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Rating:
Adult
Chapters:
29
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3,114
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12
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Chapter 20
Chapter 20
Draco looked very carefully over the ingredients, taking his time to be sure he was making the potion correctly. The illusioned book was held suspended over the simmering pot as he put the final ingredients in and stirred twice before taking a step back. If this worked, the fumes should strip the book of any illusionment spell without requiring he come in direct contact with it.
A blue spark lit up all around the book before fading away. Frowning, pulling out his potions reference book before scowling to himself. According to his book, this spell would target a specific individual. Namely him it would seem. The book glowed green for a few moments, capturing his attention before it too faded. He nodded to himself and cautiously grasped the volume in his hands. The ‘book’ dissolved into a slip of parchment with only one spell on it. He’d have to research it to be sure, but it looked like an obscure form of Imperious.
He paled and swallowed. He knew exactly who had set this up. It was the same kind of trick he’d used in second year to trick Ginny Weasley into unlocking the Chamber of Secrets. He’d gathered as much by his eavesdropping. So, Lucius wanted him to walk out of Hogwarts. He closed his eyes, whimpering as he clenched the parchment in a stranglehold of both hands. Hogsmeade was out of the question for the rest of the year.
***
Hermione lay stretched out in the grass, enjoying the Sunday afternoon. The air had turned a little crisper, and she was wearing her heavier robes. Draco was stretched out perpendicular to her, head resting on her stomach. Cassie came running up to them, hair blue and clutching her finger, “Make it better!”
Draco sat up with a frown and glancing at her finger, seeing the splinter. He pressed a hand to her face, telling her without words to close her eyes and she obeyed. He winked at Hermione, deftly pulled out his wand and numbed the tip of her finger. He knew Cassie was not a big fan of pain and couldn’t stand the sight of blood. Plus she was his friend so he didn’t tease her. He gently worked out the small sliver of wood and Hermione stared in amazement as she watched Cassie’s hair slowly fade from blue to a sandy blond.
She had honestly never noticed it before, assuming it was a witch thing but realizing it was something else. She thought distractedly, trying to remember something in her reading while Draco crowed in victory. A quick healing spell he’d picked up in medical magic and she was all fixed, “Done. Your prince is victorious.”
Cassie opened her eyes, glanced at her finger, and threw her arms around him in a hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Patting her back, “Why not ask Pomfrey?”
Frowning and pulling back, “She doesn’t like me.”
“Cass, she’s like that with everyone.”
Pouting, “She doesn’t. She told me never to come back unless I was bleeding to death.” He raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed, “...okay...she was mad after the bed pan incident...” He burst out laughing, remembering that particular jinx with a vengeance. He supposed it was just a good thing Poppy didn’t know he was the one that jinxed the pans. Still, it was Nott’s own fault and the incident had spread through the school like wild fire.
Hermione gasped, “You’re a metamorphmagus!”
Both Cassie and Draco spun around to look at Hermione, “A what??”
Sighing, “A...look, you know I research things that have nothing to do with assignments but just sound interesting.” They both nodded, “Well, I’ve read about a relative of the Black Family, before she was, uh, disowned by them for being half blood...”
Draco sucked in a breath, “Tonks...” Both girls looked at him, “I have this cousin, Tonks. The Malfoys don’t acknowledge her as family because her mother married a muggle but...she can do the same thing you do with your hair.”
Shrugging uncomfortably, “It just happens, Draco, I’m not doing it on purpose.”
Shaking his head, “But she learned to use it. She can make her hair longer or shorter, change her appearance to be just about anyone...”
“O-kay.”
Breathing slowly, “Close your eyes.” She frowned at him but obeyed. Placing a hand over her eyes, “I want you to imagine your eyes.”
Sighing and squirming, “Draco-...”
“Shh...think of them blue. As blue as the ocean at low tide. As blue as the sky on a cloudless summer day. You’ve absorbed that color into your brilliant blue eyes...”
