Harry Potter & the Heir of Darkness

CHAPTER 3

Travien Boller looked like a typical retired Ministry official who had spent the past few years traveling and relaxing wherever he pleased. His dark hair was cut neatly, like a soldier from a muggle army, and while his olive skin hid the majority of the wrinkles on his face, there were a few deeper lines across his forehead still visible.

He looked no older than forty-five, and a very young forty-five that was too. His arms hid muscles that had long since been put away for good, and while he still had the remains of a rather well-built muscular body, his stomach had slipped a little over the years due to sheer laziness and binging.

Dylan followed Harry and the others to a couple of seats in the middle row. She heard Ron mutter an oath as he tripped over a chair leg.

“You all right, Ron?” Hermione asked softly.

Ron stood up and straightened his tie awkwardly. “I’m fine, Hermione. Watch the chair in front of you though.”

As the other students filed through the door and made their way towards a table, Dylan watched her new professor twirl his wand impatiently. “All right, let’s not dawdle. Hurry, hurry, watch out for that…”

A loud scraping noise was heard through the room, followed immediately by a thump. A voice asked, “Neville, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, thank you.” Neville stood up slowly, and sat down quickly in the same chair he’d just fallen over.

Dylan could just imagine the poor boy’s face glowing bright red from embarrassment. “He really is clumsy,” she muttered.

“Did you say something?” Harry asked politely.

Dylan bit down hard on her bottom lip when she realized she’d spoken the words aloud. “It was nothing important.” She waved her hand in the air dismissively. “I wonder what Travien will teach us.”

“I’m sure Professor Boller will be just as interesting as out other professor’s have been.” Hermione said disapprovingly.

When everyone was seated safely, Travien stood up dramatically. “I’m very disappointed in all of you. Not only have you walked into my classroom and seated yourself without being told to, you also neglected to take out your books.” He shook his head critically. “However, the biggest mistake you all made was the fact that not one of you drew your wands and created a light for either yourself or anyone else.”

Whispers flew round the room at this last comment. “I didn’t even think to…” Hermione mumbled beside Dylan.

Travien continued as he paced in front of the class. “Even when two students fell over, nobody – not even they themselves – thought to light their wands. How disappointing, Dumbledore told me you were all very smart.”

Dylan sighed. There were only two ways this would end, and neither of them were going to be a barrel of laughs. She watched on as Travien flicked his wand and the torches were lit immediately.

“Even as you learn the more complicated spells, potions and incantations, never forget the basics. Something as simple as turning on a light may very well save your life one day.” Travien walked behind the large desk at the front of the classroom and sat in the large cushy chair behind it.

'That’s hardly fair, Travien.' Dylan tried to get comfortable in her simple wooden chair, but it was no use, these chairs weren’t designed for comfort, they were practical.

“When I call your name I would like you to come up, one at a time, and tell me something about yourself. Something interesting preferably,” Travien added.

As he was calling out names, Dylan glanced around the room absently. The room was bare except for the desks and chairs. There were no decorations, or curtains, not even a measly bookshelf for extra reading materials. 'What a boring room.'

Travien’s voice broke through her thoughts for a moment. “Harry Potter.” While Travien seemed to be oblivious to the fact that the savior of the entire world was standing in front of him, his eyes gave him away. They glinted brilliantly and there was a faint look of surprise on his face as he listened intently to whatever Harry was telling him. At one point, Harry must have said something extremely funny, because Travien was in hysterics for a whole minute.

Finally Harry came and sat back down again, several faces had turned in their direction, obviously Travien’s laughter had sparked some curiosity between the students. Harry, however, didn’t mention anything to the others, despite Ron’s constant pleading.

“I’ll tell you later, Ron,” Harry mumbled quietly.

Dylan decided to pull her thick book out to glance through until it was her turn to go and speak to Travien. The book contained everything they would ever need to know for their N.E.W.T’s at the end of the year. Fortunately, it covered all the years, so most of the chapters would be revision.

“Dylan Thompson.” Travien’s head shot up in surprise as he called her name. He watched on as Dylan made her way to the front of the room.

