Love and Power

{5} Mischief

"Hogwarts' new power couple," Blais read from the school newspaper while we sat at breakfast the next morning. "Back in place on the front page, aren't you, Crow?"

"Easy," Draco growled.

"It's fine," I squeezed his bicep. Then turned to Blais with a smirk. "I smell jealousy, Zabini. You could save the world and I'd still be the muse."

"Wow," Blais scoffed. "Yeah, you guys belong together."

I felt him tense next to me. Then I looked up to see Harry and his two goons walk into the large room behind him.

"Now you take it easy," I told Draco. "He shouldn't be a threat to you."

"He still has feelings for you," He grumbled. "He infuriates me."

"I know. Just don't go beating him up again."

"As long as he keeps his eyes off my woman."

"Eat something," I nudged him. "We're going to Hogsmeade after."

He grabbed an apple and began munching on it, keeping an eye on Potter across the Great Hall.

"He's suspicious, you know, Potter," Blais said. "Says he thinks you're meant to take after your father."

Draco rolled his eyes. "His theories are going to get him killed one day."

"I hope that's not a threat you're taking seriously?" I scoffed.

"I will," He took another bite of his apple. "If it comes to it."

I then remembered all things hidden. When he started discussing things hidden. What were the Malfoys and my father hiding from me? Suddenly I wasn't so hungry anymore. I pushed my plate away from me.

I saw Draco give me a look of genuine concern. I shook my head and waved him off. I knew he'd end up asking me what was wrong later.

Breakfast was soon over, meaning I joined the Slytherins that were attending Hogsmeade on the train. Draco and I sat in our own compartment so we could talk alone.

"Would you do it?"

He looked to me from the window. "Hm?"

"Serve him," I asked. "You wouldn't actually take after your dad?"

He was quiet a moment. Then cleared his throat to speak.

"I don't know," He admitted. "If I had to- you would too."

I looked down at my lap. "We'll be forced to, won't we?"

"Likely," He answered. "We'll have to stay on his side to keep us from being killed."

"I don't want to turn into my father," I said with a bitter tone. "I'm not turning into my father. I don't want to become who he is."

"Does he always do that?"

"Yeah," I frowned. "Hurt me? Yeah. Whenever I'm home with him. Especially because of how rubbish my grades are."

"That's why you hate Granger," I saw the light bulb in his head. "Not because she's well known. It's her grades."

I shook my head and scoffed bitterly. "I'd kill for marks like hers in my classes."

"You almost did, last year."

"Don't remind me. I failed."

"It was purposeful?" He raised an eyebrow. "You actually tried to end Weasley?"

"I don't know, I was scared, I had to do something. I freaked out."

God I'm being too vulnerable.

"Nevermind it all. Pretend I didn't say anything."

Thankfully the train whistle blew and we left the train.

Pansy and Milicent went off on their own with plans to visit a beauty shop. I wasn't sure what I wanted to do. I just took Draco's arm and went wherever he did. Which conveniently was the Three Broomsticks.

Draco and I walked in and I immediately met eyes with a curly-headed witch with a redhead and scarface next to her. Grumbling, I asked Draco if we could just leave. He said we'd just pick a table in the back.

Seated near a window, I was glaring so hard at Hermione that the window next to me started to frost up.

"Ana, calm down," Draco said. "I get you hate her, but don't freeze us out."

"DIstract me," I looked up at the blonde. "Say something stupid. Make me forget they're even here."

"You want a butterbeer?"

"Sure," I managed a thin smile. "Thank you."

When the waiter came by, Draco ordered our drinks. I saw a head of red hair in the opposite corner of the small pub. Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas. Literally stuck to each other's faces.

I glanced at Ron and saw an uncomfortable and frustrated look on his face. Amused, I laughed.

"What's funny?" Draco looked over his shoulder. "Potter humiliated himself?"

"Not yet," I finally calmed my snickering. "Weasley's little sister is snogging Dean Thomas in the back of the restaurant. Ron looks so uncomfortable. It's hilarious."

"Does he?" He turned to glance at Weasley, then turned after a short chuckle.

"Keep looking over there," I whispered to him. "Watch Granger."

"Okay?"

"Mobiliarbus," I muttered under my breath, I flicked my wand and the mug in front of Hermione jerked to the side, spilling butterbeer all over their table and whatever parchment the three of them were looking over.

Hermione's mug knocked into Ron's, which is why the spill was so big.

They all stood up in shock. I saw a spill all over Harry's lap, making his face turn red. Draco couldn't help the laugh to jump from his chest. I smirked. Hermione looked back to us and sneered.

Seething, she led the boys out of the small pub.

Draco turned back to me, then took a long drink from his mug. "You're amazing at spells. I'm shocked you don't have higher marks in D.A.D.A."

I scoffed. "It's because Umbridge hates me. And insists on making my life hell."

"If it comes to it, I'll have a convincing talk with her. I'm a prefect. I'm her favorite."

"Yeah, way to rub it in," I grumbled, glancing out the window. "I'm not sure why anyone would want to be her favorite anyway."

"So we can get away with things," He responded. "On that note, would you want to meet me somewhere tonight?"

"Where?" I raised an eyebrow. "You may be Umbridge's favorite, but I'm not."

"You'll be fine," He waved it off. "Meet me tonight at the Quidditch Pitch. I want to teach you how to properly fly."

"As if I don't already know?"

"I didn't say that," He leaned back a bit after I snapped at him. "Easy. What's got your wand in a knot all of the sudden?"

"I don't know," I rubbed my forehead frustratedly. "We don't have any classes. I don't have any reason to be. I'm sorry for snapping at you."

"Fine," He replied. "I'm sure a night with me would help."