Resorted

Chapter Fifty-Four

Sitting in their shared dorm room, Harry and Draco wanted to talk about what just happened. They sat on the same bed, Harry criss-crossed at the bottom while Draco sprawled at the top with his head and back resting against the head board. The sheets were crease-free, even though that is one of two beds always used in the dorm. Draco's cheeks had a rosy complexion to them from the cold winter weather hitting smooth skin- even if Draco is always cold in the first place.

Harry's cheeks to the bridge of his nose were dusted rosy red and his teeth still chattered. When entering the room, Harry and Draco both shucked off their hat, scarf and gloves to then call Dobby. "Can we have two hot chocolates please Dobby?" asked Harry politely to the house-elf. It still stunned Draco how nice and good Harry could be to everything and anyone no matter their species.

Dobby smiled up at the two, but still continued to avoid Draco's gaze, "Yes Harry Potter sir, Dobby will be going now Mister Harry Potter!" He popped out to pop in one second later with two cups of hot chocolate filled with marshmallows at the top. When Draco thanked him, Dobby still almost broke down crying, apologising in his (very bad, Draco thought) version of English for leaving 'Master Malfoy now Black, sir' with only Lucius. And once more, Draco had to assure the house-elf that he was alright now, but did not and will never touch a house-elf even if his prejudice is gone, because those creatures looked like very unhygienic things.

"I think it's Ginny" Blurted out Harry from his seat after he wiped away the melted marshmallow from his upper lip. He knew it in his gut that Ginny had to be behind all of this: She ran away but nobody knew where to; she was with Narcissa Malfoy and other Death Eaters going into Borgin and Burkes; and she broke his nose on the train (maybe the last point was slightly petty).

The blonde didn't reply immediately as he sipped on the hot drink warming his colder hands, "That is a very serious accusation Harry... I don't think it is." He attentively replied not wanting to hurt the boy, "She is from a light family Harry, and for Weaslette to turn to the Dark- to Voldemort like that?" He snapped the fingers together with one hand not holding the glass, "I just don't see her willingly doing so."

"She's being forced." Gasped Harry, "Well we need to go to her then! We need to talk to her, and try to help her-"

"Slow down Harry," He put down his drink to grab Harry's hand, "If she hasn't already asked for help then she doesn't want it. She has a loving and caring family, so if she has not asked for help already then she either does not want it, or she is not in trouble at all." He saw the look in Harry's eyes that he would not take this lying down or drop the subject, "I'm not going to stop you from looking into this if that is what you wish- just don't obsess over it please?"

Harry sighed, "Alright, I promise" He brought Draco's hand to his lips and softly kissed it to reassure his magnificent boyfriend.

When Hermione and Pansy finally made it to the library, there weren't many kids inside it. The books levitated to their shelves when a person let it go around the area. Quills were scratched on parchment quickly for essays that students were doing last minute, and some people calmly reading in secluded areas at the back of the isles. It was in this place that Hermione felt the most at home.

Knowledge was at her fingertips every corner she turned; it was a place for free thinking and inquisitive questions rather than a rowdy common room full of gossip. They made their way to a table and she sat herself down placing the books she had brought behind the parchment she had for Pansy. On one side of the table, Hermione sat down while Pansy pulled the chair out to sit on the other.

"In class, we were recapping the begging of the Ancient Runes subject." She told Pansy, flipping the book to the first piece of colourful paper sticking out of the top. "Ancient Runes has higher minimum and maximum initial sub-property value than other runes. The runes are presumed to have been derived from one of the many Old Italic alphabets in use among the Mediterranean peoples of the first century CE, who lived to the south of the Germanic tribes.