RAVENCLAW!

17. All Night Long

Exams were finally over and Draco was pretty sure he did very well in all of them. Well, except for astronomy maybe but who cares for that nonsense? He had also managed to treat Potter and his friends the way his father would approve of even though every insult that came back from the Boy Who Lived to be Stupid caused an uncomfortable twist in his chest.

Because of that he visited Nowhere on a regular basis and damn, talking about it did help a lot (even though it was annoying that Nobody still didn't want to tell him what... you know...).
What was a lot harder to deal with were these stupid muggle songs his roommates wouldn't quit listening to! And by now they even kept playing over and over inside his head as well! And as he knew them by heart because he'd heard the same stupid songs so often (no he didn't like them, thank you very much) he was tempted to sing them out loud! Once he had caught himself really actually doing just that while taking a shower and almost banged his head against the nearest wall to punish himself like a house elf. Yes, that was how pathetic he felt.

Malfoy's did not 'sing'! Neither did they hum or cry or hug their godfather in a school corridor.
A boy like this wouldn't be worthy of the Malfoy name!

Draco Lucius Malfoy would never betray his name ever again.

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"What do you mean, we can't talk to him?"

McGonagall sighed.
"He's not in the castle."

"Then bring him here!"
Ron shouted.

"Mr. Weasley! Where have you left your manners?"

But Ron just ignored the professor.
"It is very urgent!"

"I'm very sorry but Professor Dumbledore just received a letter from the minister this morning, summoning him to the ministry. May I possibly be able to help you with that urgent matter?"

The three friends shared a look. They had just found out that Snape or whoever it was knew how to get past the three headed dog. Apparently the mysterious stranger who gave Hagrid the dragon egg had asked him some questions about Fluffy in return. The only chance to save the stone was if Dumbledore placed it somewhere else. But now that he was gone...

Ron and Hermione gave him a nod each and Harry spoke,
"we know about the Philosopher's stone."

McGonagall's eyes widened and she scrunched her eyebrows in confusion.
"How would you know of such a thing?"

"That doesn't matter right now,"
Ron blurted out,
"Snape is trying to steal it!"

"Enough! I really don't want to know where you got that from but Professor Snape will most definitely not try and steal the stone! He has our headmaster's trust and I'm standing behind that decision as well. Now if you would please return to your common rooms, I have exams to grade."

"But-"
Hermione started to protest but McGonagall shushed her.

"No buts. Out!"

They left, disappointed.
What now?
They were just outside the office when they bumped right into Snape. Just what they had needed in this moment. The potions master said something but Harry couldn't hear a word as he was suddenly boiling with hot anger.

Anger so strong that it overtook all his senses.
Anger at McGonagall.
Anger at Dumbledore.
Anger at Snape.
Anger about the fact that he had to return to the Dursleys soon even though he hadn't wasted a single thought on them in very long.