My Own Treachery

Chapter 15 | "Pierre Philosophale"

It was the day of break, I had spent most of my time either in the library or in the Slytherin commons, reading, studying and getting my self prepped for the wrath of my parents. Deciding not to go to the hospital wing, for potion or to exercise. I didn't want to seem more down than I already was. I had packed up my clothes, and Capones little hut. With him sleeping happily in a pocket on the inside of my robes. I walked into the commons, seeing Draco at the bottom of the stairs he waited for me at the bottom.

"If you need to get away from your folks at all, let me know" He whispered, walking out of the commons with me, with his suit case in tow, "Consider it a gift from me, I'm sure mother and father wouldn't mind" he seemed to understand more, then most of the other students did, what it was like to live with people, where names and reputation matter.

I smiled softly, "I should be fine, thanks though Draco" I whispered, going on a bit louder I asked a question, "Ready to go home? Excited?"

He scofted at me, "I would be if we didn't get homework, I haven't even started, I presume you got it all done?" he replied assuming correctly.

"Me not get work done ahead of time, you don't know me very well Malfoy" I replied, in a cocky tone, sticking my nose up in the air, in a joking matter.

"Should let me copy off of you, at least with the essay for history of magic and you answers for the transfiguration sheet" He suggested, "You know it would be a nice gift to me"

I chuckled, "I'll think about it" I replied to him, "I need to say goodbye to some other people, I'll meet you on the train yea?" I asked, as his two fat friends joined us.

He nodded waving me off, "I'll save you a seat, love" He chuckled walking away. His friends in tow.

While I walked to the great hall, seeing Harry and Ron playing wizards chest. Walking over I took a seat, next to Ron, observing them play for bit, Hermione was bound to show up soon. Ron was winning the game, which surprised me, a game of strategy, of mind he was good at. Who knew?

As his queen took out Harrys knight Hermione appeared, a face of displeasure, "What a barbaric game"

"That's wizards chess for you, I see both you and Amber have packed" Ron responded looking at our luggage.

"I'll be back, once I find something on Flamel, Once I have I'll be back, I don't want to stick around" I replied, looking to realize he wasn't packed.

"I see you're not" Hermione retorted.

Ron shrugged, "Change of plans, my parents decided to got to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie; he's studying dragons there" He explained simply.

Hermione nodded, "Good, then you can help Harry find out more about Nicolas Flamel" She ordered, I nodded in agreement.

"We've already looked a hundred times, not including how often you and Amber are in there looking" Ron objected.

Hermione leaned in closely, "Not in the restricted section"

I then leaned, matching Hermione's tone, "And look a hundred times if you have to." Standing up, I smiled lightly, "Also don't get caught" With that, I turned away, Hermione did as well.

The train ride didn't last as long as I had hoped. I sat with Draco and his friends, helping with their work and talking about the year, I of course left out a few things. Now I was standing in the door way of home, with my sister, whom had changed her hair, from dirty blond to brown. Obviously, not wanting to show up different, knowing they would snap on her for not looking the way they wanted.