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chapter eight

It was later that day that Harry Potter found himself seated towards the middle of the room with Ron and Hermione, preparing for another lesson of Divination. Hermione hadn't stopped nagging the two boys since she'd caught sight of them. Harry's hangover was almost completely gone, though he still felt slightly dizzy. He'd taken an extra long shower that morning, trying desperately to rid himself of the eternal dirt he felt.

Hermione was in the middle of lecturing the two of how they could've died of alcohol poisoning when Draco made his way into the classroom. Harry and his eyes met for a moment, and Harry noticed how upset he looked. He tried desperately to ignore it as Malfoy walked up past the trio towards where Pansy sat waiting for him.

"Regardless, I'm glad you idiots are alive, and please don't do it again." Hermione concluded just as Professor Trelawney made her way into the classroom.

"Welcome students, to another enchanting class of Divination. You will do well today, as it has been foretold by the wondrous crystal ball!" Trelawney said in her distant voice, and suddenly a crystal ball sat in the middle of a pedestal on every small table. The students gasped in awe.

"Much like the tarot cards, this device is used to see into the future. Today, I will be assigning you each a classmate to which you will observe in the ball, and once you've gathered enough data about this person, you will share with them their future. Don't let them know too much, however, because knowing too much could lead to a very unlucky life." The teacher spun around the room, and a small jar appeared in her hands. She began pulling out slips, assigning people who they'd be working with, and Harry prayed desperately he didn't get Draco.

"Draco Malfoy," Trelawney called, and the blond boy's head perked up. It seemed as though he had almost fallen asleep, and Harry wondered if the boy had gone to bed after he left. "And Ronald Weasley."

Harry gasped, and Ron looked at Malfoy disgustedly.

"Professor, may I please have a different partner?" He asked.

"That is not how the future works, my dear boy. The fates had decided this long before I." Trelawney said mystically, and returned to calling names.

Hermione was paired up with Neville, fortunately enough for him, and it was down to the last two names.

"Harry Potter, you will be working with Pansy Parkinson." Harry's eyes widened. He couldn't recall ever having spoken to the Slytherin girl in his life, though he did know she was a friend of Malfoy's, and Malfoy would therefore get any information out of her that he so wished for.

Harry stood up and walked over towards Pansy, though Draco still remained beside her.

"I'm not leaving this table, Potter. So, either you force her away from me, or you sit here too with your Weasel." Draco spat venomously, and Harry gulped, refusing to meet the blond's gray eyes.

"Whatever, Malfoy." Harry spoke stably, and turned towards Ron, gesturing for him to come. Eventually the ginger did, and sat across from Malfoy scowling the whole time.

"Trelawney's a proper hag for making me work with him." Ron complained, and Harry couldn't help but chuckle at his friend.

"The feeling is mutual, Weaselbee." Malfoy snapped, and Harry directed his attention back at him. Hours earlier, this boy had been begging for a friend. Now, all he was doing was being a prick. It had to be because of the kiss.

"I hate crystal balls." Pansy spoke, running her fingers across the cool glass. "Third year taking this class, and I still don't understand how they work."

"I'd rather do a tarot card." Harry agreed, and Pansy gave him a quick smile. Draco only scowled at that.

Surprisingly enough, Pansy and Harry got along great, and had managed to decipher each other's future very well. As for Malfoy and Ron, their crystal ball had refused to show anything but emptiness, as if it were just a glass orb with no magical power at all. This had to be a side effect of each other's mutual hatred.

"Harry." Ron whispered, to which he rose his eyebrow at his friend questioningly. He had been busy trying to decipher what Pansy's future meant.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Switch me partners." Ron said, practically begging. He did not want to fail this class, and by working with Malfoy on emotion-based objects, he most certainly would.

"I can't, Ron." Harry said, and turned back to the ball. A flower had revealed itself, and it was repeatedly blossoming before Harry. "If I'm reading this right, something in your life is going to blossom into something good."

Pansy chuckled, and also looked into the ball. Only, she saw a fence. It seemed like a fence used in most Muggle wars, one that wasn't taken care of well and seemed to have survived quite a few blows. Man, she hated symbolism.

"It's a fence. And like, fences block things. So, you're blocking or hiding something. What that is, I don't know." She stated, and Harry frowned. He came to the conclusion that he hated this class.

"Harry, please!" Ron begged, and eventually, Harry gave in. He sat across from Malfoy, refusing to meet the blond's eyes as he gazed into the crystal ball. Immediately, an image appeared before him, half blurred, or maybe that was the snow around it.

"Snow, and hands. I uh, it appears that you're dancing in the snow." He predicted, eyes narrowing as he tried to decipher just who Draco was dancing with.

"Great, because I just love to dance in snow." Draco said sarcastically, eyes rolling repeatedly as he gazed into the ball.

As he took a closer look, Draco's eyes widened. In the ball, he saw a mistletoe and Harry smiling happily into a crib. He saw two Christmas jumpers, and a toddler with changing hair colors balanced on Harry's shoulders whilst his other hand was occupied holding someone else's. He grew jealous, and decided Harry didn't need to know all of this, so he did the only thing he knew he was very good at doing. He lied.

"All I see is emptiness, Potter. Perhaps you'll be forever alone and unloved like your Weasel friend." He gave his best smirk, hoping Harry couldn't see through his façade. He was relieved that whatever Harry was suffering would end and he'd be happy, but he was jealous that whoever Harry was happy with was most likely not him.