Unmasked

Smashed Glass and Flashes Back

A few days passed without much issue. The weekend was quiet, full of studying and goofing off with Zonko's products. Saturday night was spent by the fireplace; Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Dean, Neville, Ginny and Lavender discussed what they did over their holiday breaks. The next day, Hermione spent most of her day in the library, researching a spell for her charms paper. Harry, Ron, and Ginny went flying, bundling up against the cold weather. Draco spent most of his day in his dormitory, curtains drawn and reading. He tried to get ahead in potions and transfiguration, but ended up zoning out, eyes unfocused and staring at the green curtains around his bed. In the evening Draco didn't show up for dinner, and Pansy said he was sleeping. She brought him back dinner. Harry and the other boys spent Sunday night cackling at each other as they tried jellybeans and candies that made you impersonate animals and objects. The Gryffindors spent their nights perfectly content, whereas Pansy spent the night trying and failing to get Draco to eat. He insisted he wasn't hungry and rolled over on his bed. Pansy's face fell as she trudged back to her dorm.

Monday morning came too early for the students liking, especially the Gryffindor boys whom didn't sleep until 3 am. When Hermione and Ginny started banging on their door at 7am they groaned collectively, Seamus and Ron yelling for the girls to go away. Hermione huffed, but she left with Ginny, calling back to them that they were going for breakfast. As the boys rolled (or thudded, if you're Ron) out of bed, they yawned and rubbed their puffy eyes. Harry lazily tossed his white shirt and sweater over his head, not bothering to tuck them into his pants. He stuffed his feet into his shoes, then looked around for his robe and wand. Scowling at his trunk and nightstand he cursed. Harry yanked at his trunk latches, tossing around the items inside. Nothing. His nightstand was empty. "For fucks sake," he grumbled. "Has anyone seen my robe? Or my wand?"

Harry's vision suddenly went dark as a robe hit him in the face. "Thanks, Seamus. How about my wand?" Harry glanced around at the other boys, who all shrugged.

Dean shook his head. "Check under your bed maybe? Or in your blankets?"

Harry sighed, shaking out his blanket. Still nothing. Dropping to his knees, he then flattened to the floor and skirted under the bed. Sure enough, his wand was laying against the wall under his headboard. He army crawled towards it, grabbed the wand, then smacked his head trying to get up. "Fuck," he cursed again. He rubbed his head after standing and shaking his head at his wand before dropping it in his robe pocket and dusting himself off.

"C'mon, mate," Ron said as Harry was brushing his teeth. "We have to go, or we'll be late. Don't need any points deducted."

Harry rolled his eyes, shouldering his bag and heading for the door. "Yeah, yeah. Let's go."

*

Harry and Ron rushed in just after Seamus and settled at their table, out of breath. Draco glanced up, brows raised as the slumped down. Confused, he whispered, "What, did you guys just run here?"

Harry glanced over his shoulder at Slughorn who was just starting his lesson. "Basically, yeah. Tell you later."

"Okay?" Draco digressed.

Slughorn's lesson dragged, lulling the sleepy Gryffindors into a doze. Draco looked at the three boys with an expression that was a mix of distain and jealously. He tried to pay attention and take notes, but instead doodled on the sides of his pages. Once Slughorn was done talking, Draco leaned across the desks to flick the boys awake. He laughed as they rubbed their foreheads, then stood to get the materials. As he sauntered back with arms full of jars the door swung open, revealing Professors Snape and McGonagall. Draco glanced up at them as they entered.

"What can I do for you, Professors?" Slughorn asked as Draco set most of the jars on the desk.

"Could we please see Mr. Malfoy?" McGonagall asked.