Darkness Falls

Fourteen

1992 - Second Year

Harry and Ron followed closely behind Draco deeper into the Slytherin common room which was surprisingly deserted, much to Draco's liking.

Harry noted that the common room was larger and more spacious than the Gryffindor's, and yet it was noticeably darker. It had a coldness about it despite the fire blazing in the corner of the room. They both continued to follow Draco as he moved towards the open seating area, falling into one of the seats before he looked up at the pair staring down at him.

"Well sit down," Draco told them, looking at them with confusion. Harry and Ron immediately sat down on the sofa beside Draco, taking in their surroundings as he went on.

"You'd never know the Weasley's were purebloods, the way they behave. They're an embarrassment to the Wizarding world, all of them," he finished. Ron couldn't help but clench his fist as he listened to Draco drone on about his family,

"What's wrong with you, Crabbe?" He asked, noticing the fist Ron had screwed up completely. Harry nudged him slightly and Ron coughed, relaxing his hand slightly and focusing once more on the task at hand.

"Stomach ache," Ron answered, gaining an unsympathetic shrug from Draco.

"I'm surprised The Daily Prophet hasn't done a report on all of these attacks. I suppose Dumbledore is trying to hush it all up, father always said he was the worst thing to ever happen to this place," Draco continued before he was interrupted by Harry.

"You're wrong!" Harry yelled, startling Draco who had moved to an upright position to glare at him. Draco stood up and looked down at the Gryffindors masquerading as Slytherins.

"What? You think there's someone worse than Dumbledore?" He asked with venom in his tone. Harry looked at Ron as he realised he could've blown their cover in a matter of minutes before an idea came to his head.

"Harry Potter?" He said slowly.

Draco's face relaxed and his glare replaced with a smirk. "Good one Goyle. You're absolutely right, Saint Potter. And people actually think that he's the Heir of Slytherin?" Draco scoffed as he wandered over to the coffee table close by.

"But then you must have some idea who's behind it all?" Harry pushed, seizing the opportunity.

"You know I don't Goyle, I told you yesterday. How many times do I have to tell you?" Draco huffed, shaking a box he had found on the table, "Is this yours?" He asked Harry who shook his head.

"But my father did tell me this, it's been 50 years since the Chamber has been opened. He wouldn't tell me who opened it, only that they were expelled." Draco knew full well who had opened the Chamber all those years ago, however, Crabbe and Goyle didn't need to know the specifics. He just wanted to entertain their small minds for a moment.

"The last time the Chamber was opened, a Mudblood died, so it's only a matter of time before one of them is killed this time. As for me, I hope it's Granger," Draco smirked as he finished.

As uncomfortable as he felt saying those words, he knew that it would convince them both that anything Blaise may or may not be saying behind his back about his former friendship with Hermione was a lie. However, the reaction he got was not what he had expected from his friends as Crabbe jumped up immediately after he finished speaking,

"What's the matter with you two?!" He asked as he watched Goyle put his arm in front of Crabbe, blocking him from moving anywhere. "You're acting very odd."

"It's his stomach ache," Harry said whilst he watched Draco turn his attention back to the box he had picked up moments ago. He turned to Ron and shoved him back slightly.