˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ unexpected - h.p.

Chapter 12 - Threats

"Please take out your dream diaries, children. I want to see your progress," Trelawney announced, smiling at us. "I'm excited to discover the deep meanings of your subconscious adventures very soon."

I groaned and searched my bag for the pale blue book. I'd written a small total of four dreams down, the rest were on a list of ideas my friends and I had made. Blaise had used lots of the ideas out of paranoia, he kept saying he'd forget to do it so we let him use them all. His diary was packed full and he seemed pretty chuffed. Many students around the class were hurriedly writing, probably attempting to fill a few more days before Trelawney came around to them.

"Stupid class," Draco cursed, flipping through the mostly empty pages of his diary.

Trelawney floated around the tables, making reassuring noises and praising students as she went. It seemed we weren't the only ones who hadn't filled in many dreams, because Trelawney was telling a Hufflepuff girl she needed at least twenty more dreams before the start of December.

It was drowsily warm in the class and the overpowering smell of lavender was putting me in a dangerously tired mood. I was slumped on my hands, re-reading my four dreams. I'd gone with basic, non-embarrassing things like being chased, falling, losing a Quidditch World Cup Game and being the Minister of Magic - all ideas I'd stolen off Milicent, who promised she didn't need them for her own diary.

Trelawney appeared at our table and snatched Pansy's book. Pansy went red as Trelawney read them, her mouth moving silently as her eyes darted across the page.

"Very good, very good," Trelawney declared distantly, reaching for Blaise's book.

She looked impressed while reading his very full pages.

"Excellent, ten points to Slytherin," Trelawney cried happily.

Blaise smirked and happily took his book back. Treanwy floated off again, weaving in between the low tables below us.

"Can't believe she bought that, not a single thing seemed suspicious to her at all!" Blaise laughed.

"What'd you expect? She wants anything that can make this fraud of a subject look real," Theo chuckled. "And you just gave her that, no in fact-" Theo snatched Blaise's diary - "a whopping nine pages of it."

We all laughed and Blaise went slightly pink, snatching his diary back indignantly.

★

Our game against Ravenclaw was Saturday morning - and Theo wasn't going light with the practises. He'd booked us the pitch every night from five to eight, saying we needed every minute training as a team that we could get. He seemed more paranoid than determined but we went with it anyway.

It was Tuesday when Harry came and watched us again, but this time he brought Ron, which made my stomach uneasy. The last thing I wanted was Draco pouncing again. I tried to ignore them from the moment we mounted our brooms and flew into the air, but it was hard. I suddenly seemed to be very aware of how I was playing, as if Harry was some sort of judge rather than a mutual simply watching us.

After three hours of being yelled at by a tense Theo, we finally landed. I helped Crabbe and Goyle stuff the Quaffles and Bludgers back into the supplies trunk, which took a surprisingly long time.

After I dodged many of Draco's over-enthusiastic high-fives and attempts to give me one of his usual boyish hugs, I quickly volunteered to take the Chasers' brooms up. Blaise and Graham happily handed them over, giving me small nods of appreciation.

I kept my eyes on Harry, who was wrapping his Gryffindor scarf around his neck, while I walked hurriedly towards him. Ron noticed and glowered at me, nudging Harry. Harry looked around, spotted me and smiled.

"Hi, just thought we'd watch you guys today," Harry told me quietly.

"Yeah seeing as we couldn't practise," Ron muttered angrily.

Harry shot him a dirty look. From behind me I could hear someone running up the rows of benches. Before I could say anything more, Draco's arm was slumped over my shoulders and his side was pressed into mine. Harry's smile was wiped from his face and Ron very hasilty stood up, as if expecting Draco to tackle him again.

"Potter, Weasley, what a nice surprise," Draco snarled, his usual cocky-confident smile plastered on his face.

"Bye, Lola," Harry mumbled, quickly zipping up his coat.

I attempted to pull out of Draco's hold but he was far stronger than I was.

"Lola?" Draco repeated.

Harry stopped walking abruptly, though he kept his back facing us.

"I didn't know you two were on a first name basis," Draco sneered.

"Draco, don't do this," I whispered wearily.

My heart was louder than my voice wass, pounding so hard in my chest I was scared it might burst right through.

"Well-" Harry began uneasily - his face had lost all its colour.

"One conversation in Defence Against the Dark Arts and you're best friends? Weird," Draco went on, taking many slow steps towards Harry in a threatening manner, pulling me along with him.

"Listen, Malfoy, I don't know why you're so-" Harry said quickly.

"I want you to explain why you've been following us around, Potter," Draco spat, letting go of me and standing right in front of Harry. "I always knew you were jealous of us Slytherins, but really, pretty much stalking our team - or wait, is it just stalking Lola, hm? It's low, even for you."

"Draco," I imputed, my voice cracking right out over his.

Draco didn't turn to face me, barely giving me a head tilt in response. He stayed glaring at Harry.

"If you think Harry is doing any more than watching a house team play Quidditch and talking to his assigned partner in Defence Against the Dark Arts you're crazy. Last time I remember being friendly is most people's default setting, probably not yours though,'' Ron imputed bravely.

"Shut it, Weasley," Draco interrupted, his tone as cold as my fingers and nose had become.

"Tell me Potter, why exactly-" Draco began again, grabbing a hold of Harry's collar and bringing his face even closer to his.

"HEY!"

We all turned to look at the pitch. Theo was waving at us, jumping around like an idiot.

"Come on, it's freezing!" he called.

A wave of relief washed over me as Draco eased his dominant stance over Harry, letting him go reluctantly.

"Saved by the bell," Draco hissed. "This isn't over, Potter."

Draco stormed back to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and hurrying down towards the pitch. I was icy cold and shivering and for once I was thankful Draco was so close to me. I dared to look back and

made eye contact with Harry, who didn't offer me a smile this time.

Draco muttered angrily the whole time we walked the long walk from the pitch to the common room together, going on about how annoying Harry was. I was only grateful for his warmth which I didn't need once we were inside and freed myself from his hold as we walked down through the Grand staircase