Not only could she tell everyone was staring at her, wondering who she was, but she knew for a fact that this wasn’t going to be a fun task standing in front of this man. “Hello, Travien,” she muttered half under her breath.

Travien stared at her in confusion; his eyebrows were drawn together causing his eyes to look even more like mere slits on his face. Dylan was close enough now to stare into his chocolate colored eyes.

“Dylan? My dear, what are you doing here?” Travien whispered to her as she stood with her back to the rest of the students. “I don’t think there’s anything you can tell me that would surprise me. You’d better go sit back down, we’ll talk after class.”

Dylan nodded once, turned around and walked back to her seat as quickly as she could without tripping over someone’s feet. Harry stared at her with a strange look on her face, but Dylan barely noticed, someone else had caught her eye. Draco Malfoy was staring at her intently; it was a little unnerving really. She turned her head away and sat down, silently staring at the desk in front of her.

Travien stood up after all the names had been called, and clapped his hands together. “All right, now that I know a little about you, I’ll let you know a little about me. Then the real work begins.”

Travien stared at Dylan for a moment before continuing on. “Let’s see, I worked in the Ministry for many, many long and tiring years, I started when I was about twenty years old, and made my way from the bottom to the top.” He paused. “I wasn’t right at the top, obviously, but as close as I was going to get.”

He began pacing again, weaving his way through the desks and stopping every now and again to look at the students. “I fought with hundreds of other Ministry witches and wizards against Voldemort’s uprising. I’ve done things that are best left in the dark, and I’ve seen the forces of Hell come to life.” Travien stood in front of the class, his expression blank. “There are things even Auror training couldn’t prepare me for, and believe me, all the spells in the world can’t help you when you’re standing in front of a Death Eater. They are trained killers; they have no conscience and wouldn’t hesitate to kill their own family.”

The entire room was still, no one was breathing, and the students were hanging on to Travien’s every word. Dylan closed her eyes, listening to the dead room, hearing everything in the silence. Hermione made a small squeak beside her, causing Dylan to open her eyes and glance at the Head Girl beside her.

Hermione was staring at Travien with respect and awe, her eyes shimmering slightly. Ron’s hand moved ever so slowly to his left, and touched Hermione’s pale one. The movement was so intimate, that Dylan turned her gaze away from them, embarrassed for intruding in on their moment.

“I am here to help you learn as much as you can.” Travien’s voice continued on in the same deep almost bored tone as before. “I will teach you everything I can to make sure you have a fighting chance against whatever comes your way, I cannot guarantee you will kill anyone, but you will definitely be able to slow whoever crosses your path. Thus enabling you to get away to a safe place and leave the fighting to a trained professional.”

Travien scanned the room, a smile playing around his mouth. “Now on to the lesson, you shall need to be in pairs. Try to choose someone you trust, you will remain in these pairs for the rest of the year.” He paused for a moment and laughed. “Failing that, pick someone who you would love to jinx, there’s going to be a lot of that.”

Suddenly the room erupted with chatter as everyone began running to different sides of the room, most students preferring to choose a friend for a partner. Hermione, Ron and Harry looked at each other. “So who goes with whom?” Hermione asked softly.

Harry sighed. “Ron, you and Hermione go together. I don’t mind either way. You guys can be together for this class and I’ll go with-”

“Miss Thompson,” Travien’s voice spoke up. “May I have a word with you in private? Outside if you don’t mind? Thank you.”

Dylan stood slowly, glancing apologetically in Harry’s direction before following their professor out into the hall. “Yes, Travien?” she asked politely.

“I always loved the way you said my name. It’s so different compared to everyone else, much softer…” Dylan could tell he was stalling for time.

“After all these years, I couldn’t believe it when I walked in that room and you were there.” Dylan laughed. “I didn’t realize uncle was talking about you last night.”

Travien held up a hand to stop her. “I’m sorry, my dear, but I do have a class to run. Perhaps we should catch up after class, over a cup of tea.” Dylan screwed her nose up unhappily. “I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t like tea. Well, we shall catch up later.”

