The Girl Who Lived

Jack

I walk into the DADA classroom. It's been about a month and a half since the Quidditch match. I'm thinking of some excuse for why I'm late. I notice that Uncle Moony's not here. Snape is. "You're late," He says.

"Well, if I'd known that you were going to be here I wouldn't have been late, Professor."

"Detention," He says, gritting his teeth.

"Are you trying to punish me or reward me, Professor?" I take my seat next to Ron. Ugh.

"Turn to page 394." We grab our textbooks and turn to that page immediately. Everyone's confused as to why the Potions Master's here.

"Sir, if I may, where's Professor Lupin?" Harry asks nervously.

"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter? Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time. Page 394." Werewolves? That- he's so evil!

"But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks. We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks," Hermione objects.

"Obviously he doesn't seem to care, Granger," I say, irritated. She looks at me. That's the first time I've talked to her ever since...you know. "If he did, then we'd be learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks today." I shake my head and lean back in my chair. So annoying.

"Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" He asks.

"Why do you care?" I blurt out. I'm a bit frustrated with him. I know what he's trying to do. He glares at me. "But, if you must know, an animagus has the choice to turn into an animal, while a werewolf does not. A werewolf only responds to a call of one of its own-" I explain, but Draco interrupts me with a loud howl. The class erupts in laughter. I turn back at him, "Precisely like how Malfoy presented to the class. I bet you'd practiced that for weeks, didn't you?"

"Did you like it?"

"Very much. It really brings out the inner fool of you." He smirks.

"In that case, I practiced every single night. Only for you, babe." I roll my eyes and turn around. "Only in your dreams, Malfoy."

"You are in my dreams, Danvers. Every night."

"You're only in my nightmares."

"That can change..." My face feels hot. That was embarrassing. I don't need people thinking that we like each other or anything. Though, I guess that never stopped me before. Snape continues with his lesson after he glares at the two of us. I feel something hit my head. A note. I open it. meet me after this wretched class. "Passing notes, Danvers?" Snape asks, stealing the note from me. He smirks as he reads it. I blush and glare at Draco. Couldn't he have asked me after class? "10 points Gryffindor."

"What? But that's not fair! Malfoy was the one who threw the stupid note!" I yell, standing up.

"It's true, sir," Draco admits. I look back, confused. "You have to now," he mouths.

"Fine," I begrudgingly accept and sit down. The hatred I have for Snape right now.

"If you really want to punish me, you could do it during our detention, sir." The class laughs. They know what I mean. I smirk at the Potions Professor. I pay for it because he assigns us a two-foot essay on werewolves and how to kill one. Great. I swear. Someone's going to find out about Uncle Moony. If they don't, I'd be really surprised. Hermione's definitely going to find out. I know she will. Before meeting up with Draco, I follow Hermione to the library, where she works on her homework. I need some alone time with her, so no one else sees. I grab her arm and drag her into an empty classroom. "K-Kira...what-"