RAVENCLAW!

7. A Day of Classes

Monday started with double Potions together with Hufflepuff. Draco's favorite subject with his godfather as teacher. But on Friday when they had made their first potion, a cheer-up brew, he'd gotten paired up with a Hufflepuff.
She was pretty good at Potions, Draco had to admit that, but she was way too nosy. The last time she'd asked him why he was 'so grumpy' at least three times. He could only hope today was gonna be better. When he arrived in front of the classroom door, she was already waiting.

"Good morning, Draco! How was your weekend."

He let hear an unnerved groan.
Salazar, this girl was way too cheerfurl for his means. And... wait.
Did she just call him by his first name. What an audacity! He was a Malfoy! She was to show respect towards him!

Draco's eyebrows furrowed in anger and he was just about to tell her off for it when Harry as well as Severus turned up and class started. After they got their instructions on how to continue with their potion the girl - he didn't even try to remember her name - started talking. All the bloody time. And she just wouldn't shut up. Whispering and brabbling about everything and anything. Draco didn't care to listen and concentrated on the potion instead. Every now and then he caught something like :

"My brother is in seventh year now"

and

"It's so rare to have two muggleborn wizards or witches in one family"

or

"I love Michael Jackson! Have you heard of him?"

He hadn't. And he didn't give a damn who that guy was anyway. When Severus limped towards them she got silent until he'd passed them and carried on with checking on the others' potions.
He froze. Limped?! Severus was limping?!

Curious Draco span aroun and looked after his godfather. Yes, he definitely was injured on the left leg. Shortly the thought flicked through his mind, to just ask the Professor about it after class but he shook it off in no time.

This was none of his business.
His father had taught him.
Don't be nosy.
You'll be told about everything you need to know, so don't ask any annoying questions.

Ignoring the concerned voice in the back of his head he went back to cutting his dried rat tails.

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Harry as well had spotted Snape's injury. He even could have sworn to have seen a drop of blood running down the Professor's left shoe. But before he could take a second glance, Snape hid it with his robe and snarled,

"Five points from Ravenclaw for being nosy, Potter, and another five for not concentrating on your assignment. Keep your eyes on your cauldron and whatever this is meant to be inside of it."

Outraged Harry opened his mouth to argue - he hadn't even said a word - but closed it again. This was no good anyways and it would only cost him even more housepoints.
Surpressing his anger he shot a glance into his cauldron. The liquid inside had a sick orange color and thick clumps were swimming on the surface while it should be a clear deep red shade by now.
He'd gotten paired with Padma Patil who turned out to be almost as bad as Harry at potions.
Speaking of Padma, she was glaring at him with an accusing look on her face. As if he would lose all those points on purpose.

Their potion didn't get any better in the remaining half an hour -rather even worse- and Harry was truly relieved when the bell rang and he was finally able to storm out.

The next two lessons were dragging on and on.
They had Transfiguration with the Slytherins and although McGonagall was pretty strict and kept her classroom silent most of the time, Harry could hear Draco and his friends whispering insults towards him and sniggering every time he failed to transfigure his match into a needle.
As if it wasn't enough to distract him from the lesson, it had to be Draco calling him stupid names. Last time he'd checked they had been on good terms! Well at least he hadn't been insulting him anymore since Saturday. But having shared a dorm with the other boy for over two months (has it really been that long already) Harry guessed it was because of Crabbe, Goyle, Zabini and Parkinson. In evidence of Draco spending so much time with his friends, they had to be important to him. And Slytherins were mostly very prejudiced towards almost everything, including the other three houses. Maybe Malfoy wanted to prove that he's still Slytherin enough to be with them or maybe even lead them, despite him being a Ravenclaw.

In DADA Quirrell's stuttering started to really annoy him today.
Couldn't he just say what he was thinking? Finally the bell rang and he sprinted all the way down to the great hall for lunch and headed straight for the Gryffindor table. When Ron and Hermione finally joined him he immediately started to tell them everything about Snapes leg. Hermione was the first to see the connection.

"Wait! Did anyone of you see Snape since Friday?"

Both boys shook their heads.

"What if he got bitten by Fluffy as he tried to get past him when everybody was distracted by the troll?"

"Wait, so you're saying that Snape let the troll inside?"

"Probably, yes!"

They kept on discussing all the time during lunch. Harry had to admit, it sounded a bit ridiculous. A teacher trying to break into a guarded room inside the school? But after all, Snape didn't seem like any of the other teachers.
Drifting off in thought his eyes caught platinum blonde hair reflecting the sun which stood high in the enchanted ceiling. Malfoy's eyebrows were drawn together in something that looked like a mix of concern and curiosity as he was talking to his friends. They still hadn't exchanged a word since the... incident.
As if the other boy was sensing his gaze, the blonde looked up and locked eyes with him.

"Harry, what do you reckon this dog thing is guarding?"

The bespectacled boy tore his eyes away when Ron adressed him and suddenly focused on his food unconfortably. The question he just answered with a short shrug. Hermione seemed to notice his strange behaviour.

"Are you alright? Did anything else happen?"

Acting surprised by the question he made up an excuse.

"What? Oh, no. Just wondering..."

"Fine then."

The bushy haired girl said, sounding unconvinced.

"Wanna go down to the lake with us after Astronomy? Fred and George have Quidditch practice at five so we could go to the pitch and watch them afterwards."

Harry simply nodded, still a bit lost in thoughts - even when they walked to Charms together.

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Draco was confused.
Hundreds of questions filled his head and costed him all his concentration.
A few things, he'd shared with his friends but none of them had an idea what had happened to his godfather's leg. Most of the thoughts he had to keep to himself.
He couldn't tell Pansy and Blaise about the dog-creature thing and neither could he mention that he wondered why the Granger girl suddenly started talking to Potter.
It was a ridiculous thought anyway.
Why should he care who the boy spent his time with?
At this moment they were sitting huddled together with the Weaslebee in their corner of the Astronomy classroom.
The days were still too long to be able to see the stars at this time of the day so they were still stuck with the theory-bullshit.

'In what angle does Mars stand to Venus in June?'

Who CARES? Even if Draco could concentrate on stupid planet positions, he still wouldn't bother to pay attention. When the bell rang he left the classroom with an empty parchment.