Twisted (Year 3)

The Paper Crane

~(Y/N) POV~

It's been a few weeks since Caroline and I got drunk in my dorm room, and Sirius Black broke into the castle. The drama from that night has simmered down, but Draco's been a bit more... handsy? I feel like he's been trying to tease me. Or get me to admit something. I thought he said he took things too far, but maybe he's changed his mind?

Nothing has been the same since that carriage ride.

The cold winter air gives me goosebumps as I trudge to Mr. Lupins' class. I look up to Draco, whose on my right, and sigh heavily.

"What's wrong (Y/n)?" Draco peers down at me as we continue walking.

"Winter break is coming up." I smile hesitantly. "You know what I've got to do, right?"

"I remember." He rolls his eyes.

"And you're not as worried as before?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Of course I am. But there's no stopping you, and I'm going to be there to help." He crosses his arms. "I want you to get the answers you've been looking for so you'll stay out of trouble."

"I hope there's something there." I grab the handle and pull the castle door open. "Or else it'll all be for nothing."

He nods and follows me inside.

We stroll the corridors silently, knowing there's a good chance that we'll be late for defense against the dark arts.

After a few minutes, we arrive in front of the classroom door. Draco pushes it open, and we make our way to our seats in the back row.

Without thinking about how late we are, I drop my bag to the floor and sink into my chair. I start to whisper to Draco, knowing Lupin is far too nice to say anything about it.

"If you two are done talking, turn to page 394," Snape exclaims from Lupin's desk.

I snap my head to the front of the room and send him an apologetic look.

"Excuse me, sir, where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asks as we open our textbooks.

"That's not really your concern, is it Potter?" Snape answers shortly. "Your professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time."

When Ron looks at the heading of the first page he gasps. "Werewolves?"

"But sir, we've only just started learning about red caps and hinkypunks." Hermione furrows her brows.

"Why does she care?" I lean towards Draco. "Hinkypunks are boring."

"True." Draco shrugs. "I wonder why we're learning about werewolves, though."

"Let's begin." Snape glares at Ron. "Which one of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?"

Hermione's hand shoots up in the air.

"Anyone?" Snape ignores Hermione. "How disappointing."

"Please, sir." She wiggles her arm. "An Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice. With each full moon, when he transforms, he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if he crossed his path. Furthermore, the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind."

I can see Draco curl his lip in disgust from the corner of my eye.

"Awooo." He mimics the sound of a howl and snickers.

"Thank you, Mr. Malfoy." Snape smiles sarcastically. "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Are you capable of restraining yourself, or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"