ALLURING || D.M.

Chapter 11

The dusty potions storage room made her cough, Draco Malfoy quickly looked at her with a frown and whispered to shut up.

Lilianne merely pursed her lips and opened her empty bag. The plan was simple, take healing paste and numbing serums from Snape's deposit and use them on the first-year students.

After a heated debate where Malfoy explained how it was impossible to get them out of detention now without consequences, and that he would not let her go and face the consequences, they settled on that.

With the appropriate instruments, they would go to the outskirts of the classroom and hide. Then, after detention was over, they would help the first years with their wounds. She had argued the older ones would need help as well but he was right, they did not have supplies or time to help everybody. That and he would rather use the quill himself than help Harry Potter.

Lilianne'd also made him swear to use his influence in the inquisitorial squad to cut the detention for the first years. He truly had no idea why he was just following into her madness.

'Fuck' Draco muttered when he realised there was not much cream. Nonetheless, he passed the cans to her quickly and grabbed a bunch of serum bottles to place in his pockets and some more to keep in her bag.

With a straight face, they both left to the fourth floor. And like discussed, placed all items on the bench. She frowned when she realised there was very little medicine, "This is not enough" she sighted.

"We could always duplicate it" He offered, taking his wand out. "I've not learnt that yet" She muttered, "Anyway that lessens the effects, drastically".

"Would you rather help more slightly or help one or two just a little better" He quirked an eyebrow "Because this is no miracle cream, it won't make them all good anyway". She just huffed, he was right. Why did he have to be smart?

"Go on" She stepped aside, looking as he grouped the cans to a pile and waved his wand with a focused face. When there were about twenty little cans of the original ten she went to put them in pairs.

One duplicated and one authentic. She could not go about using good cream on some and then just a frail imitation on others, each kid deserved good care, so she would mix them up when applying.

He just scratched his neck, not used to being exposed to much kindness. She would have to be a Hufflepuff with how she was acting, but she wasn't, she was fierce when you messed with her. He had just gotten out of that, in part, this was another effort to make her happy with him.

"Thanks" She said, "For helping me".

"Sure" He muttered, looking out when steps were heard. Lestrange heard them too, for she turned to leave the little passageway and discreetly help the children.

He did nothing but stay in silence as she slowly tipped to the light. The torch helped shielding them from view. Just as some seventh years passed, cussing and holding their wrists in pain, a trio of first years came into focus.

The three of them were crying as they walked, so Lilianne quickly approached them, "Guys" She said quietly as they sniffled to look at her, "Me and a friend have healing cream for your injuries".

Just as a little blonde girl was running to her, another grabbed her arm frowning, "You're a slytherin" she accused. "Yes, and I want to help you" The two other kids besides the blonde looked at her suspiciously but let their friend go towards the brunette, who quickly turned to the passageway.

Lilianne ushered the first years, just as she realised how suspicious it must all seem to them. Anyway she instructed her to sit as she opened the first bottle.