Chapter 2 : I Don't Handle Rejection Very Well
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The next day, each lesson started off with the same lecture from each teacher, about how important OWLs were. Snooze. I actually fell asleep the third time I heard it, in Potions. Bad idea. Snape was in a foul mood.
“Potter!” he shouted at me. “Five points from Gryffindor!”
Ginny kicked me under the table and my head snapped up. I knew exactly how to play Snape. Just stare right at him until he gives in. Well it worked for me, anyway. No one else seemed to be able to do it. Especially not Harry. Harry looked too much like Dad. I behaved too much like Dad, but it's best not to push it with Snape. He went to school with Dad, and Sirius and Remus, and they hated each other.
Snape finally looked away and I put my head back on the desk and slept for the rest of the double lesson. He pulled me aside after the lesson though.
“Potter, it's generally not advisable to sleep through lessons,” he sneered at me.
“Well maybe if all the teachers hadn't given the exact same lecture today I wouldn't be bored out of my mind,” I shot back.
“Detention!” Snape hissed. “You need to adjust your attitude.”
Detention already. I left and went up to dinner, fuming.
“Ot's uh 'iv 'oo?” Ron asked, his mouth full of food again.
“What?” I asked him.
“I think that was supposed to be 'what's up with you',” Draco said helpfully.
“Snape,” I said, “put me in detention for absolutely no reason.”
“Well, you did fall asleep in the middle of his lesson,” Ginny said, sitting next to me.
“Yeah, it was bloody boring, and nothing new!” I said.
“Harry got detention off Snape too,” Ron said, now that his mouth was clear. “Apparently it was his fault that I blew up my cauldron.”
Ginny snorted. “You're both as useless as each other in Potions.”
“Where is Harry?” I asked, realising he wasn't there.
“In the library,” Hermione's voice came from behind me as she walked over to sit next to Ron.
“Why are you here and Harry's in the library?” I asked. That seemed a bit backwards to me. Hermione loved the library.
“He was looking for a quiet place to write to your parents and Sirius.”
I sighed, and got up. “I'd better find him if I want to send my letter with Hedwig too.”
It wasn't too hard to find him, sat in Hermione's usual spot. I poked him in the back of the head.
“Ow,” he said, rubbing it.
“I hear Snape gave you detention already,” I teased him.
“Yes,” he said hotly, “Completely unfairly -”
“Yeah yeah,” I cut him off. “Me too. Can I write my letter now so I can send it with yours?”
He nodded, and I pulled some parchment and a quill out of my bag.
Dear Mum and Dad (and Sirius too if you're there)
I just wanted to send a letter along with Harry's otherwise you won't hear from me for days and I know Mum worries. I'm fine, apart from Snape's given both me and Harry detention already for no reason. Alright, well I went to sleep in his lesson, but I couldn't sleep last night and he said exactly the same thing as all the other teachers today. I promise I won't go to sleep in Remus' lesson. His aren't boring though. Oh, and apparently we're friends with Draco Malfoy now. His dad kicked him out so I offered him a place to crash if he needs it, I hope that's ok. I'm sure he'll sort it out soon though.
Ron's carrying on stuffing his face, I had to fight him for the brownies last night. Hermione's turned into some sort of mushy idiot around him... so now she has the intelligence of a normal Ravenclaw, instead of Hermione intelligence.
Anyway I have to go, Snape's probably looking for another excuse to put me in detention. Sirius, don't piss Fiona off. Being pregnant, she'll probably kill you and that'd be no fun.
I rolled up the parchment and Harry gave me his finished letter, and headed off to dinner. I walked slowly up to the Owlery. Hedwig fluttered down to my shoulder as soon as I walked in. I pulled a few owl treats out of my pocket and gave them to her. She really was a beautiful bird.
I attached the letters to her leg and she nipped me gently before taking off out the window. Then I heard a sigh from the other end of the Owlery. I looked, and Draco was there, stroking his screech owl.
“Hey,” I said.
“Hey,” he said quietly, sitting on a dropping free space on the floor.
“I just got a letter from my mum,” he said. I sat down next to him.
“She can't talk them round. They're not having it.” He screwed up his face into his knees.
“Oh, Draco. I'm so sorry,” I whispered. I couldn't imagine what it was like, having your family disown you because of what happens at school. I laid my head on his shoulder and his owl hooted softly, looking sad.
“I'm sorry,” he said, wiping his face on his sleeve. “You must think I'm pathetic.”
“No,” I said.
“This is nice,” he said, after a few minutes of silence.
“What? Being disowned by your family is nice? Are you mad?” I said, making fun of him slightly, hoping that it would cheer him up.
“No, I mean... just admitting how I feel to someone. And the sunset isn't bad to look at either.”
I lifted my head up and looked out of the window. The sun was setting over the Forbidden Forest, and it was stunning.
I looked back at Draco and he was looking right at me. He leaned towards me, and before I knew what was happening, his lips lightly brushed mine.
Then he got up and left.
