𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐌𝐀 [𝐩𝐣𝐨 𝐱 𝐡𝐩]

❝ OUR FEARS ❞

|| CHAPTER FIVE ||

❝ OUR FEARS ❞

LILITH SAW AS DRACO MALFOY swaggered into the dungeon, his right arm covered in bandages and bound up in a sling, acting as though he were the heroic survivor of some dreadful battle.

Lilith rolled her eyes at the pathetic attempt to show off and scoffed. "As if he really knows what battle's are."

"And you know?" Terry rose a brow at her at which the girl shrugged and shared a secret look with Evelyn who rolled her eyes with a smirk.

"How is it, Draco?" simpered Pansy Parkinson. "Does it hurt much?"

"Yeah," said Malfoy, putting on a brave sort of grimace but wink at Crabbe and Goyle when Pansy had looked away.

Lilith and Evelyn scowled at him and Terry shot him a look of annoyance.

"Settle down, settle down," said Professor Snape idly.

Harry and Lilith shared a glance and scowled, Snape wouldn’t have said "settle down" if they’d walked in late, he’d have given them detention. But Malfoy had always been able to get away with anything in Snape’s classes; Snape was head of Slytherin House, and generally favored his own students above all others.

They were making a new potion today, a Shrinking Solution. Malfoy set up his cauldron right next to Harry and Ron and infront of Evelyn, Lilith and Terry so that they all were preparing their ingredients on the same table.

"Sir," Malfoy called, "sir, I’ll need help cutting up these daisy roots,
because of my arm —"

"Black, cut up Malfoy’s roots for him," said Snape without looking up.

Evelyn went brick red.

"There’s nothing wrong with your arm," she hissed at Malfoy.

Malfoy smirked across the table. "You heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots, Black."

Evelyn seized his knife, pulled Malfoy’s roots toward him, and began to chop them roughly, so that they were all different sizes.

"Professor," drawled Malfoy, "Black’s mutilating my roots, sir."

Snape approached their table, stared down his hooked nose at the roots, then gave Evelyn an unpleasant smile from beneath his long, greasy black hair.

"Change roots with Malfoy, Black."

"But, sir — !"

"Now," said Snape in his most dangerous voice.

Evelyn shoved her own beautifully cut roots across the table at Malfoy, then took up the knife again.

"Now I know why you hate that greasy haired bastard." Evelyn muttered angrily to Lilith was was watching the scene amused.

"And, sir, I’ll need this shrivelfig skinned," said Malfoy, his voice full of malicious laughter.