He pulled back his hand as she opened her eyes. The most beautiful shade of blue he’d ever seen instead of the warm brown. Fishing a mirror out of his pocket, he held it up for her to see. She gasped, “Hey, I look good!”
He smiled, “You’re a metamorphmagus. You should talk to Nymphadora, learn all about it.”
Giggling, “Her name is Nymphadora??” More giggles.
Nodding, “Yes, but don’t call her that. She hates the name.”
Snorting and covering her mouth, “I can see why.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Okay, Cassandra.” Cassie balled up her fists and glared before scrambling after the Gryffindor. Hermione shrieked and ran for the lake, the other laughing and chasing after her. Draco just smiled and chuckled. This was his life.
***
The school had turned out in a flourish outpouring for the first Quidich match. They were even more excited to hear that both Draco and a first year had made the Ravenclaw team. This could be the best, or the shortest game in Hogwarts history. Harry, Ron, and Hermione cheered and waved their flags, all of them holding Ravenclaw coloring. The other Gryffindors smiled indulgently and cheered the Ravenclaws on.
Snape glowered from his tower, feeling fairly torn. He wanted to cheer for Draco, but he also had pride in his house. Either way he knew it would be an interesting affair. The Ravenclaw and Slytherin teams took to the air, flying a lap around the pitch amidst the cheers. Roger led the pack, followed by the Chasers, Beaters, and the Seeker.
The Slytherins were stunned and confused to see Draco with the Chasers instead of the Seeker and several started to snicker. They’re newest seeker had been trained to move around Draco’s weaknesses, but everyone knew the blond was still good. In their opinion, the only chance Ravenclaw had, “There’s no way they’ll win.”
Pansy glared at Theodore. The Slytherin wilted in intimidation. Oh yes, her revenge had been sweet. Even with the hair regrowing potions Pomfrey had given him he would never have hair anywhere except his head, “Shut it, Nott. Just wait.” She smiled secretly, “You’ll see.” It’s not that she had a premonition or anything, but she knew her friend. Draco wouldn’t continue to play unless he was fairly certain of success. And she’d seen the two of them fly together.
Madam Hooch stood in the center of the pitch, holding the Quaffle. The Keepers went to the goals, the beaters in the air and ready for the Bludgers, “Now, I want a nice, clean game.” There were snickers from the Slytherin side but Draco just nodded at Cassie who gave him a nervous smile.
“Just remember...we’re playing catch Draco...” Grinning, “...with a bit of scare Potter...that’s all.” She gulped and smiled, losing a bit of her peaked expression as the Bludgers and Snitch were released. She tossed the Quaffle in the air and Draco sped for it, grabbing it and taking to the sky. Cassie spun around and chased after him, starting a spinning spiral with him that had the Slytherins pulling back, perplexed.
Within second they were across the field and to the goal, coming to a dead stop for Draco to toss the Quaffle effortlessly through the hoop. There was silence before the audience burst into applause, the Slytherins moving for the first time. It soon became apparent that the first Chaser’s job was to gain possession of the Quaffle. Then he’d hand it over to Draco and the two would spin out of control for the goal. Each time it unnerved the Slytherins and each time they scored effortlessly.
The Slytherin seeker spotted the snitch and dived for it, Ravenclaw hot on his heels. She weaved around the pitch, under it and over it, over the tower and back across the grass. The Ravenclaw seeker glanced at the score and smirked to herself, giving chase to persuade him to reach for it.
The Slytherin seeker sneered and caught the snitch, the crowd going deadly quiet before Madam Hooch blew her whistle, “Ravenclaw wins!”
He jerked around, looking at the score and felt his jaw drop. Slytherin: 150, Ravenclaw: 160. The chasers had won the game, and he’d helped. The Ravenclaw seeker gave him a cheeky grin and flew for the ground, tackling her team as the stands cheered them on. Even Snape had lost his restraint and clapped for his godson. Draco and Cassie looked at one another, and smirked.