“Then what did you wish to talk to me about?” Dylan asked pointedly. “You didn’t ask me out here just to listen to me say your name. So…”

Travien laughed softly. “You always knew me too well.” He winked at her slyly. “Choose your partner carefully. Make sure you get someone who will bring out the best in you. I know your potential better than most; I don’t want to see you wasting your time in my class.”

Dylan smiled. “That won’t be a problem. I have the perfect person in mind. From what I’ve heard, he’s fairly good at Defence. I’m sure I’ll have to work just as hard.”

“I’m glad to hear it. That is all. Shall we go back in now?” Travien opened the door for her and waited till she’d entered before continuing in after her.

Dylan scanned the dim room for Harry. He was sitting in the same place she’d left him, talking animatedly to Ron and Hermione, and the boy from this morning, Neville Longbottom. As the door closed Harry’s head shot up and their eyes locked for a moment.

Dylan started towards him, but before she’d taken three steps a strong hand grabbed her arm and swung her around. “Thank you for agreeing to be my partner. I’m sure we’ll have so much fun this year.” The blonde boy from out in the hall stared into her eyes for what seemed like forever before dragging her to the other side of the room.

She turned her head around just in time to see Harry’s face turn pale. Harry began to stand just as Travien clapped his hands. “I’m glad to see everyone has their partner. Please make sure you all know each other, and please remember who they are as they will be your partner for the rest of the year.”

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Draco couldn’t believe his luck, as soon as she walked through that door; he knew that he’d have her as his partner. Whether Potter had asked her already or not, he wasn’t picky. He watched as Potter looked up and smiled at her, Dylan Thompson, finally he knew her name. That was another thing to add to his list.

It was so pathetic how much Potter adored her, and they’d only just met. Draco couldn’t really blame him, she was attractive, and anyone with half a brain and red-blood pumping through them couldn’t deny that fact. What riled him up though was the fact that someone like herself found Potter attractive. Maybe it was the celebrity thing; he didn’t have anything else going for him.

Draco watched on as she took one step after another towards the goody-two-shoes and his stomach gave a jolt as she crossed his path without even glancing at him. He shot a hand out to stop her. His fingers wound themselves around her arm, and the soft skin seemed to melt under his fingertips.

“Thank you for agreeing to be my partner. I’m sure we’ll have so much fun this year.” He drawled with amusement.

As he spun her around she gave the slightest gasp and stared at him in surprise. Draco stared into her eyes as they stood there for the moment. 'Blue,' he thought happily. 'Finally I now know what color her eyes are. Blue eyes, like a doll, how sexy.'

Draco couldn’t help but stare at her. For the first time in his life he’d found a creature as beautiful as himself. Her full, pouting red lips, her pale skin, her small button-like nose, and her large, innocent, baby doll eyes. There were no other thoughts running through his mind as he looked at her. That is, until he heard the scraping of a chair.

He knew exactly who was standing up, and as he looked up he made sure to have a look of sheer pleasure on his face. Harry Potter looked absolutely dumbfounded, and to make things so much sweeter, the entire dream team was staring back at Draco and Dylan in confusion.

Dylan turned and looked at them helplessly, but Draco just dragged her to the other side of the room. 'She’ll get over it,' he thought pleasantly. Potter will just have to live without his darling for the year.

“I’m glad to see everyone has their partner.” Travien began a painfully long, well-rehearsed speech, but Draco just tuned him out.

Pansy’s was horrified as she saw Draco with the blonde Gryffindor, but he couldn’t have cared less. Not only did he finally have a good description of the girl, but he’d put Potter’s nose out of joint in the same instance. This was turning out to be a great day.

Crabbe teamed up with Millicent Bulstrode, while Goyle and Pansy sat silently in front of them. Pansy was obviously a bit pissed with Draco, but she seemed to be happy with Goyle’s presence. 'I hope those two get together, and I don’t have to put up with her anymore.' Draco knew that was wishful thinking, but he was so sick of Pansy and her boring, girly conversations, he really couldn’t imagine being stuck with her for the rest of his life.

