Treacherous - Theodore Nott

Chapter Seventeen

I storm down the corridors with a scowl twisted onto my face. My hands are clenched into tight fists at my side, and I know that should anyone look into my eyes, they would see a blazing fire of fury.

Any other day, I would laugh at the other students shoving and jumping to get out of my way. They look ridiculous, scrambling for fear of what I might do if they don't move. But today; right now- I don't find anything very funny.

I can feel my cheeks flushed in anger, red and hot.

I reach the stairs and descend them two at a time, my robes billowing behind me. I don't even have to spare a passing glance to the other students to know that my mood is making them nervous.

My heavy footsteps echo from the walls, the sound making my ears ring. I can feel the walls closing in on me. They're growing tighter and tighter the further I go.

It feels like I'm suffocating in my own rage as the walls close in, my breathing becoming labored and my tunnel vision allowing me to only see the path directly in front of me.

These lies have got to stop. I'm so fed up with it. I don't know what they're doing, but it's putting all of them in serious danger. I don't care what it is- I'm going to put an end to it.

The thoughts ricochet in my brain, repeating themselves as the anger builds.

I'm so focused on reaching the common room and giving those boys a piece of my mind that I run face first into someone.

I take a step back, ready to release my rage onto this idiot who couldn't move out of my way.

My plans, however, are quickly put to rest once I take in the red robes, messy brown hair, and circular glasses that belong to Harry Potter.

"You," I seethe, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest.

He looks at me, his expression full of hatred.

"This," I say, gesturing between us, "is going to have to wait. I have more important things to deal with right now."

I start away from him, but he grabs my arm, twisting it back towards him. The shooting pain is so sharp, I have no choice but to follow where his tight grasp is leading me.

"I don't think so," he says, a stern air to his voice.

Now, I stand before him, his fingers still wrapped harshly around me.

"I know what you lot are up to, and I will find proof," he threatens, voice low.

"I don't know what you're talking about, and frankly, I don't have time to put up with your suspicions," I hiss, still fighting his hold on my arm.

"Harry, let's just go. She's not worth it," Hermione urges from behind him, looking worried.

Potter brushes her concern off, not even looking at her as he scoffs, still shooting daggers at me. "Bet your family is real proud of you, huh? Slytherin that you are," he seethes.

Hermione's eyes fly wide open in shock at his spiteful words. "Harry!"

A voice I know all too well appears behind me. "I'd let go of her if I were you."

I turn my head to see Theodore, Mattheo, and Lorenzo standing behind me. Their jaws are all tightly set in anger as they look down on Potter.

"Or what?" He challenges.

Mattheo chuckles darkly, "Feeling brave today? Let's see if you live up to your nickname- Chosen One."

The boys behind me slowly draw their wands, preparing for a duel.

"Harry," Ron warns, his voice apprehensive.

Whether motivated by wanting to avoid another fight or appeasing his friends, he reluctantly releases my arm.

I rub the sore spot, it's definitely going to bruise.

With a scowl, Harry turns to follow Ron and Hermione away.

"We'll finish this some other time," he says lowly as he departs.

"Like hell you will," Lorenzo responds, nearly spitting his words at the boy.

"Potter likes to play dirty," I say, referencing the earlier duel. "We just have to remember that next time," I finish, my voice full of venom.

Not reacting to my taunt, he continues down the hall after his friends.

Relief washes over me at the debacle being over; the feeling is quickly replaced, however, by more anger.

I had nearly forgotten why I was so angry in the first place.

I turn to the trio behind me. Lorenzo's mask of rage quickly drops to one of worry.

"Are you okay? He didn't hurt you, did he?"

"She's fine, Lorenzo," Theodore dismisses.

Mattheo elbows his friend, "She can speak for herself, mate."

I roll my eyes at their bickering and turn, beginning my walk to the common room. I know they'll follow me, and I don't entirely feel like starting a screaming match in the middle of a public corridor.

Just as I knew they would, the boys quickly skip to catch up, trailing closely behind me.

We reach the common room and with a deep breath, I prepare to unleash my anger on them.

"Are you going to thank us?" Theodore asks from behind me.

I spin to face the trio. "Excuse me?"

"You know, for saving your ass from Potter back there."

"I've certainly got words for you," I start, laughing darkly.

The three look at me quizzically, waiting for me to explain why I'm so upset after they 'rescued' me.

"Do you know where Draco is right now?" I ask them, feigning cluelessness.

The three exchange worried looks, then turn their attention back to me, obviously clueless.

"He's in the fucking hospital wing. Potter chased him into the third floor girls bathroom after he saw Katie Bell. He hexed him with some vicious spell that left him bleeding out on the floor."

"Wait- Katie Bell was out today?" Lorenzo asks worriedly.

"He could have died!" I yell, "And you're worried about Katie fucking Bell?"

Lorenzo looks at the floor, shuffling his feet in discomfort. Mattheo is biting his lip, looking like he's fighting to hold words back. Theodore is just looking at me. Their lack of response drives me further into my rage.

"Whatever the hell it is you're doing with poisoned mead and Dumbledore and the Room of Requirement stops now," I say.

Lorenzo and Mattheo's eyes fly wide open at me sharing what I know.

"Even without Potter's psycho vendetta against Draco, he's been stressed lately. Since you lot showed up his future is practically ruined. He wanted to make a name for himself and now, his damn father might not even be able to bullshit a job for him. You can't keep fucking with his life like this, its his life," I shout. "Now," I breathe, calming myself. "Since you're too damn stuck up your own asses to tell me what's more important than Draco's life on your own, I'll give you some options. Either this stops right now, I tell Dumbledore what you're up to, or you tell me everything right now.

The three share looks, obviously not knowing what to do.

"Well, we can't exactly stop," Mattheo starts.

"Then I suggest you get to talking," I finish, crossing my arms.

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