Entranced (Draco Malfoy)

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Draco Malfoy and Dove Taylor walk into Defense Against the Dark Arts, finding Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ernie MacMillan, and Megan Jones already in there. 

"Where are we sitting?" Dove asks her boyfriend in a quiet voice. "I don't really know who to trust."

"You don't think we can trust them?" Draco asks in surprise.

"The only person I know I can trust is you." She sighs, "After this morning, I don't know what to believe anymore."

"Well, you said yesterday it could be anyone," he points out, leading her to the opposite side of the classroom away from everyone else. 

"I know." She looks at him, grabbing his hand and entwining their fingers, "Draco, we need to be serious about this. I know you want to put it out of your mind, but you can't. This is bigger than us. Someone wants to ki--" 

"Sh," he shushes frantically, looking around to see if anyone is listening in. "We can't talk about it here."

The day passes slowly, and when Draco goes to Potions, Dove can't help but walk around the castle slightly aimlessly under the pretense of searching for clues. She's almost positive she won't find anything, but this gives her something to do. 

She could hang out with Hannah and Susan, but she's worried they'd point out the fact that she's kind of distant already. She knows they feel it. She can simply see it in their faces. She doesn't want their disappointment or their worry. 

"Hello, Dove," Pansy calls from behind her.

Dove stiffens a little, turning with a forced smile, "Hi, Pansy." 

The girl in question walks calmly up to her, a letter in her hand, "I have something for you. You left it in the Great Hall."

"I didn't leave anything behind," Dove counters, knowing for a fact she didn't.

"Yes, you did," the black-haired girl insists. "Your owl, Hazel, dropped it off right before you left? I was watching because I saw you leave it." 

The Hufflepuff sighs irritably, extending her hand for the letter, "Thank you. Goodbye."

With that, she spins on her heel and quickly walks away, heart racing. She turns a corner, hearing Pansy's footsteps recede down the hall. Dove swallows, looking at the letter in her hand. She opens it, seeing that it is addressed to her surprisingly.

Dove Malfoy,

Before she even continues reading, she looks at the name with narrowed eyes. This is not a friend that is owling her. This is most definitely foe. No one addresses her as Dove Malfoy. 

Obviously, you know your life (and other lives) are in danger this year. I would advise you to not let your guard down. Don't trust anyone. Don't believe anyone. Also... while you're sleeping, the taskholder is working. Good luck. 

One last thing, Dove... You never know how soon the taskholder will start their attempts at taking your life.

Yours always. 

Her first thought is Draco. He needs to see this letter. But maybe she should ask someone for help. If she told Dumbledore, at least he'd know. But what if he just waves it off? What if he didn't believe her? 

And the letter did say not to trust anyone... So why should she trust whoever sent the letter? Should she risk it? Should she tell Dumbledore? Should she tell Professor Sprout? Or should she tell Professor McGonagall? She sighs, sitting down on a bench nearby. What should she do?