Draco looked very carefully over the ingredients, taking his time to be sure he was making the potion correctly. The illusioned book was held suspended over the simmering pot as he put the final ingredients in and stirred twice before taking a step back. If this worked, the fumes should strip the book of any illusionment spell without requiring he come in direct contact with it.
A blue spark lit up all around the book before fading away. Frowning, pulling out his potions reference book before scowling to himself. According to his book, this spell would target a specific individual. Namely him it would seem. The book glowed green for a few moments, capturing his attention before it too faded. He nodded to himself and cautiously grasped the volume in his hands. The ‘book’ dissolved into a slip of parchment with only one spell on it. He’d have to research it to be sure, but it looked like an obscure form of Imperious.
He paled and swallowed. He knew exactly who had set this up. It was the same kind of trick he’d used in second year to trick Ginny Weasley into unlocking the Chamber of Secrets. He’d gathered as much by his eavesdropping. So, Lucius wanted him to walk out of Hogwarts. He closed his eyes, whimpering as he clenched the parchment in a stranglehold of both hands. Hogsmeade was out of the question for the rest of the year.
***
Hermione lay stretched out in the grass, enjoying the Sunday afternoon. The air had turned a little crisper, and she was wearing her heavier robes. Draco was stretched out perpendicular to her, head resting on her stomach. Cassie came running up to them, hair blue and clutching her finger, “Make it better!”
Draco sat up with a frown and glancing at her finger, seeing the splinter. He pressed a hand to her face, telling her without words to close her eyes and she obeyed. He winked at Hermione, deftly pulled out his wand and numbed the tip of her finger. He knew Cassie was not a big fan of pain and couldn’t stand the sight of blood. Plus she was his friend so he didn’t tease her. He gently worked out the small sliver of wood and Hermione stared in amazement as she watched Cassie’s hair slowly fade from blue to a sandy blond.
She had honestly never noticed it before, assuming it was a witch thing but realizing it was something else. She thought distractedly, trying to remember something in her reading while Draco crowed in victory. A quick healing spell he’d picked up in medical magic and she was all fixed, “Done. Your prince is victorious.”
Cassie opened her eyes, glanced at her finger, and threw her arms around him in a hug, “Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
Patting her back, “Why not ask Pomfrey?”
Frowning and pulling back, “She doesn’t like me.”
“Cass, she’s like that with everyone.”
Pouting, “She doesn’t. She told me never to come back unless I was bleeding to death.” He raised an eyebrow at her and she sighed, “...okay...she was mad after the bed pan incident...” He burst out laughing, remembering that particular jinx with a vengeance. He supposed it was just a good thing Poppy didn’t know he was the one that jinxed the pans. Still, it was Nott’s own fault and the incident had spread through the school like wild fire.
Hermione gasped, “You’re a metamorphmagus!”
Both Cassie and Draco spun around to look at Hermione, “A what??”
Sighing, “A...look, you know I research things that have nothing to do with assignments but just sound interesting.” They both nodded, “Well, I’ve read about a relative of the Black Family, before she was, uh, disowned by them for being half blood...”
Draco sucked in a breath, “Tonks...” Both girls looked at him, “I have this cousin, Tonks. The Malfoys don’t acknowledge her as family because her mother married a muggle but...she can do the same thing you do with your hair.”
Shrugging uncomfortably, “It just happens, Draco, I’m not doing it on purpose.”
Shaking his head, “But she learned to use it. She can make her hair longer or shorter, change her appearance to be just about anyone...”
“O-kay.”
Breathing slowly, “Close your eyes.” She frowned at him but obeyed. Placing a hand over her eyes, “I want you to imagine your eyes.”
Sighing and squirming, “Draco-...”
“Shh...think of them blue. As blue as the ocean at low tide. As blue as the sky on a cloudless summer day. You’ve absorbed that color into your brilliant blue eyes...”