Dylan was sitting beside him so stiffly, Draco was sure she’d have numb legs by the end of the class. His eyes rolled over her several times, discreetly of course. No one was to know that he was ‘checking her out’ as people called it. She had long legs with shapely thighs, a small waist and moderately large breasts. Draco had seen larger breasts before, but hers were perky and had a nice round shape to them.

“Please take out your textbooks, and turn to page three. We’ll start off with the theory and make sure everyone has an understanding of the topic before we apply it practically.” Draco pulled out his large Defence tome and opened to the page directed.

As he was reading the chapter quietly, he couldn’t help but glance over at Dylan once again. She had a quill in her hand and was twirling it about casually. She gave a soft sigh and turned the page unhurriedly. Draco was so enthralled with watching her; he didn’t notice her dispassionate eyes on him.

Dylan’s hand moved to adjust her tie slightly, her fingers brushing against her breasts. The movement caused a hitch in Draco’s breathing. Why did everything about her remind him of sex?

“When you’re quite finished staring at me,” she whispered angrily at him.

Draco laughed quietly. “I was wondering when you’d notice. You know, we are all alone at the back of this dark, quiet room.” Draco shifted his arm slightly so it rubbed against hers.

“Get bent. I don’t have time for momma’s boys.” Draco heard the annoyance in her voice, and he loved it.

“Are you saving yourself for Potter?” he drawled.

Dylan gasped. “What did you say?”

Draco smirked. “Please, you know as well as I do. It’s not hard to tell, you want him so badly. Anyone can see it.”

“Mind your own business.” Dylan glanced at Harry for a brief second before turning her attention back to her book.

Draco picked his quill up and stroked her arm slowly with the feather. He watched as goose bumps appeared at her wrist and made their way up her arm. She shivered and Draco was sure he heard her breath quicken.

“Does everybody understand Pefauriem?” Professor Boller asked politely. “Perhaps someone could give us a brief explanation, in their own terms? Miss Granger?”

Draco wasn’t surprised to hear Granger’s name called. She was the only person who’d memorize the textbooks before the school year had even begun. Granger was such a suck-up, nobody else could compare to her, and what made matters worse was the fact that she was a Muggle-born. “Bloody mudblood,” he muttered to himself softly.

“Did you say something?” Dylan’s soft voice made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

“No, mind your own business.” Draco turned his attention back to his book.

Hermione’s textbook answer seemed to go on forever. “Well that’s a good start, Miss Granger; however it still seems a little too academic. Let’s have it in terms everyone can understand,” Professor Boller said kindly. “Anyone else care to give it a go?”

Draco watched on as Dylan raised her hand. “I’ll give it a go, Travien.” Draco was surprised that Boller allowed her to call him ‘Travien’, there is definitely something going on here.

“Pefauriem is a spell that creates a foggy atmosphere, well more of a haze, around your opponent. It is too thick to see through, and will disorientate him or her, allowing you to make an easy escape.” Dylan stopped for a moment, her soft voice still ringing in Draco’s ears. “The conjurer must make sure to keep the haze away from themselves, or they too will become confused. The easiest way to do this is to create a radius that will encompass your enemy but not yourself, and always aim your wand straight ahead.”

“Thank you very much, Miss Thompson.” Travien clapped his hands together. “Let’s all stand and try this. Quickly now, please move into the middle of the room.” As everyone made their way into position, Travien waved his wand and the tables and chairs disappeared.

“Face your partner, wands at the ready. The spell is Cerco Pefauri, repeat it once please.” Travien listened carefully as the class repeated the spell. “All right, let’s give it a go. On the count of three please. One, two, three, go.”

The students muttered the spell at their own pace and only two people had any effect. Hermione had successfully managed a weak orange mist and Ron was staring around the class blankly.

On the other side of the room Dylan was standing there watching a befuddled Draco walk around in circles slowly. “Very good, Miss Granger, that was an excellent first go. Miss Thompson, that’s perfect. Everyone notice how Mr. Malfoy is unable to control his reactions, and is walking around trying to find a way out of the haze. That was a wonderful effort, congratulations to both of you.”

