Harry Potter Fan Fiction

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Confused as to why Harry would be hiding something, I yawned again and said, "I'll say goodmorning to you guys in an hour. Wake me up for breakfast, Hermione."

I walked out of the Room, and headed back to the common room, where I'd go back to bed and get the rest of my sleep, if I could stop mulling over Harry's reluctance to tell me something. Something, I was guessing, that I needed to know. And I could sure as hell tell you it was something that I wanted to know.

"Password?" The Fat Lady croaked once I got to the Gryffindor common room's portrait.

"Snuffler Gooneyberg," I said. Snuffler Gooneyberg, according to Luna Lovegood (one time I asked her), was a Snuffler that could talk, and he saved the world from being taken over by Rackspurts. That girl really was Loony, but we still loved her. According to everyone else, though, it was some crazy bloke who thought he was a dog.

The painting opened and I stepped inside, pulling it closed behind me. Over in the corner, Dean Thomas and Ginny Weasley were snogging.

I cleared my throat, "Ready to snog her face off this early in the morning, Thomas?"

Sure, him and Harry were good mates, but him and I dated in third year for a bit, and then he started sneaking around with Ginny, so I broke up with him. Nobody knew about it but me, not even Ginny's friends. He pisses me off now.

It wasn't Ginny's fault though; nobody knew we were dating. Her and I are still pretty good friends.

He waved me away without taking a break from snogging with Ginny, so I just went up to the girls' dormitory, with a shrug.

There was my bed, sheets ruffled and thrown about like I'd left them when I was woken by Hedwig.

I layed down on top of the covers, without changing, and quickly fell asleep.

It was like an annoying little bee that wouldn't go away. 'Oh... it must be Hermione waking me up,' I thought, because this was how it always felt when she did.

"Heather! Heathy? Heathy, wake up! Heather, wake up!" I could now hear her becoming exasperated. "I don't know why I even try."

"Because you need to succeed," I said, smiling and opening my eyes, answering her spoken wonder.

She shrugged, "Very true. Anyway, we need to go downstairs to breakfast, the boys are waiting for us, and Harry says that Malfoy's disappeared off the Map again." Oh, Malfoy has been disappearing off the Maurauder's Map a lot lately.

I'm really not against Harry with the whole "Draco's a Death Eater" thing, but I put on a facade that says I am against him, to try to encourage him not to go after Malfoy. It's dangerous, and since I've known him, Malfoy has perplexed me. I hear him cry when I walk by the bathroom that's occupied by Moaning Mertle, but yet he's a coniving bully. He's very handsome, and I'd definitely thought about asking him out in first year, but he was abully then, and now he's much worse - a Death Eater! 

I yawned and got out of bed. I took a good look in the mirror. Why did I even bother doing my hair earlier?

"One second, Hermione. Wait there," I said, then rushed to get my brush, and yanked it through my straight, but very frizzy hair.

"Okay, ready to go," I said happily once I packed my brush away in my dresser.

Hermione and I linked arms and we practically skipped down to the Great Hall. But just outside it lurked Pansy Parkinson, looking distraught.

"Mudblood," Pansy hissed under her breath, then she got louder, to actually speak to us. "I know under normal circumstances, I'd never talk to you in a billion years, but have you seen Draco? I've been worrying. He didn't come back to the common room last night."

"He's probably just dropped off of the face of the-" I began, but was cut off by, "Draco! There you are! I'm so glad you're alright!"

Pansy pushed past us and ran into Draco's arms, who looked less than happy to be hugging her. His gaze met mine, and for some extremely strange reason, it softened a lot. I was confused, but then he quickly looked away, and I saw the slightest color rise in his cheeks, but just as quickly as it was there, it was gone, and his expression was pained. He held his left wrist and Pansy asked him something. He nodded, then they continued into the Great Hall.

Hermione and I, not miffed at all, continued to the Great Hall behind Parkinson and Malfoy.

We went straight to the Gryffindor table and we sat across from Ron and Harry who were arguing in whispers. They quickly shut up once they noticed we sat down.

"Harry's going on about how Draco's a Death Eater and all that again and blah, blah, blah..." Ron rolled his eyes.

"He is, and I'm not going to stop until I prove it!" Harry whispered loudly.

"Hermione, before you disagree with him, and Ron, before you start arguing with him again, I really need to tell you that I do agree with him," I began. "You know how Voldemort communicates with his Death Eaters, by pressing his finger against one of the Dark Marks, and everyone feels that burn?"

They all nodded so that I could go ahead and finish. "Well, Draco Malfoy just practically writhed in pain, grasping the place where his Dark Mark would be. So, therefore, I agree. He's a Death Eater."

Just as I finished, Draco stood up and marched out of the Great Hall, pushing open the door with such force that I thought he would break it. Harry, Ron, and Hermione didn't seem to notice. How could you not notice that? I thought, then excused myself. "I need to... uhm, go to the bathroom."

"'Kay," Ron said, and I was off, chasing after Draco Malfoy. The possible Death Eater.

And there I was, just moments ago, thinking that it was too dangerous for Harry to believe that he was a Death Eater, because he would go after him... Just like I was doing right then.

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about 1040 word count, not including this note and 'Chapter Two'