hair. There's a small stone hut down the slope, lanterns on; Draco told you it's the house where Hagrid the half-giant, the gamekeeper also the Care of Magical Creatures' teacher resides, but as you're halfway down the slope, he led you out of the stone road to the other way instead of going there.
"We're heading to the forest, before you ask." Draco said quietly. Upon arriving on the edge of a black, dark forest, he held your hand, carefully stepping onto the lumpy lower-leveled ground and cuts the overgrown grasses around him to ease his movement. "This - is the only place I can think of. I've been here before when I had the detention back in the first year, and I never love this place. Ouch!" He raises his right feet in pain as though he had stepped on something sharp on the ground, then advanced on more carefully as he said again, "That bushy giant need not to know a thing we're going here tonight, hear me?"
"..but two 4th years skulking about in this time of night in the forest - I was getting afraid you'd think we're having a spree. I'd prefer that Hagrid goes with us honestly." You said timidly, landing your shoes on the earth path. "And I recall Dumbeldor said something about Forbidden Forest too at the start-of-the-term feast. Tell me this is it?"
"This is it." He replied, half coughing. "As the name tells and you re-stated, we can't wander around in here, anytime at all; but you read the lists. We both have to get the blood and hair or else. Unicorns live here."
"Can't it possibly be something else? Why hair and blood, of all things? Of all gorillas and trolls - Unicorn's?"
"Fly back to castle now after all the way here and ask Snape yourself, would you?"
As you both proceed deeper to the forest, it gets even darker you had to light your wands to look where you're stepping on. Trees are getting bigger in size, also amount, and the round moon files up brightly on the deep-blue sky. The air slaps so hard on your face as if its trying to warn you something unpleasant's up ahead, forcing you back to school. What's it called again - Forbidden Forest? That doesn't sound so promising. That doesn't sound promising at all, you corrected yourself as you came across a spider as huge as your head dangling from one of the tree branches, almost accidentally hitting it with your shoulder. You sneaked here to do things that you consider illegal while the place itself is illegal to cross.. you don't want to think what Dumludore would do to you two if they found out about this.
Strange noises are coming from the bushes nearby when Draco strikes another conversation again to distract you off it. Sadly it's not something you would really prefer any better to contemplate with.
"If not the uncomfortable atmosphere its giving here, it's you, definitely."
"What?" You realized you're both still holding hands. You rashly pulled your hands off his and paced your steps behind him.
"See, the thing is,
whenever I come here, it's always with the person I dislike the most. You and Potter."
You clammed your mouth the moment it opens up to retort his words. This is not a happy time to battle verbally. Trolls or some sort could've attacked you because you woke them up from their sleep and break your wands before you could even swing it. Or even worse, it could break your neck instead. You wearily wandered your eyes around the trees, hoping, yet at the same time not hoping to see something in between shadows.
"You sure there are unicorns around here? I can't believe Snape is ordering us to kill magical creatures."
"..Positive if no one had destroyed the entire legend. The one I saw dead back then is different story though."
"You saw one before?" You gleamed your eyes at him.
"Yeah. Lifeless. Someone had slain her."
"I heard slaying such creatures can make you immortal, even though at the same time cursing the rest of your life." You tightened your robe with one hand as the cold wind gets even bone piercing. "But who'd do that? It's strictly marked as a taboo doing by the ministries, isn't it?"
"Killing unicorns does not make you immortal. Drinking its blood does," Draco explains as he prowls, his wand swinging left and right, seeking anything worth seeing as if it seems he rarely gets the chance to do so when he's here. "Thus merely killing it and taking its blood for study perhaps, not really restricted by the ministry. At least there goes my opinion though ..and hope, if you would, we'll be fined with years behind bars otherwise if they found out. The only person I know who dares to cross the boundaries to gain immortal life is you-know-who. You know, the Dark Lord. From what I've heard, he commanded someone to slay the thing and bring the blood to him."
"Must that say that one you saw back then was..?"
"..not a doubt."
"..see, that's why I hate some men. They act egoistically and control people for their advantages," You played around with your wand, twirling it. Draco stopped walking and made you almost crash onto his back.
"So you would say," He sighs faintly. "Perhaps that's the reason you.."
"..huh?"
You lowered your wand and steps, your head tilting to one side to help you look over his shoulder. He then Nox'd his wand without looking at you.
"Keep quiet and do the same thing. Something's coming."
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Story: Resistance is Futile
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