After five minutes or so, I realised I was sat in the Owlery on my own, and the floor was covered in owl shit. I got up, and slowly walked back to the common room, my head spinning.
And then I almost walked straight into Snape.
“Ah, Potter,” he sneered. “Come with me.”
I followed him to his office in the dungeons. He had all this creepy, pickled stuff in jars. I shuddered.
“For your detention, you can take this to Professor Lupin,” he said, handing me a smoking goblet.
“That's it?” I asked.
What game was Snape playing? I shrugged and headed up to the third floor where Remus' office was.
I knocked on the door, and to my surprise, Sirius answered.
“Daisy!” he said, for once not using his stupid nickname. “Now isn't really a good time.”
“Snape sent me to give this to Remus for my detention,” I said.
Sirius practically snatched the goblet off me, and slammed the door in my face. Well, that was rude. Before I could turn around and go back to the common room, he opened the door again, stepped out and locked it.
“What are you doing here?” I asked.
“I came to see Remus,” he said vaguely.
“No shit,” I muttered, knowing I could get away with swearing in front of him.
“Right. Where's Snape now?”
I shrugged. “Being a creepy prick in his office, or out terrorising first years, probably.”
As it happened, we were walking past Dumbledore's office when we saw him, and followed him up the stairs that moved of their own accord. Sirius burst through the door without knocking.
“He tried to kill my goddaughter,” he shouted, pointing at Snape dramatically. Ok, that might have been a bit much.
Dumbledore, sat behind his desk, raised an eyebrow, while Snape sneered.
“He sent Daisy to Remus' office on the full moon with the Wolfsbane potion! Anything could've happened!” Sirius shouted.
“Severus, is that true?” Dumbledore asked quietly. “Did you really endanger the life of a student?”
Remus isn't dangerous. Is he? Full moon?
The clues started adding up in my head.
I knew that Wolfsbane potion made werewolves safe. I knew it was the full moon. Sirius had answered the door, presumably Remus had contacted him when he hadn't been given his potion, and Sirius had come to make sure he didn't do anything dangerous.
Dumbledore was still staring at Snape, who started to look guilty.
“She acts too much like her father,” he hissed. “She needs knocking down a few pegs.”
“You forget that James saved your life,” Dumbledore said quietly, and Snape flushed. “I'm sorry Severus. I cannot have you putting my students in danger. I'm going to have to let you go.”
Snape turned on his heel, glared at me, and stormed out.
“Will Remus be alright now?” I asked Sirius.
“Yeah, he'll be fine now he's taken his potion.”
“Miss Potter,” Dumbledore addressed me. “It's imperative that you tell no one of this.”
“Yeah, fine,” I agreed. I could imagine the reaction from the students and the parents if it got out. Plus, Remus is one of the best teachers I've ever had.
Dumbledore sent me on my way, and I finally got back to the common room.
“Hogsmeade this weekend,” Ginny informed me, as I threw myself into my favourite seat. It was ridiculous that the first day back was a Friday. What was the point in that?
She moved so that she was blocking the heat from the fire. “I know what you did,” she said in a sing-song voice that she'd learned from Fred and George.
“Neville saw you,” was all she said.
“Speak English, please,” I replied.
She rolled her eyes, and spelled it out. “Neville saw you and Malfoy in the Owlery. Kissing.”
“Neville saw wrong. What he saw was Malfoy kissing me, then leaving,” I said.
Ginny pulled me up and steered me up the stairs to our dormitory, where Hermione was waiting.
“Well?” she demanded.
“It's true,” Ginny said, and the pair of them looked at me.
“Honestly, she's more blind than Ron,” Ginny rolled her eyes.
They each grabbed one of my arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked them, as they took me down the stairs and across the common room.
“Making you talk to him,” Hermione said.
“I don't want to talk to him! He kissed me and then buggered off! Let go!” I said sharply, struggling. Bloody hell, they were strong.
“Tough,” Hermione snapped, pushing me through the sixth year boys dormitory door.
Draco was sat on his bed, alone. He looked up in surprise when I fell through the door.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
“I was kidnapped,” I said, and heard the door lock behind me, and saw flesh coloured strings wriggle through the gap underneath. I stamped on them, and heard Ginny and Hermione shriek in pain.
“Bugger off,” I shouted to them, and heard them run down the stairs.
“Listen, I'm sorry about earlier,” Draco said. “It's just, I'm really grateful to have someone there, you know? Then it just sort of happened...” he trailed off, looking embarrassed.
That hit me like a stunning spell, and I didn't know why. Did I have feelings for Draco? I barely knew him. But there he was, saying that kissing me was a mistake.
The door opened. Harry was stood there.
“What's going on?” he asked suspiciously.
“Nothing,” I said. “Nothing at all.” I left.
I didn't realise that tears were falling until I was halfway across the common room, and then I pushed my way up to my dormitory, where Hermione and Ginny were waiting.
“Thanks so much for that,” I snapped at them.
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