Snivellus

21

'My father is really on my nerves today.' Darah and Draco walked along the hallway together towards the common room.
'You're on your own there.' Draco tells her. 'Oi, where have you two been?'

Crabbe and Goyle have just appeared at the end of the dungeons corridor. 'Oh, er.'

'Why are you wearing glasses?' Draco asks  Goyle.

Goyle fidgets around and then takes the glasses off. 'Reading.'

Draco raises an eyebrow at him. 'I didn't know you could read.'

Darah laughs at that.

They enter the Slytherin common room and slouch back on the sofas.

'You'd never know the Weasleys were pure bloods, would you?'

Everyone looks at Draco, Crabbe clenches his fists.

'Calm down.' Draco rolls his eyes at him. 'I'm surprised the daily profit isn't doing reports on all the attacks. Probably Dumbledore, my father says he's the worst thing that's ever happened to this school.' He scrunches up his nose with disgust.

'You're wrong!' Goyle shouts. Darah and Draco look at him, surprised.

Darah senses something wrong. 'You guys aren't acting like your selves... is there something that happened?'

Both Crabbe and Goyle frantically shake their heads. Darah raises an eyebrow at them, as though she saw right though their faces.

'You must know something about the attacks, Draco?' Darah asks him.

Draco gets up and sighs. 'Not yet. But I'll find out.'

'So you're not the heir?' Crabbe asks.

'Are you an idiot? We've been discussing this for weeks! Our suspicions are on Potter, remember?' Draco spits at him.

'Oh yeah, right.' Crabbe scratches the back of his head whilst Goyle winces.

Draco turns around. 'Anyone up for some wizards chess?'

'I mean...' Darah trails off.

'Fine then.' Draco pauses, looking at some chocolate on the side of the table. 'This anyone's?'

Everyone shakes their head at him so he begins to eat the chocolate.

Darah observes Crabbe and Goyle then begins to gasp quietly so only they could hear. 'Your hair.' She whispers.

Both Crabbe and Goyle look at each other, their faces full of panic. They fidget around and get up, frantically running out the room.

'What's up with them?' Draco looks at Darah, questioningly.

She shrugs. 'No idea.' Sounding exactly like her father.

***

It's nighttime the next day and Darah is striding through the corridors, travelling towards the gryffindor common room. She soon spots Harry and Ron gooning about, coming back from the great hall.

She marches up to them both, a furious expression upon her face.

The boys look at her, dead in the eye as she edges closer. 'Oh no.' Ron says, his eyes wide as he tries to pull Harry and run.

'Nope! I need a word with you two.' Darah speaks loudly at them down the hallway.

As she reaches them, Ron gulps and puts on a fake smile.

'I know you two used pollyjuice potion yesterday.'

'No. What? That wasn't us it was...' Ron starts making up excuses.

'Cut the crap! What were you thinking?' She throws her arms up in the air in confusion.

Harry scratches the back of his neck. 'How did you know?'

'Oh please. I'm surprised Malfoy didn't even notice, then again, he does hang around with Crabbe and Goyle all the time.'

Harry bites his lip and looks down at the floor.

'Listen, I'm not angry with you.'

Ron looks up at her with a surprised expression upon his face. 'You're not?'

'No. But if Malfoy or Snape or anyone caught you...'

'Then we'd be expelled for sure.' Ron finished.

'Exactly. You're lucky it's me that realised and not any of them. Now what were you actually doing in there?'

'Just wanted to see what the common room looked like.' Ron shrugged and Harry jabbed him in the ribs.

'That potion takes around two months to make. I highly doubt you went to those extremes just to look at a room.'

'Damn, I forgot you were the Hermione of potions.' Ron blushed.

Harry then decided to speak up. 'Look, if you really want to know what we were doing then come with us to Hagrids at the end of this week.'

'Why-'

'Don't ask questions. Just meet us here at the end of the week at nightfall.' And with that the boys left and headed up the moving stairs and through the fat lady portrait.