A loud bang resonated through the room as a yellow colored cloud descended on the room. Neville’s wand had performed the spell incorrectly, and an off milk smell swam around the class.

As Draco regained control of his body and his mind focused back on the task at hand, the smell hit him and his gag reflexes kicked in. Thanks Longbottom, he thought angrily.

Professor Boller flicked his wand and the cloud disappeared. “That was not a bad effort Mr. Longbottom. You just said the last part wrong. So instead of being disorientated, we had a terrible smell. Don’t worry; you will get it with a little practice.”

“I’m sure he’s not the one that has anything to worry about,” Draco whispered to himself.

Dylan spun around. “I’m so glad to see you with us once again. I trust you have no side effects from the spell.” Draco smirked at the biting sarcasm in her voice. “What a shame, perhaps next time.”

Professor Boller clapped his hands once more and all attention was back on him. “I think this was a good first lesson, I would hope that each pair will get in a few practice sessions on this spell. I will be testing you at the end of the week.” He paused and glanced over the room, briefly stopping on Dylan once again. “That is all, off to your next class. Miss Thompson, I’ll see you this afternoon. Have a good day everybody.”

Draco sighed heavily as Dylan ran straight back to Potter and the others. “You’d think I held her captive here…” he mumbled.

As he made his way to the door, Pansy latched herself onto his arm. “Draco, darling, I feel terrible. It was my fault entirely, I waited too long to be your partner. I thought you’d ask me, but you must have thought Goyle had already asked me.” Pansy sighed heavily. “Had I known you and that girl were the last two left, I would have gone with you. Poor Goyle, he had no one to go with, so I said I’d go with him.”

“Pansy,” Draco said tiredly. “I don’t care.”

He untangled his arm from her grasp and strode briskly towards his next class. Draco knew he’d have to face Pansy at some stage during Divination, but hopefully he could sit in a dark corner and she wouldn’t notice he was there. I should just skip Divination. It’s all a load of bull anyway.

Draco had just turned towards the nearest staircase that would lead him back to the Slytherin Dormitory when he saw Dylan once again. She was laughing along with Potter and his two fan club leaders. Potter’s arm was draped casually around her shoulders and Dylan’s eyes were fixated on his face.

“What class have you got now?” Draco heard Potter ask Dylan.

She sighed. “Divination, I’m not very good at it. I should have picked something like Ancient Runes that would have been a better choice.”

Draco couldn’t help but smile inwardly. “Another class and another chance to annoy Potter.” Draco followed behind the trio, making sure to stay a fair distance away so as not to attract attention to himself.

Granger veered off down another corridor, minutes later, obviously on her way to Ancient Runes, or some other stupid subject. Well that made one less barrier to get through in this class. At least he didn’t have to put up with her know-it-all attitude.

As they ascended the many steps to the tower, Draco couldn’t help but recall how much fun it was to argue with Dylan in Defence. Even if it was a boring subject, that didn’t mean he couldn’t make his own entertainment.

Thankfully Pansy hadn’t arrived yet, and he hadn’t been noticed by anyone else. He chose a seat hidden by the shadows, close enough to watch Dylan, but not close enough for anyone to suspect anything.

The old bat, Trelawney, finally arrived fifteen minutes later, complete with her massive glasses and many beaded necklaces. Her shawl was draped around her shoulders, but one side slid halfway down her arm. She looked quite pitiful actually, like one of those beggars on the side of a street. Though some of her rings would fetch a small fortune, giant emeralds and rubies sparkled magnificently on her fingers.

Draco sighed heavily. “Let’s hope I don’t fall asleep again this time,” he whispered exasperatedly.

“This term we shall be delving further into the mysterious depths of the supernatural. We shall be focusing mainly on heightening our psychic powers and harnessing pure energy from all around us. Many of you may learn to assess the psychic potential of an item, and many will learn to use touch as a means of perception.” Trelawney’s breathy voice was really starting to bore Draco. “That is to say, by means of touch you can have visions of the past, present or future, and base predictions on these visions. Whether it is a person, animal or object, everything has a story to tell, and we shall see which of you have this gift.”

