Twisted (Year 2)

Cornish Pixies

~(Y/N) POV~

I woke up the next morning with a slight headache. Again, I didn't get much sleep. I tried to charm away the bruises on my neck, but it didn't work. I dragged myself to breakfast and explained what happened last night to Draco. He was surprised that I let Lorenzo come. And to be honest, so am I. Last year I was almost afraid of him. I guess it was a spare of the moment decision, and I don't really regret it. He wasn't awful to be around. He just needs to work on his temper. Then again, so do I.

Now, I'm in Herbology with Draco and the Gryffindors, bored out of my mind. The greenhouse was extremely hot, not helping with my headache.

"Morning, everyone." Mrs. Sprout, the teacher, struts into the greenhouse.

Everyone keeps chatting with their friends.

"I said, good morning, everyone!" Mrs. Sprout tries again.

"Good morning, Professor Sprout." We all say nonchalantly.

"Welcome to greenhouse three, second years. Gather round, everyone. Today, we're going to re-pot Mandrakes. Who here can tell me the properties of a Mandrake root?" She starts the lesson.

Of course, I've read all about Mandrakes, but I'm not in the mood to participate in class.

Hermione's hand shoots up.

"Yes, Miss Granger."

"Mandrake or Mandragora is used to restore those who have been petrified to their original state. It's also quite dangerous. The Mandrake's cry is fatal to anyone who hears it." Hermione states the definition.

"Excellent! Ten points to Gryffindor." Mrs. Sprout smiles.

Draco, Crabbe, Goyle, and I exchange annoyed looks. If I knew I'd get house points, I would have raised my hand.

"As our Mandrakes are still only seedlings, their cries won't kill you yet. But they could knock you out for hours. Which is why I have given you each a pair of earmuffs for auditory protection. So could you please put them on, right away? Quickly." Professor Sprout demands.

We all slide on our earmuffs.

"Flaps down, and watch me closely. You grasp your Mandrake firmly. You pull it sharply out of the pot." The professor demonstrates.

The Mandrake shrieks loudly, and everyone puts their hands over their earmuffs.

"Got it? And now you dunk it down into the other pot and pour a little sprinkling of soil to keep him warm." She throws a handful of dirt into the new pot.

I look over to Nevil. His eyes roll to the back of his head, and he falls over onto the ground with a thud.

"Longbottoms been neglecting his earmuffs." Mrs. Sprout shakes her head.

"No, ma'am, he's just fainted." Seamus says from beside him.

"Yes, well, just leave him there. Right, on we go." Mrs. sprout shouts.

I giggle at her comment.

"Plenty of pots to go around. Grasp your Mandrake and pull it up." She gestures to the table.

We all grab the Mandrakes and rip them out of the soil. The screeching is incredibly obnoxious.

I study the screaming root and laugh. It's one of the weirdest things I've ever seen.

'Although, it would be a pleasant sight next to pug face.' I giggle internally.

I glance over at Draco but do a double-take when I notice what he's doing. Before I can stop him, he pokes his finger into the Mandrakes mouth.