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Chapter 12: Soul Surprise

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It was about a week later, I was in my DADA class sitting next to Draco once again and to my surprise this has become my favorite class this year. Draco was sketching something when Snape walked in, using his magic to close all the blinds and out the projector down before stopping in front of the class. "Turn to page 394," Snape instructed. "Where's Lupin?" I asked. "Suffice it to say, your Professor finds himself incapable of teaching at the present time," Snape informed. "Page 394." I huffed, opening my book to the page as he went to the projector. "Werewolves?" Ron questioned, confused. "But, sir, we've only just begun learning about Red Caps and Hinkypunks," Hermione interjected.

"We're not meant to start nocturnal beasts for weeks-" "Quiet," Snape spat. I smirked lightly then Snape spoke, "Now. Which of you can tell me the difference between an Animagus and a werewolf?" Of course, Hermione was the only one who raised her hand, Snape ignored her however. "No one? How... disappointing." "Please, sir, an Animagus is a wizard who elects to turn into an animal. A werewolf has no choice," Hermione interrupted. "Furthermore, the werewolf actively hunts humans and responds only to the call of its own kind." Draco turned to me and let out a mocking howl, making me giggle lightly. "Thank you for that presentation, Mr. Malfoy," Snape huffed. "That is the second time you have spoken out of turn, Miss Granger. Tell me, are you incapable of restraining yourself? Or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?"

I laughed quietly with Draco as Snape added, "Five points from Gryffindor!" Draco folded up his note into a paper swan and spoke, "Do the honors?" I smirked, then took it before blowing on it gently, making it fly to Potter's table. "As an antidote to your ignorance, I prescribe two rolls of parchment on the werewolf by Monday morning, with particular emphasis placed on recognizing it," Snape told, making the class huff. At that moment, Potter opened the note to see an animated drawing of him getting struck by lightning during the Quidditch match. He gave us a look and I smiled cheekily, giving him an innocent wave. "Mr. Potter, please stop staring at Ms. Y/n," Snape huffed. "She doesn't need more boys gawking at her."

Draco and I snickered lightly as the class went on. We walked out when the bell rang and made our way to the common room. "Are you going to the Quidditch match?" Draco asked me once we walked in. "Are you playing?" I questioned. "Well, no," Draco answered. "But, I just wanted to see if we can go together." "Oh, then just ask," I smiled. "I love spending time with you, Draco. I'll even suffer through Quidditch for you." "Really?" Draco smiled happily. "Yeah, anything for my best friend," I replied. "Oh... right," Draco agreed.  "Friends..."

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The rain was pouring, the match was boring and very hard to see through the water drops. Draco was holding an umbrella over both of us and spoke, "Sorry I dragged you out here, the weather is less than ideal." "I'm fine," I assured. "I can't feel cold, remember?" "Right, but you still can get annoyed by it," Draco reasoned. "It's pretty freezing." "Well, if you're cold, I can help," I offered, putting my arm around his torso. "Yeah," Draco smiled. "This helps a lot." I smiled back then looked back at the game, I noticed Potter and the other seeker race in the sky and smirked. "What? What do you see?" Draco asked. "Just a fly, that's about to be zapped," I smirked, waving my hand causing thunder to start.

"Don't worry, it won't kill him. Just get him out of my way." At that moment, I noticed the water on the rail becoming frost. I knew exactly what was causing it. "I have to go," I said, pulling away. "They're here." "Go," Draco insisted. I pulled out my wand and as I was about to poof away, a dementor snagged my wrist. "No!" Draco shouted as I was taken away. I tried to struggle away as it lifted me towards the skys, it was no use. It stopped and tried to pull my bracelet off my wrist, but I wouldn't let it. I created sparks, but it still didn't scare it off. In the thunder, I saw a shadow approach me. As it came further, it revealed himself to be Potter. He whistled, causing the dementors' attention to go to him and let go of me. I started free falling, I couldn't see anything so I did know where I was.