𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐦 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 [𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲]

c h a p t e r t w o

"You let Draco hurt Harry Potter!?" Modesty whisper-shouted. We were in the common room now, the dim green lights casting shadows across our faces. Canyon, Modesty and I sat on one sofa, under a green blanket, and Blaise and Draco sat opposite. The fire was crackling calmly in the fireplace.

"Yes, Modesty I've told you the same story again and again"

Draco and I hadn't spoken since we walked into the great hall, we let the others do the conversation for us, with all their pestering questions. Canyon thought Voldemort had found us and killed us in the short time we had gone; I couldn't tell if she was being serious or not.

It wasn't long before I was feeling drowsy, and fell asleep; it was often easy to do when sat by the singing fire, under a warm blanket.

The dream I had was vivid, my father sat with Voldemort at a table. Face to face. Someone stood behind father, dropping a silver liquid down his throat. I could barely see the label on the bottle. Dad was telling his secrets, how he had gone behind the dark lords back, and had been relaying information to the order of the phoenix. He revealed that I had told him not to, and to stay on the dark side, purely so he would be safe. The room they sat in was gloomy, a dark crimson red lighted the room. Voldemort's face angered, he stood up from his chair, pulling his wand out of his pocket with his bone cold hand and shouted "Avada Kedavra" the room flashed a bright green.

My eyes opened.

Breath heavy, I looked down at my lap for a few moments, I knew the others would be in bed by now. I couldn't bare to see the green of the common room, alone, after that. Someone coughed opposite me and I lifted my head like a rocket. Draco sat facing me, genuine concern on his face.

"You aught to control those dreams Vent"

"How long have yo-" but he interrupted.

"The dark lord won't kill you Vent; he has no reason"

"If only you knew" I spat.

"If only you knew" he replied, almost cockily, as if his problems where more valid than mine.

"Fuck off Malfoy" pushing the blanket of my body I stormed up to the girl's dormitories, I began to cry. The fear of loosing my dad was something that burned strongly within my soul, an inextinguishable flame.

"Vent!" Malfoy came bounding up the stairs behind me; I couldn't be seen crying in front of him. "you left your wand!" he shouted; he was catching up with me now. I had no energy to run so I stopped and waited for him to join me.

He reached the top of the stairs, my wand extended in his hand as if to pass it to me without any wicked games. Aware of the tears streaming down my face I refused to make eye contact with him, reaching for my wand he placed it in my hand. A shiver ran up my spine from the cold as his hand touched mine.

By the time I looked up, he had gone. In all my years at this school I never expected Draco Malfoy to make something so easy for me. Luckily the dorm room was warm, and I lead down on my back, staring at the ceiling between my four-poster bed.

"Evie, are you ok?" Canyon asked.

"We left you with Malfoy, he didn't hurt you did he?" Modesty added.

"No everything was fine, why would he hurt me?"

"I don't know, his father is a death eater and I'm just worried he will find out you're on the good side and there will be a civil war in the group"

"Canyon, I'm not on the good side. I'm not on a side, I don't take sides" there was a long gap of silence. "Besides, Malfoy wouldn't hurt a fly"

"He has no problem hurting Harry"

"Why have you two gone all goody goody recently?"

"We're just worried" Canyon sighed "would you tell your dad? If Malfoy was to tell us Voldemort's plans?"

"We don't know that he knows anyone's plans"

"Don't avoid the question Evia"

"It's difficult ok!"

Malfoy might have been the reason for most of my pain and suffering at this school, but would I risk him being killed by the dark lord? would I risk others' lives for his?

Boggling my mind, I pushed the questions back. I would worry about them the day anything happened.

Which it will not. Because even if Malfoy does have anything to do with this, he's clever enough not to tell anyone.

***

"Wake up Evia! We have DADA in 5 minutes and none of us are even changed yet!"

Pulling on some clean clothes and my robes I watched Modesty and Canyon run around the room frantically trying to get ready. They often forgot that with a flick of a wand anything you needed would come straight at you. A simple "Brushio" and your hair would be knotless and free.

"I will wait in the common room" ignoring my announcement they continued to race around the room. Colliding with each other every now and again.

They came down to the common room seconds later, hair a mess and robes creased.

"Honesty girls do you never learn?" my hand gripped my wand "Brushio"

With their hair brushed they looked slightly more acceptable. "I'm sure the creases will go with time"

We were late to DADA, the halls where deadly silent and not a single student passed.

"Well, look who just turned up. It's the second half to the Slytherin house" snape snarled. "five points from Slytherin, each."

Snape teaching defence against the dark arts was a fearful thought, not as fearful as Umbridge though.

"Vent! Next to Malfoy please! Canyon, Modesty please sit at the back"

Dropping my books onto the desk next to Draco I whispered "you've got to be kidding" under my breath.

"As a matter of fact, Vent, I'm not kidding, is there something wrong with Malfoy?"

"Not at all sir"

"Good because you might learn something this year, sitting next to an intelligent student."

"All year!?" Draco exclaimed.

"Yes, Malfoy, you have miss Vents late arrival to thank for that. Now turn to page 324"