Love, such a silly game we play (Draco Malfoy story) part 23
well here is part 23
and since my family is going to be here al week i wont have anymore stories posted on her for awhilebut i will do my best to try and get at least part 24 up in the next week.
Itâ€™s been about a month since I have spoken a word to Draco, or any Slytherin for that matter. I know the last words I said to him had been a bit harsh, but it was the words he was looking for. Harry hasnâ€™t been normal either, with the stress of quidditch, Dumbledoreâ€™s meetings, and trying to get something out of Slughorn about horcruxes. We had our first apparitionâ€™s lesson awhile back, id say it was pretty interesting. Though Susan Bones got splinched and that wasnâ€™t a pretty sight. The teacher was a bit too forward â€˜remember the three Dâ€™s: determination, destination, deliberationâ€™ that squeaky little voice would repeat over and over again. Today is Ronâ€™s birthday, though I havenâ€™t seen him all day, I was sitting in the great hall with Hermione, waiting on him and Harry to come down. â€œSo Hermione did you get Ron a present?â€ I asked her. She gave me an appraised look, â€œwhat kind of girl do you take me for? Of course I did,â€ she said appalled. â€œWell I just assumed,â€ â€œjust because I am not talking to Won-Won doesnâ€™t mean I canâ€™t get him a gift for his birthday,â€ she said. â€œOkay, okay didnâ€™t ask for you to bite my head off.â€ Just as I said that Professor McGonagall was rushing toward us. â€œYou two follow me,â€ she said frantically. Me and Hermione exchanged a confused glance but did not argue with her. She led us to the hospital wing. We walked in to see a sad Harry and Ginny around a hospital bed. I walked towards it and gasped, Hermione was dead silent. â€œWhat happened? Is he okay?â€ I asked in desperation. â€œRon had ate some chocolates that were spiked with a love potion. Though they were initially meant for me, but Ron thought someone gave them to him for his birthday. I took him to Professor Slughornâ€™s office and Slughorn reversed the potion. Then he offered us some mead, though he said it was giving to him, and he said he was thinking about giving the mead to Dumbledore. So Ron was the first to drink his, but something happened to him and his breathing quickened and he started foaming at the mouth. Slughorn was panicking and I took a bezoar from his case and stuffed it down Ronâ€™s throat and his breathing eased up a bit, and Slughorn went for help. McGonagall and madam Pomfrey showed up and they brought him here. They reckon heâ€™ll be fine, but he has to stay here for a week or so, to you know get over it.â€ Harry told us. I just nodded, I couldnâ€™t really find my voice, and itâ€™s a real good thing Harry was there. Fred and George came in a while later. â€œSo, all in all, not one of Ronâ€™s better birthdays?â€ said Fred. It was now evening and the hospital wing was quiet, and the lamps were lit. â€œThis isnâ€™t how we imagined handing over our present,â€ said George grimly, putting Ronâ€™s present down. â€œYea we pictured him being conscious.â€ Fred said. â€œYep, there we were in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him--â€ said George. â€œYou were in Hogsmeade?â€ Ginny suddenly asked. â€œwe were thinking of buying Zonkoâ€™s, a Hogsmeade branch, you know, fat load of good itâ€™ll do us you lot arenâ€™t allowed out at weekends to but our stuff anymoreâ€¦ but never mind that.â€ Fred said. He drew up a chair besides Harry, and looked at Ronâ€™s pale face. â€œSo how exactly did it happen Harry?â€ George asked. And Harry told him everything that he told us earlier. â€œDo mum and Dad know?â€ Fred asked Ginny. She nodded, â€œthey were here earlier,â€ she told him. â€œSo the poison was in the drink?â€ Fred asked. Harry nodded. â€œEr-my-nee.â€ Ron suddenly croaked unexpectedly. Hermione turned a deep reddish color, and we all fell silent to see if he would say anything else. The door flew open making us all jump, and Hagrid rushed in panting, a crossbow in hand. â€œBin in the forest all day, Aragogâ€™s worse been readinâ€™ to him, didnâ€™ get up ter dinner till jusâ€™ now anâ€™ then Professor Sprout told me about Ron. How is he?