Loving Lily: A Snily Story

Chapter 70 - Draco's Rage

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Since Crabbe and Goyle very rarely acted without Draco's order, all three were harshly punished by Severus and Dumbledore for the catastrophe at the Yule Ball.

Draco determined their punishment had been too light once he learned they had received four months worth of grueling detention involving manual labor and letters of deep apology that they were forced to read aloud in front of everyone during breakfast, not to mention a three hundred points deduction from Slytherin house.

As Draco faced Professor Snape the day after the Yule Ball, the rage in his teacher's dark glare made him fear for his life.

Despite his vehement plea declaring his innocence to Severus, the ominous scowl he saw on his darling's father's face had made the Dark Lord seem comforting.

Draco didn't care about his unjust punishments.

Draco didn't really care about Severus's hatred.

What stopped Draco from eating and sleeping was the horrifying truth that Harriet held him accountable for the mortifying incident.

He tried to catch her in the hallway.

He screamed an apology to her at the Owlery one morning after following her there, but his words fell on deaf ears.

Harriet had turned away from Draco.

What had she been thinking when she had allowed herself to believe they could ever be anything besides bitter enemies?

Draco Malfoy was a foul, spoiled brat and nothing more.

He would never be anything else besides a cold, selfish monster.

Harriet had no need for monsters in her life, she had Tom Riddle.

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After her encounter with Tom, Harriet struggled to focus on her schoolwork and the next tournament task.

"Harriet!"

"Harriet!"

"HARRIET!"

She finally jolted herself out of her own daydreams as she turned to scowl at Hermione.

Harriet sat at the library desk with a massive book open in front of her as she snapped, "What, Hermione? You don't have to shout, I'm right here!"

"Clearly I do!" Hermione retorted, "What's the matter with you?! You've been staring off since the Yule Ball! Hasn't she, Ron?!" Hermione demanded as she turned to scowl at Ron who sat across the aisle at the desk opposite from Harriet.

Ron shrugged as his eyes widened under the scorching glare of Hermione's frustrated grimace.

"Sorry." Harriet sighed, "I suppose I'm a bit nervous, that's all. It gets worse by the minute, but that's alright......This time tomorrow, it'll be over and then I'll just have one left."

Hermione frowned sympathetically as she reached a hand out and laid it on her friend's shoulder, "Harriet, you've got-"

"-The Gillyweed Dad gave me, I know." Harriet nodded, "I'll be able to breathe. I'm not bothered about that.....It's what I'll have to do that worries me."

"What do you think that'll be?" Ron asked.

Hermione shot him a glare before Harriet sighed and repeated the song for the upteenth time, "An hour long you'll have to look to find what we took.......What does that mean? What can they possibly take?.........Better yet, how are merpeople going to take anything from Hogwarts? I didn't know they could leave the water."