A Thousand Years [Harry Potter]

Chapter 18 - Seeking Help from Professor Dumbledore

Hope you all are liking the story! Just a note, the spells in this chapter are made up, at least I'm pretty sure they are since I haven't read about them anywhere. I don't want any controversy, so I thought I would mention that.

So, if you all like Draco, then you must like Tom Felton, too, who plays him in the movies. I know I do. He's a great actor. Fun fact: I learned that when he was on-set for the first or second movie, the young Tom Felton stashed goodies, like chocolate, in his robe's pockets. That would drive the costume staff up the wall because the chocolate would melt in those pockets and they would have to clean them. Eventually, they just sewed up the robe's pockets so Tom couldn't stash candy in them anymore 🤣

Thought that would be a cute and fun tid-bit to know, especially at the end of this chapter. Enjoy!

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Draco couldn't concentrate for the life of him in his remaining two classes. His lunch hour was spent talking with the Dark Lord, then talking with Hermione and her friends, then talking with Hermione, and everyone saw them snogging in the corridor. Of course, he didn't care that everyone saw that. Now, he couldn't care in the least about what people thought about him and Hermione dating, but he had to worry about making sure the rest of Annabelle's vision comes to pass, mainly the last part where everyone would turn up safe after all the chaos.

His leg moved up and down in a very rapid motion as he waited for his last class of the day to end, one that he didn't have with Hermione, Harry or Ron. It was a beginning to business class for kids who want to work in the Ministry after Hogwarts. Draco's father wanted him to take this one since the plan was, after Draco graduated, he would be interning then working with his father. This class preps him for that, and next year he would take a course specific to the department he would work in.

He looked around at the class full of fifth years on up since the lowest year one could be to take the class was the fifth year. There were mostly sixth and seventh years in the class. People eyed him and whispered, but again, he didn't care. His stomach pinched slightly, reminding him that he never had lunch. His anxiousness kept him from being hungry, thank goodness. He looked over at the person sitting next to him, a girl from his house, a fifth year, and someone Draco fancied at one point, but tossed that crush away after she started dating another Slytherin guy last year. She caught him looking at her, at her long brown hair and olive skin.

"Can I help you, Draco?" she asked him, her big brown eyes on him and surrounded by long lashes.

"Sorry," he said, then reached over and pulled a feather out of her hair. He showed the little white thing to her. "Must have been from the owl perched up front."

He had seen her say hi to the white creature before class, and it shook its wings, making some feathers fly off. "Oh," she said and touched her hair. "Thanks." She eyed him for a moment. He knew that look. "So... you and that Gryffindor are pretty serious now? I saw the two of you out in the corridor a couple hours ago."

He wasn't afraid to admit it, even to a girl he fancied before, one that Hermione didn't even know about, mainly because it was a short crush, maybe for two months last year. His crush didn't even know of the crush he had on her. "Yeah, you could say we are. And I don't care one ant's leg about what people think about it."

She smirked, which was admittedly pretty, but Draco didn't dwell on that. "I think that's awesome, that you're following your heart, regardless of what people think. It's admirable. That girl's lucky."

His mouth pulled into small smile as well. "I think I'm the lucky one."

The bell gonged and the students got up and left the classroom. His tablemate stood up after getting her books and parchment together. "Well, see you around, Draco. And good luck with everything."