Ex-Friends || A Drarry Story

Three: Twelve

"Well, I'm glad you lost that map, Harry," said Hermione with a huff. Ron groaned, asking Harry multiple times if he knew where the Marauders Map could be. Every time, Harry replied that he didn't know.

How could he lose such a marvelous thing as a magical map? Harry remembered how many times the map had aided him in the events of him sneaking into Hogsmeade Village. Where could it have gone?

As time passed, Hogwarts students were forced to bully their brains to concentrate as exams neared. Even Fred and George Weasley were forced to work to at least attempt to pass their O.W.Ls, and Percy Weasley was seen in corners of the library drowning in books to ace his N.E.W.Ts ( Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests). Since Perry wished to work at the Ministry of Magic, he needed to get top marks. He became increasingly edgy, and Harry saw Oliver Wood giving him hugs and soft kisses. Onthe other hand, Percy gave severe punishments to anyone who disrupted the peace of the common room at evenings. The only person who seemed more anxious than Percy was Hermione.

Harry was especially not looking forward to their Divination exam. Harry agreed with Hermione that Professor Trelawney was an old bat, but Harry found it hilarious when him and Ron made scenarios up and she would take their accounts seriously. However, he knew that Trelawney would continue to bring up the Grim until his ears were bleeding.

Harry felt a slight tap on his shoulder, and he didn't need to turn around to know it was Draco Malfoy. Turning, he saw that the line to the ladder leading up to the trapdoor only consisted of him, Ron, Neville, and Draco and his friends. "What?" he asked, eyes narrowed as he remembered how Draco had spoken about Mrs Weasley when he had snuck into Hogsmeade,

"Listen, I know that you don't like me, or trust me, or. . .or. . ." he signed, looking to his friends before turning back to Harry, saying softly so that the distracted redhead wouldn't hear him. "But, Theo's been talking his sleep. I keep hearing him saying your name."

"So?" Harry whispered.

Draco swallowed, looking extremely nervous. "Well, I think something's off about him. Hell, he knew about you and Weasley flying that car last year. I think he knows that something is going to happen."

Before Harry could even think about how to reply, he heard Professor Trelawney's misty voice call. He waved goodbye to Ron, and made his way up the ladder. "My boy, sit, sit." He did. "Now, Harry, you've been plagued by the dreaded Grim all year. Take a look into the crystal ball."

The heat from the blazing fire was making the entire room far too hot. The usual sickly sweet scent was making Harry cough. The heat added with the perfumes was overpowering and his nostrils were stinging from the smoke. He was starting to feel sick, the longerhe had to remain in the classroom. He was hardly listening to Trelawney as the urge to leave the stifling classroom grew and grew. Finally, she told him he could leave, and he left the room as quickly as possible.

He climbed down the ladder as quick as possible, as Ron's name was called. "Meet you at the common room," he said, bolting down the Astronomy Tower. He did his best to take deep breaths to calm his tossing stomach.in his hurry, he ran into someone. "Oh, sorry." It was Theodore Nott.

"Sorry, Harry—er, Potter." He signed. "I'm a little bit distracted, I'm sorry."

"Um, well, what's the matter?" Harry asked.

BYTheo shrugged, saying quickly, "I've gut to get to the Divination classroom."

Harry nodded, walking past Theodore Nott, but he heard a loud, harsh voice speaking behind him. "IT WILL HAPPEN TONIGHT."

He turned, seeing that Nott was facing him again. His body was rigid, eyes unfocused, his mouth sagging."S—Sorry?"

But Nott didn't seem to hear him at all; his ice-blue eyes started to roll back, and Harry stood in panic. He looked like he was about to have some sort of seizure. Harry didn't know what to do, if he should run to the Hospital Wing to get Madam Pomfrey, but Nott began to speak again.