Draco rubbed his eyes. 'This is too painful.' He tried to think of something less boring. He knew for a fact that he did not have a psychic bone in his body, and the thought of someone pressing their palms against him to figure out his story, as Trelawney put it, annoyed him.

Although there was one person whose palms didn’t anger him in the slightest, especially if they were to be pressed against him. Draco caught his thoughts before his mind began playing out scenarios right in front of his eyes. He didn’t even know this girl, she could be really hideous under those clothes, or could be a psychotic killer for all he knew. Yet a few glances at her, and one or two of those innocent looks on her part was enough to get him all hot and bothered.

He really was a sex-driven teenager. 'That’s what you get, I suppose.' Draco shrugged it off, totally unconcerned. As long as it angered Potter, that’s all that mattered to him, and if he happened to get into Dylan’s pants along the way, well… that was a perk that he wouldn’t say no to.

Draco’s thoughts turned to Pansy, his future wife. 'What a waste, I could have had a happy life being a bachelor. There would be parties all night, sleeping late into the day, and repeating for several years, until I got bored and decided to join the Ministry.' Unfortunately, Draco’s life plan didn’t sit too well with his father.

With thoughts of his father floating through his head, Draco couldn’t help but forget about pretty blonde girls with big blue eyes. It didn’t matter if Dylan broke into his room late one night, and begged him to take her, Draco had made a promise to his father, and broken promises was something Lucius Malfoy didn’t take to lightly.

“Those who have the gift, will travel around the room and try to get a reading from everyone. This is a very useful and interesting talent, and those who have it shouldn’t be ashamed.” Trelawney’s wispy voice broke through Draco’s thoughts. “Although it can be a bit of a burden sometimes, with training we can keep it under control and it will not hinder your life at all.”

Draco glanced around the room, relieved to see he wasn’t the only one who didn’t believe the trollop coming out of her mouth. Among the few students who seemed to swallow the cock and bull story, not to mention worship the ground Trelawney walked upon, was Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil. Both girls seemed to have front row seats every lesson, whether this was by choice, or simply because nobody else felt like being that close to the old coot, Draco wasn’t sure.

Neville Longbottom, the witless wonder, seemed to believe in the ‘all-seeing eye’, as Trelawney liked to describe her powers. Draco shook his head, Longbottom was just too naïve and most likely scared not to believe in it.

Draco’s gaze landed on Pansy, Crabbe & Goyle. Thankfully, they hadn’t noticed him over in the corner. There was a slight chance they had and just didn’t feel like being put into the spotlight. However, since they weren’t staring in his direction, Draco could safely assume they hadn’t seen him.

'Come to think of it,' Draco thought in surprise. 'They don’t seem to look too worried.'

The three seemed to be chattering amongst themselves quietly, every now and again looking up to make sure they hadn’t been noticed. Even though they were whispering, the room wasn’t big enough to mask their hushed conversation. Trelawney didn’t scold them most likely because there weren’t enough people taking this class as it was, to lose any more students from this class, Trelawney could kiss her precious subject goodbye.

Trelawney did look rather annoyed though, Draco had to admit. The old bat kept throwing glares their way, her lips pursed and her usually light, airy tone had dropped a few degrees. 'Pansy better be careful,' Draco thought cheerfully.

Potter and Weasley seemed to be completely ignoring Trelawney. They only took this class because it was a complete bludge, and they just faked their ‘predictions’. If it was gruesome, morbid or involved death and despair in any way Trelawney loved it. That’s how Draco had passed this class, he just dropped lines about the grim, death eaters, and occasionally he threw Voldemort’s name in there just for effect.

There was one person who caught his surprise, Dylan Thompson. Yet again she astounded him, she wasn’t openly ignoring Trelawney, nor was she holding onto every word as if it were law. However, she was taking notes and flicking through her book as Trelawney spoke.