â€ Hagrid said panting heavily. â€œNot bad, they say heâ€™ll be okay,â€ I told him. â€œNo more than seven visitors,â€ Madam Pomfrey said, hurrying from her office. â€œHagrid makes seven,â€ Harry said. â€œSomeone couldnâ€™t have a grudge against the Gryffindor Quidditch team, could they? Firsâ€™ Katie, now Ronâ€¦â€ said Hagrid anxiously. â€œWell, I donâ€™t think itâ€™s Quidditch, but I think thereâ€™s a connection between the attacks,â€ said Hermione quietly. â€œHow dâ€™you work that out?â€ I asked her. â€œWell for one thing, they both ought to have been fatal and werenâ€™t, although that was pure luck. And for another, neither the poison nor the necklace seems to have reached the person who was supposed to be killed. Of course,â€ she added broodingly, â€œthat makes the person behind this even more dangerous in a way, because they donâ€™t seem to care how many people they finish off before they actually reach their victim.â€ Before anyone could respond Mr. and Mrs. Weasley walked in. â€œhalf of our family seem to owe you their lives, now that I think about it,â€ Mr. Weasley said. Madam Pomfrey had rushed in before Harry could reply and reminded them that only seven visitors where allowed. So Hagrid, Harry, Hermione and I decided to leave him with his family. â€œLook Iâ€™ll meet you up at Gryffindor tower,â€ I told them starting to walk a bit faster. I reached the Gryffindor, but did not walk upstairs and just went to sit by the fireplace. Hermione statement has me thinking, the two attacks do link fairly well together. So what if the attacker was the same? What if the attacker was my Draco? I mean not my Draco, but him, yes. Harry and Hermione had walked in awhile later, Hermione had said goodnight to us and went upstairs in the girlsâ€™ dormitory. But Harry remained behind. â€œSomething on your mind Harry,â€ I asked as he took a seat by me. â€œWell I was just thinking about what Hagrid said, after you left.â€ He told me. â€œAnd what did Hagrid say?â€ I asked him. â€œWell he said Dumbledore was angry with Snape and it lead me to think if it was about Malfoy.â€ He told me, I started to open my mouth, â€œlook Adriana, donâ€™t be mad at me, itâ€™s just it makes sense to me.â€ he continued. â€œHey come with me to see Ron, I have to talk to you guys about something,â€ he said suddenly. I nodded and we left. As we entered the hospital wing I was surprised to see Ron wide awake. â€œLavender just came and visited me, though I had to pretend to be sleep. I didnâ€™t want her to continuously go on and on about Won-Won.â€ He said as we took a seat around his bed. â€œOkay listen, there is something I have to do,â€ Harry said. â€œKreacher?â€ he whispered into the darkness. There was a very loud crack and I jumped up from my seat. â€œMuffliato!â€ I said quickly so Madam Pomfrey wouldnâ€™t here us. Two house elves appeared and were wrestling on the ground. Ron and I were watching intensely amused. â€œKreacher will not insult Harry Potter in front of Dobby, no her wont.â€ Dobby said punching Kreacher in the nose. â€œKreacher will say whatever he wants about his master, oh yes. That, mudblood loving--â€ â€œSTOP!â€ Harry bellowed loudly. Kreacher broke apart from Dobby. â€œMaster called me?â€ Kreacher asked. â€œYes, Kreacher I did. Iâ€™ve got a job for you.â€ Harry told him. â€œKreacher will do what master wants, even though Kreacher is ashamed to have such a master, oh yesâ€¦â€ Kreacher started. â€œDobby will do it,â€ Dobby said interrupting Kreacher. â€œCome to think of it, both of you can do it. I want you both to watch Draco Malfoyâ€™s every move,â€ said Harry. Ignoring me and Ronâ€™s confused looks he continued. â€œI want to know where he is going, what he doing; I want you to follow him around.â€ â€œYes Harry Potter, and if Dobby does it wrong Dobby will throw his self off the up most tower.â€ Dobby said. â€œUm, there will be no need for that Dobby,â€ Harry told him. â€œMaster wants me to spy on the pure-blood great-nephew of my mistress.â€ Kreacher asked him. â€œYes, so no tipping him off anyway. No showing him what youâ€™re up to or any contact with him at all. You are forbidden, do you hear me?â€ Harry asked. Kreacher mumbled his agreement and apparated out, as well as Dobby. I sighed and looked at Harry, who I knew had to have lost any sanity he had left.