Chilled Legacy

Chilled Legacy X

A/N: So I did that thing again where I go over my usual chapter word count, so (for like the millionth time) I split the long-ass chapter into 2 parts.
Translation: I'll probably update tomorrow after editing the other half.

Sorry for the wait. Hope you enjoy!

Chilled Legacy X

"Obliviate!"

Blaise turned around slowly, a smirk on his face. "Did you really think that would work?"

Draco turned the corner again and hid behind the wall.
It was too late. He'd already been seen. Blaise appeared in front of him in seconds. "Mind protection spell."

Draco blinked.

"Memory charms can't be reversed."

"Actually they can, but that's not the point. It's a protection spell," Blaise explained smugly. "You're not the only Dark Arts expert, your highness."

"Don't call me that."

"Or what? Going to use your powers?"

Draco was silent.

"Just for that I'll have to teach you a little lesson."

The words wrung in his ears and the scene in front of him stopped. Those exact words, he'd heard them before in a dream.

Mr. Malfoy, take off your gloves.

But—

No buts. We're working with highly flammable ingredients today, I'm afraid.

Ice. Destruction.

"What class do we have now?" Draco asked. The question was directed at himself, but Blaise answered—potions.

Granger and Potter passed by them and broke up the almost fight. Maybe Blaise would've punched him, but Draco knew that wasn't the lesson he was talking about.

Proffessor Slughorn! Malfoy is wearing gloves, isn't that dangerous?

You're quite right Blaise. Mr. Malfoy, take off your gloves.

"You've been acting strange lately," Hermione pointed out on the way to Slughorn's class.

Draco tried to get out of it by telling her he needed to skip, but she was having none of it. When Draco tried to tell her he felt sick it was already too late for lie number two.

It was true, he was acting strange. Whenever they went near Blaise and Pansy he'd drag them the other way. If they didn't budge, he'd run off. Conversation was inexistent in class. In those moments when he was forced to be hauled up in a room with the rest of the Slytherins, all his focus was on Blaise and Pansy.
Draco had gone from missing his Slytherin companions to fearing them, and Granger could tell.
Astoria was noticing too. More than once this week, he canceled their plans because of Pansy and Blaise's penetrating stare.
Draco had read Pansy's mind more than once to know they plotted something each time to get him to reveal his powers to Astoria—fire hexes, passing notes, getting Astoria alone to convince her to rip them off.

His occlumency kept him one step ahead. After having mastered it, some aspects of Legilimency had become easier. He couldn't piece together complete thoughts (at least not Blaise's), but just enough clues to keep him at bay.
Still, Astoria was beginning to grow saddened by his constant cold shoulder.

"Strange how?"

She looked at Blaise who was walking ahead of them but decided to go from another angle. "I haven't seen Astoria around lately."