Your Grief is My Grief [DM] sequel to Beauty and the Beast

Chapter Twelve

Draco's POV:

"Malfoy!" someone hissed into my ear. I furrowed my eyebrows intensely and rolled over, draping my arm over my ear so as to avoid any more interruptions to my sleep. It was rare that I managed to get any sleep at all, and to interrupt that would be a death wish. I was giving this person a second chance at life. "Malfoy, get up!" I recognized the voice as Blaise's. Figuring he might realize that I did not want to be woken, I growled lowly. "Merlin's pants, Draco," he huffed. I heard his footsteps trail away and was slowly slipping back into the sweet grip of sleep when my duvet was ripped off of me. Cold tendrils slithered their way around my body, causing gooseflesh to erupt across my exposed skin.

Deciding that was enough, I shot up angrily with my arms wrapped around my bare chest.. "What?" I snapped.

"Did you hear about Katie Bell?" he asked me with a wide smirk on his dark skin. My stomach suddenly weighed significantly less and leapt up into my chest.

Trying to play my nervousness off, I sniggered angrily. "You woke me up to talk about a bloody Gryffindor?" I reached down and drew my blanket back around my body, instantly warming up.

"Well, yes," he rolled his eyes, "but don't tell me you didn't hear what happened to her on the road from Hogsmeade."

"Zabini, I came back from Hogsmeade early and went straight to bed, so no, I did not hear what happened to Katie Bell, the Gryffindor, on the road from Hogsmeade."

"There's no need to get so snappy with me." He held his hands up in defense and tried to feint an innocent looking face.

"I swear to all things vengeful I will hex you into next week," I curled my lip at the boy in front of me.

"Fine," he sighed dramatically. "You take the fun out of everything. Remember when you used to-"

"Blaise." I cut him off sharply. "Katie Bell, remember?"

"Oh, yes!" he exclaimed. "She was cursed."

"What?" I gawked in surprise.

"Yeah, Potter saw it all. Said she flew into the air and thrashed around in the snow. She was sent straight to St. Mungo's."

"How'd it happen?" I pulled my blankets up to my chin and wrapped them around my shoulders to try to hide how much I was shaking.

"That's the thing. See, I was listening into the conversation that Potter and his pals had with McGonagall and apparently, Bell touched a cursed necklace that was meant for Dumbledore." He raised an eyebrow at me. "Know anything about that?"

Shaking my head quickly, I denied any involvement in the deed.

"What time is it?" I asked Blaise.

"Almost lunch, I think. Why?"

"Have you seen Liz?" I muttered, rolling off of my bed and slipping a t-shirt and black jeans on.

"Last I saw her, she was in the common room," he replied easily, lounging back on my bed.

I didn't bother putting shoes or socks on as I hurried from the room. "By the way," I paused before I actually stepped out of the room. "Get off of my bed." At that I took a sharp left turn and jogged to the common room.

There weren't many students in the dark room seeing as it was almost lunch time. I noticed Liz right away, who was curled up in a round, emerald green chair beside one of the large windows that opened up to the lake. She had an open book placed on her lap but it was forgotten as she was staring out the window at a grindylow that was wrestling with an odd, orange colored fish.