Potter was too busy talking to notice. 'Strange,' Draco thought, 'if Potter likes her so much… why doesn’t he pay more attention to her?'

Draco was ready to bet Potter didn’t realize she liked him. Draco was sure Potter hadn’t noticed her writing frantically next to him, nor had he seen the look of confusion on her face. The way her eyebrows drew together slightly, causing the tiniest of creases between them, or the way she bit down on her lower lip – her straight, white teeth pressing ever so gently into her red bottom lip.

Draco shook his head and forced his attention back to Trelawney’s spiel about the different types of psychics, and where each type could take you. He tried hard to keep his eyes open as he stifled yet another yawn. 'How much longer?'

“Next lesson, we shall start with a short review of the chapter, and then we shall delve into the practical. Everyone shall choose a partner, we shall be changing partners each lesson.” Trelawney clapped her hands once. “Until then I hope the fates watch over you.”

Draco stayed put until everyone had left the room. He waited until Trelawney had finally pulled off her shawl, walked over to a large cupboard at the side of the room and poured an amber liquid into a glass. 'Trust the old biddy to drink.'

After Trelawney had gone back to her room, Draco rested his head on the table, completely exhausted. 'What the hell is wrong with me?' He resisted the urge to thump his head against the round wooden tables. Thankfully, Trelawney had extinguished the fire and all the scented candles that usually lined the walls and tables.

Draco knew lunch had started, and yet no one would miss him for a little while. While he still wanted to skip the rest of the day, and just sit around in his room, or maybe do something useful like practice flying or walk around the grounds, he knew that at some point somebody would notice his absence and wonder where he was.

Just as he was standing up to leave the deserted classroom, the door opened slowly. “I’ll be down in a minute, just go on without me. I forgot something.” Draco knew that voice, hell he’d never be able to forget it. Dylan Thompson was walking into the dark and very empty room alone, and only a few tables and chairs stood between them.

He hid himself back in the shadows as she slowly made her way into the room. When she closed the door, and sent the room back into darkness, he had to stop himself from laughing.

Draco could see her shadow moving towards the table she had sat at only minutes before hand. He quietly made his way closer to her, pausing every now and again to make sure she hadn’t heard him approach.

Dylan was crouched down searching for whatever she had lost on the floor. Draco stood next her, trying to think of something clever to say, but everything that went through his head was irrelevant and stupid.

As she slowly stood, he instinctively took a step back, not wanting her to know he was there. Thankfully she gave a heavy sigh as his foot hit the floor a little louder than expected. Now was his chance, he had to think of something quick.

She turned and faced him, thankfully because of the darkness she couldn’t see him, but she was staring him in the eyes all the same. Dylan was only a meter away from him, and she was making her way closer, if he didn’t do something soon, she was going to run into him.

Draco’s mind was telling him to sit back down and just let her leave; she would never know he was here. However, his hormones were on another page, and before he could stop himself, his feet closed the distance between them.

His hands found her neck rather easily and his mouth covered hers, cutting her scream off before it had the chance to form. Draco couldn’t help but crush her against him, even when her hands came up to push him away; she was just so soft and feminine. Her mouth parted slightly and his tongue rolled over her lips seductively.

Before any real damage could be done Draco pushed her away as quickly as he’d grabbed her, and left the room swiftly. He doubted whether she’d noticed him leave, let alone knew it was him.

He made his way to the Great Hall quickly, just in case she ran up behind him and found out he had just snogged her. Wait till she tells Potter that one. For the first time in years, Draco was feeling exhilarated, he had just made out with Potter’s main love interest, without anyone else knowing. It was like an affair, even though he didn’t have a girlfriend or anyone to cheat on. Unless you count Pansy, but Draco was past caring, today had been a great day and if it continued on this way, hell who knows what could happen next.

Draco sat down next to Pansy without any hesitation. “How are you today, Pansy?” he asked politely. Then before she could answer he grabbed a bread roll and walked off. There was no point killing this awesome high before it had even started, so he decided to take a walk around the grounds.

“Thanks, Thompson. You just made my day,” he laughed.