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fourth, mistery

Malfoy: While sneaking through the corridors, I notice the scatty aura. Everything is oddly quiet. No yelling workers or other noises you'd expect from renovation work. My senses are drilled & as soon as they detect someone's steps I slide into a bump in the ancient walls. Holding my breath I watch the women in a ministry's uniform rush past me. To my surprise every person I hide from during the next minutes is in such clothes.

What's the ministry doing here? I thought this was about renovations. Something's off.

Finally I arrive. Unsure what all this means my hand wraps around the door knob and press the door open. It takes my mind a few second to understand I'm not in my room since there are five beds in a round chamber. I recognize this place but something's different - infront of every bed is small table and a big potion pot. The beds are stripped blank with lint rollers laying onto the folded sheets. Numerous ingredients fill the table - rare, pricey ones like Venomous Tentacula leaves. But also common such as black cat hair. Concern wells up inside me.

What are they brewing? And why are they doing it secretly?

Hasty I close the door & run. Only when I'm standing in the Great Hall, I realize I don't know what to do.

Pansy's busy. I don't want to worry her and keep her from her hopefully soon-to-be-girlfriend.

Turning in the door frame I head for the Forbidden Forest to clear my head.

What did I just witness?

Potter: What's he doing?
Malfoy bursts into the Hall but then abruptly decides to leave again. He looked troubled. Worried I jump up & follow him.

"Malfoy?" Ignoring me the blond keeps walking. "Are you okay? What happened?" I reach for his hand & stop him.

"You can talk to me." Eventually the grey eyes find mine. They filled with concern & uncertainty.

"Idk what happened..." The reply is weak & shacky.

What ever it was has disturbed him.

"Try to explain it." Our fingers are still intertwined. The touch sends a siver down my spine. I'm flushed.

"I saw potion pots and" He takes a break to inhale. "They're not doing renovations up there. The ministery's here. Idk what they're doing. It..." His breath has quickened again & the words burst out of his mouth. Calming I put my hand on his shoulder.

"Breath. It's okay. You're safe down here." Caressing his hand I step closer. Malfoy's eyes flicker. He's taking deep breathes now.

"I went up but instead of workers and renovations I found ministery people & these big potion pots with lots of ingredients besides them." I can sense his puls with my finger - it's unusually fast. "I think they're brewing potion in secret. They're using our hair, too" I can hear the fear in his voice.

What are they doing? Why? Everything was supposed to be okay after Voldemort's death.

"That's weird" "Yeah" The Slytherin is released to not bear this alone. As the silence sets in I realize we're still connected through my hands. Fascinated by his lovely eyes my heart beat is rising drastically. His is too. A brown curl falls onto my face and I notice his free arm move.

Is he going to...?

Malfoy: What am I doing?
The small voice fades as my hand lifts. My gaze is focused on the curl hanging into Potta's eyes. Every single muscle in my body is drawn to him but only my fingers tuck his hair back up. When my skin touches his, my breath stops along with the spinning in my head. I can clearly see - but only him. Everything feels hot. Potta's checks are red too. He stopped stroking my hand and now holds it careful like you'd hold a little baby duck. Solftly I play with his hair connecting with his body every now and then. My stomach tiggles and I can't hide a pleased smirke. It feels so good around him - so warm.

"There you are. We were looking for you."

It's Hermione.

Startled I take a few steps back - breaking every comfortable connection.

"What happened?" Pansy asks after she looked me in the face. Questionly I turn to Potta, he nods with an uplifting smile on his beautiful lips.

"I think I saw something I wasn't supposed to." I begin to explain.