He pulled back his hand as she opened her eyes. The most beautiful shade of blue he’d ever seen instead of the warm brown. Fishing a mirror out of his pocket, he held it up for her to see. She gasped, “Hey, I look good!”
He smiled, “You’re a metamorphmagus. You should talk to Nymphadora, learn all about it.”
Giggling, “Her name is Nymphadora??” More giggles.
Nodding, “Yes, but don’t call her that. She hates the name.”
Snorting and covering her mouth, “I can see why.”
Hermione rolled her eyes, “Okay, Cassandra.” Cassie balled up her fists and glared before scrambling after the Gryffindor. Hermione shrieked and ran for the lake, the other laughing and chasing after her. Draco just smiled and chuckled. This was his life.
***
The school had turned out in a flourish outpouring for the first Quidich match. They were even more excited to hear that both Draco and a first year had made the Ravenclaw team. This could be the best, or the shortest game in Hogwarts history. Harry, Ron, and Hermione cheered and waved their flags, all of them holding Ravenclaw coloring. The other Gryffindors smiled indulgently and cheered the Ravenclaws on.
Snape glowered from his tower, feeling fairly torn. He wanted to cheer for Draco, but he also had pride in his house. Either way he knew it would be an interesting affair. The Ravenclaw and Slytherin teams took to the air, flying a lap around the pitch amidst the cheers. Roger led the pack, followed by the Chasers, Beaters, and the Seeker.
The Slytherins were stunned and confused to see Draco with the Chasers instead of the Seeker and several started to snicker. They’re newest seeker had been trained to move around Draco’s weaknesses, but everyone knew the blond was still good. In their opinion, the only chance Ravenclaw had, “There’s no way they’ll win.”
Pansy glared at Theodore. The Slytherin wilted in intimidation. Oh yes, her revenge had been sweet. Even with the hair regrowing potions Pomfrey had given him he would never have hair anywhere except his head, “Shut it, Nott. Just wait.” She smiled secretly, “You’ll see.” It’s not that she had a premonition or anything, but she knew her friend. Draco wouldn’t continue to play unless he was fairly certain of success. And she’d seen the two of them fly together.
Madam Hooch stood in the center of the pitch, holding the Quaffle. The Keepers went to the goals, the beaters in the air and ready for the Bludgers, “Now, I want a nice, clean game.” There were snickers from the Slytherin side but Draco just nodded at Cassie who gave him a nervous smile.
“Just remember...we’re playing catch Draco...” Grinning, “...with a bit of scare Potter...that’s all.” She gulped and smiled, losing a bit of her peaked expression as the Bludgers and Snitch were released. She tossed the Quaffle in the air and Draco sped for it, grabbing it and taking to the sky. Cassie spun around and chased after him, starting a spinning spiral with him that had the Slytherins pulling back, perplexed.
Within second they were across the field and to the goal, coming to a dead stop for Draco to toss the Quaffle effortlessly through the hoop. There was silence before the audience burst into applause, the Slytherins moving for the first time. It soon became apparent that the first Chaser’s job was to gain possession of the Quaffle. Then he’d hand it over to Draco and the two would spin out of control for the goal. Each time it unnerved the Slytherins and each time they scored effortlessly.
The Slytherin seeker spotted the snitch and dived for it, Ravenclaw hot on his heels. She weaved around the pitch, under it and over it, over the tower and back across the grass. The Ravenclaw seeker glanced at the score and smirked to herself, giving chase to persuade him to reach for it.
The Slytherin seeker sneered and caught the snitch, the crowd going deadly quiet before Madam Hooch blew her whistle, “Ravenclaw wins!”
He jerked around, looking at the score and felt his jaw drop. Slytherin: 150, Ravenclaw: 160. The chasers had won the game, and he’d helped. The Ravenclaw seeker gave him a cheeky grin and flew for the ground, tackling her team as the stands cheered them on. Even Snape had lost his restraint and clapped for his godson. Draco and Cassie looked at one another, and smirked.