Protective [D.M]

103

Next day in the defence against the dark arts class I was once again deep in my thoughts.

I was still wondering why Draco had left only two weeks before spring break. The vacation didn't seem really logical. I didn't want to believe that he would take a long trip while he is supposed to be in school.

I knew that my godparents would never allow that, but maybe his were different. But just something about this didn't feel completely right.

Of course Draco seems to have changed a lot since we- but I still don't think he's on vacation.

I bet if I would ask Estrid she'd know, but I don't care that much. I don't care where he is I was just wondering. I actually don't even want to know.

Maybe he's in troub- stop it!

Others were probably right about the vacation thing. After all they know him years longer than I do, especially Blaise.

"Y/n!"

"Uh, what?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by, Lupin's hand with a worksheet landing onto my desk.

"Oh good you're still with us. I thought we lost you for a second," he said laughing a little.

"I'm sorry," I pushed myself to sit up straight. It was a little embarrassed.

When he walked away from my table to give worksheets to some others, I took a look at it. It was a crossword with tens of words. But I wasn't too worried, crosswords are probably the easiest type of worksheets.

I got straight to writing down the answers I knew for sure. There were about five. Then I really had to start thinking.

But I couldn't concentrate. I was fidgeting my mom's necklace, hoping that this will help, but this actually drove my thoughts even further from the subject.

I realized that I may never find out who my mother is. I mean I was supposed to ask Dumbledore or get it out of Snape with Draco, but now that-

Well it isn't really on the table any longer. But somehow I have to know. Obviously I'm not gonna go talk to Dumbledore alone, but maybe I could talk to Snape one more time.

Although I was really avoiding it, maybe it'll help. Maybe I will know who my mother is. But the chances seemed pretty slim. Maybe another time.

When the decision not to ask Snape was made, I got back to the worksheet. There were no less words than the last time I looked at it, so that was a bummer.

"Do you know that fifth one?" I heard Hayes asking from the table on my right.

"You're asking me?" I turned to him with raised eyebrows.

"It's the only one I don't have," he said quietly, turning back to his paper. "Are you missing anything but that?" He asked.

"About two thirds of it. Maybe more," I shrugged.

"Two thirds?! Did you even study for that?" He whispered, sending me a look of disapproval.

"You knew there was supposed to be a crossword today?" My mood suddenly dropped a little. I hadn't heard anything about it.

"Of course. Didn't you?" He asked.

"If you knew, why didn't you tell me?" I whispered pretty loudly, being a little mad.

"I thought you knew since you were in the same class that I was!" He snapped back.

Wait? Lupin told us about that? Was that last lesson? I at least had heard exactly zero about it. No one else mentioned it either.