Break has ended, thankfully. I was getting tired of everyone giggling and whispering every time I walked past... We had defense against the dark arts before break and were enlightened to know that after break we'd rejoin the class to partake in an activity. I'm hoping it's PVP styled training, and I'm hoping that we can pair with our house so I can have permission to cast whatever spell I want on Mr. Malfoy. Otherwise, I can always be really nasty and make it look like someone else is doing it... That doesn't sound like me, but I will get him back somehow. Shit, I'm starting to sound like a Slytherin.
Although, I'm not quite sure if I want to go through with any plotting considering what just went on between Professor McGonagal, Draco, and myself. It was humiliating to have paraded like that in front of so many people unknowingly, people I have to face each and every day. The bright side to all of this is that it happened to Malfoy as well, so he's suffering as much as I am. Serves him right to quiver in embarrassment... But why does it have to be because everyone now has this fantasy in their head that we "like" like each other? Of everything I've been through, this is possibly the single most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me.
The class fills up and Professor Umbridge stands in the center of us all to present the activity. I think everyone was surprised to hear her say that we'd be practicing stun spells, a spell that could frankly hurt someone if done incorrectly. Technically, any spell could harm you if you're clumsy or stupid. But these spells, I'm sure I heard Professor Dumbledore actually say they aren't allowed to be taught to fifth years... Umbridge is a sketchy one.
"Alright, grab a partner and make a place for yourself in the room." Umbridge announces.
I watch the crowd to find Malfoy but catch myself struggling to spot the blond imp. I won't be very impressed if of all the classes he could have bunked today, he bunked this one.
"Eris!"
I whip my head around to see who calls, I already knew it couldn't be Malfoy. I smile when I realize that it's Crabb.
"Want to pair with me?" Crabb asks.
"What about me?!" Goyle wails, throwing his arms in the air.
"Pair with Draco, he's better at not cursing you to vomit up slugs."
I see Malfoy finally emerge from the crowd to join his trio.
"I will pick who I pair with on my own," He says.
When he looks at me I feel for a second he'll pick me. But he quickly changes his gaze and grabs Crabbs' robe, yanking him away. Goyle and I exchange shy glances until I smile welcomingly, inviting him to stand ahead of me in position.
Goyle is a pleasant partner, he doesn't flirt with me nor does he want to fight me. He just does what he's supposed to, presenting himself as a quiet and almost gentle person. I haven't had time to spend with him since I've been here, I didn't even know his name till today. I just saw him hanging around Malfoy, I'm familiar with his face. But even so, he may be nice, I don't trust Slytherin... Sometimes I wonder why I didn't just go to Gryffindor.
"Alright children! You're all doing wonderfully." Umbridge cheers, "Now, switch partners and carry on. We've got a long hour to practice."
Switch partners? Goyle and I look at each other, lost. Then Draco and Crabb come back towards us, Crabb looks so tired. Poor boy, Draco beat him to a pulp and he's just about to grab Goyles robe when my instincts take over. Before I know it, Malfoys' body has crashed to the floor...Crabb and Goyle look at me with both thanks and worry, the three of us already know what I'm in for when Draco stands up.
With shock still sticken on his face, Draco plunges off of the ground in a rage filled haste.
"This was your last straw, Magot?!" He shouts to me.
I don't have a second to spare to reply when he aggressively throws his arm in the air, asserting a spell at me. I tip my wand and hurl the spell away, remembering from last time that his first spell gives way for the next to follow quickly after--like a diversion. I swing back away from the angry spell and knock it away too. I can see from his face how furious he is, especially now that I've counteracted his spells with learnt ease.
I haven't prepared to throw back at him when he musters up his next and swings it towards me. I bat it away, finding my chance with his surprise keeping him still. I ready my wrist and flick, the spell goes whirling at him with immense speed. He attempts to knock it away when he himself is knocked away. He slides across the floor between the crowd of students that have gathered to observe our action. I figured by now that Umbridge would stop us, what if one of us gets hurt? I can't stop him on my own.
Draco stands up slowly, readying his final attempt at hitting me. I feel like I'm ready when suddenly I'm swept off of my feet and thrown flat on my back against the hard ground, and when I thought it was over, Draco whips his wand and hits me with his stun spell. I feel my body contract with pain all over, my lungs compress, and all I can do is scream.
Umbridge stands atop the stairs to her office pridefully and screams, "And that is a beautiful representation of a stun spell! Ten points to Slytherin!"
A few kids from Gryffindor run to my aid as the rest of Slytherin stand emotionless. No one could decide whether to be proud that Draco won points for Slytherin or worried about what he's done to me, I am part of Slytherin after all.
"Draco! Help her!" The girl sitting beside me demands.
The panic officially sets in with Draco and he stands frozen before the scene.
"Take it back, Draco!" Pansey joins.
"I-I don't know how..." He whispers.
I stay screaming on the floor as the boy with glasses hastily tries to find a spell in his memory, the ginger one only shakes with fear, and the girl observes in shock. The whole room, in fact, was shocked and incapable of helping me. Even Umbridge didn't know the reversal spell but I doubt she wanted to either, her wicked smile never left her face as she gazed upon my agony.
My throat begins to burn with my screams and my body stays the same. My whole being is on fire and there's no way I can move that can ease it, I'm burning. I'm burning to death... From the inside.
Then, my screaming converts to whimpers as my body tickles back to normal. The fire dies out and my body is cool and still... Behind the girl next to me I see a tall shadow with his wand steady, his brooding stare makes him look dark and scary. But I believe he just saved me from what felt like a short lived life, or perhaps that's what the spell was meant to make you feel. I was to be under the impression that I was dying, Draco wouldn't attempt to really kill me, would he?
The shadow lowers his wand and frowns in Dracos direction, "That was not a stun spell." He hushes, "Regardless, it is not allowed until your seventh year and you can see why. You're not mature enough to know the consequences, some of us may never be still."
"Snape," Umbridge greets. "You're disrupting my class."
"You're not following the rules and endangering our students," Professor Snape spits.
"Now, they're my students too, Professor."
Snape huffs and begins walking towards me laying near asleep on the floor.
"You are dismissed, everyone out." Snape demands.
The students in the room take no time to waste and leave at the wrath of Professor Snape. He's certainly the most strict Professor in Hogwarts and known to be the meanest, but I favor him for his brutal honesty and quick remarks... My eyes are closed but I'm still half conscious, I'm able to hear as Snape and Umbridge argue. Soon after they finish talking, however, my senses fall away and the world is silent. I knew I wasn't but I really wanted to be dead.
