enchanted • draco malfoy

Year 4: Crucio

Felicity's POV

I walked down to the Great Hall with Hermione for breakfast the next morning, my thoughts scattered between my encounter with Malfoy on the train and the Durmstrang guy. I took note of the latter sitting at the table already, joking around with the twins. Mione was oddly quiet, and I could tell she had something on her mind. We sat at the table in silence, both of us lost in our minds, before Ron and Harry plopped down in front of us.

"Here's your guys' schedules," Ron said, already talking through a mouthful of bacon. He handed us each the printed list, and I smiled seeing we had DADA first. Then rolled my eyes. We also had Double Potions with the Slytherins. Great. Harry was inspecting his schedule with a frown as well.

I was about to suggest we head to Defense Against the Dark Arts when my eyes met with the dark brown ones of the boy from Durmstrang. He couldn't be more than two years older than me. He smiled widely, a twinkle in his eyes, and a blush crept across my cheeks. I looked down quickly, my blonde hair falling like a curtain between the two of us.

"We should get to class, guys," I urged, my face still red. Suddenly I felt a shiver travel down my spine and I turned, eyes scanning the hall. They stopped on Malfoy, who was glaring one of the most intense glares I've ever seen from him. My brow furrowed in confusion and he merely narrowed his eyes before turning to Goyle and hissing something, probably with malicious intent. I rolled my eyes and grabbed my bag, joining Hermione and the boys.

Hermione was walking slow, Ron and Harry a good distance in front of us. "Okay, Mione," I sighed, "What's wrong?" She was quiet for a moment, before blurting, "What is this rumor I'm hearing about you and Draco Malfoy?" I froze. "Excuse me?"

Mione exhaled deeply, running a hand through her hair. "Lavender Brown said she saw you coming out of a compartment on the train looking flustered, and then Draco followed you out not a moment later."

I gaped, seething and ready to gauge of Lavender's eyes. "Absolutely nothing is going on between Draco and me! I mean, you'd think Lavender of all people would know what 'nothing going on' looks like, considering the fact that no one can stand her!" I replied furiously, "But, Mione, I swear, I still hate his guts!"

Hermione turned to look at me. All she said was, "So it's 'Draco', now? Not 'Malfoy'? Or 'prick' or 'git' or 'dirtbag'?" I opened and closed my mouth, at a loss for words for one of the few times in my life.

My best friend just nodded. "Yeah," she murmured, "That's what I thought."

~*~

"Alastor Moody," said man wrote on the board in chalk, "Ex-Auror, Ministry malcontent... and your new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher." He turned from the board to face the class, half of whom were shrinking away with the other half leaning forward eagerly, as if they couldn't get enough.

"I am here because Dumbledore asked me. End of story, goodbye, the end." His fake eye twitched and his voice thundered throughout the small room. "Any questions?" No one had any and Mad-Eye seemed satisfied.

"When it comes to the Dark Arts," he began in an ominous voice, " I believe in a practical approach. But first, which of you can tell me how many Unforgivable Curses there are?" I could hear Hermione gulp beside me before she answered, breaking the silence. "Three, sir."

Moody whirled on her. "And they are so named?" he questioned, sounding almost excited. "Because they are unforgivable," Mione replied, her voice wavering, "The use of any one of them will-" "Will earn you a one-way ticket to Azkaban, correct!" he interrupted, growling out the words as he wrote '3 Unforgivable Curses' on the chalkboard.