Snake hair: Secret Societies (Draco x F!Reader) (Book 5)

DADA with Umb*tch

Dream POV

I was walking through a dark tunnel, made out of smooth, black stone. It went dark. I was now on the floor, slithering towards something. It went dark again. A hand and Voldemorts voice calling my name. A door with a golden door knob in the middle. The Department of Mysteries and a crystal ball with grey smoke in it. The images repeated themselves and then Voldemort appeared. 

"(Y/N)." He hissed. "Come to me." He continued. "You'll have everything." It went dark and there appeared a scene before me. "You'll have the life you always wanted." The voice from Voldemort said. In front of me were all my friends and family. I sat in the middle of all of them, smiling and enjoying their company. It went dark again and when I could see again, a version of me stood in front of me (Really weird sentence, I know.) She was holding Draco's hand and smiled down at me. 

"Come, (Y/N)." She offered me her hand and I took it carefully. She pulled me up and turned me around. I looked over my shoulder and the version of myself was gone. I looked back and noticed that I had taken the clone's place. "Come, love." Draco said to me. "Join us." He whispered. I now knew this wasn't real. I tried to pull myself away, but Draco's grip was to strong. He dragged me over to where my friends and family were. They all looked up at me and smiled. But there was something wrong. All of them had night black eyes. Their smiles grew twisted and it looked like they belonged in St. Mungo's department for temporary spell damage. I still tried to pull myself away, but I couldn't get free. 

A cloud of black smoke appeared and Voldemort was now standing in the middle of the circle we were sitting in. I closed my eyes and bowed my head, refusing to look up at him. Then the same happened as in my first dream. Everything was dark and it was only Draco. He kissed me and I pushed him away earlier this time. He didn't have a painful expression on his face this time, but a scowl. "We're over." Was the only thing he said before turning around and disappearing into the darkness. 

Draco's cries filled the soundless darkness and I clapped my hands over my ears, begging for this nightmare to stop. Everything started shaking and somebody cried my name. There was a sudden flood of water.

Then I woke up

I woke up just like the first two times. Hermoine and Samira stood at the side of my bed, looking down at me. Samira had an empty glass in her hand and I presumed that they had thrown water over me, because my head, pajama and bed were wet. "Another dream?" Hermoine asked and I nodded. "Was it worse than the last two?" Samira asked. "Some parts were." I answered. "You wanna talk about it?" I was silent for a moment, then looked back up. "It was just you guys again. The only terrible part was that Draco 'broke up' with me." I explained, making air quotes with my fingers. 

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The first lesson we had next morning was DADA. I had told Draco about my dream and he told me he would be with me for the rest of the day, much to my delight. I was sitting in the DADA classroom next to Draco and I was folding a paper bird. I placed it in my hand and blew against it. The paper bird flew off my hand and came to life. It gracefully glided through the room, some of the boys hitting it from time to time. It came back around and it suddenly caught fire and the ashes fell into my desk. I turned my head and looked towards the back of the class. 

There in her pink dress, wand in hand, stood Umbrigde. Umbridge was a small, chubby woman with short brown curls and a very fake smile. She always wears pink and it doesn't complement her posture at all. I mentally groaned at the sight of her and look back forward. "Good morning, children." She greeted the class. "Ordinary Wizarding Level examinations." Umbridge spoke, while using her wand to write it on the chalkboard. "O- W- Ls. Otherwise known as OWLs." She smiled. "Does this woman think we're 5 or something?" Draco asked. "She probably does. She was at my hearing, she tried to get me expelled." I explained. "Okay, now I really hate this woman." He replied. 

"Study hard and you will be rewarded. Fail to do so and the consequences may be severe." She pointed her wand at a pile of books behind her and the book started floating, handing themselves to out. I opened my book and skipped through the pages. There was nothing about using defensive spells and there was only theory in it. 

"Your previous instruction in this subject has been disturbingly uneven. But you'll be pleased to know that you will be following a carefully structured, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic. Yes?" Umbridge pointed at Hermoine and as if Hermoine could read my mind, she asked the question I wanted to ask. "There's nothing about using defensive spells?" She asked. "Using spells? Well, I can't imagine why you would need to use spells in my classroom." She laughed. "We're not going to use magic?" Ron asked. "You'll be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way." She explained. "What use is that? If we're attacked, it won't be risk-free." Harry stated. "Students will raise their hands when they speak in my class." Umbridge snapped. 

"It's the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be sufficient to get you through your examinations which, after all, is what school is about." She continued. "And how is theory supposed to prepare us for what's out there?" I asked. "There is nothing out there, dear. Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourself?" She asked me. "I don't know. Maybe Lord Voldemort?" The whole class went silent by his name. 

Umbridge's smile disappeared, but quickly found it again. "Now, let me make this quite plain." She said, slowly walking through the rows of tables. "You have been told that a certain dark wizard is at large once again. This. is. a. lie." She exclaimed. "It's not a lie. I saw him. I even fought him." I snapped. "Detention, Mrs. Hydra." Umbridge boomed. "So, Cedric Diggory dropped dead on his own accord?" Harry asked furiously. "Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident." Umbridge scoffed. "It was murder. Voldemort killed him!" Harry yelled. "ENOUGH!" Umbridge yelled. "See me later, Mr. Potter and Mrs. Hydra. My office." She ordered.

"You got detention on your first day." Draco hissed. "I don't care. As long as the Ministry doesn't believe Voldemort's back, I will have more fights like this. Had one yesterday evening with Seamus. He blamed us for his mother saying that he wasn't allowed back this year." I explained. "That little rat's going to get it now." Draco muttered. "Do you believe me?" I asked. "Yes. From everything that has happened to you and Potter, that's enough proof, isn't it?" He asked. I smiled and grabbed his hand. 

At least some believe us