Another Fight

Chapter Eight

I put on my black jacket before braiding my hair to the side. I feel as though everyone in the dorm is staring at, hoping I will slip up. I go down stairs, excited for the opportunity of learning to defend myself. Draco wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer.

"Someone is beyond joyful today," he smirks. He leans down and starts to whisper. "Umbridge has already figured out about your club. I think it would be the best for you to lay low."

"Why do you say this?" I whisper back. "I need and want to defend myself."

"You are the strongest person I know. They should be learning from you. Not the other way around."

I start blushing and look him in his grey eyes.

"Than what am I to do today?"

"Didn't you say you found away to sing without using your gift?"

I smirk and run upstairs, grabbing my guitar. Songs start running through my head as I head back to the common room. Draco is sitting there, eager to listen to me. I sit down and start strumming some chords, singing th lyrics.

"Have I lost my mind? Is this paradise? Or a darker side? Candy coated lips. You're the sweetest kiss. But a bad trip. Changing faces. Know the name but I just can't place it. Slurring phrases. Took a step but I can't retrace it. You tell me, "Take this". But I don't wanna wake up in your wasteland."

I stop and look at Draco.

"That's amazing. You really do have a voice."

I smile and start blushing even more. Parkinson walks in.

"How dare you believe that the Weasel has actual talent?" she squeals. "It's her bloody talent. Let me prove it."

She snatches my guitar from my hands and toss it in the fire. I gasp and quickly yank it out. My hands get slightly burnt and I hiss from the pain. Draco grabs my hands to examine my red flesh.

"You better have Madam Pomfrey look at them," he states. "Come on. I'll escort you there."

We head to the Hospital Wing together, as quickly as possible too. Umbridge stops us when we are only a few meters from the door.

"What are you two up to?" she sings.

"I accidentally burnt my hands," I respond.

"Well then, if Mr. Malfoy has no other reason but to be with his love, I need him."

She drags Draco off while I go to the Hospital Wing. Madam Pomfrey looks like she is bored when I enter and she quickly checks my hand.

"Maybe you shouldn't play with fire," she jokes. I roll my eyes and not respond to her.