Chapter 33

The next day…

Grace woke up in the common room with her brother’s cloak thrown over her. The fire had died down significantly and all was left were bright red embers. It couldn’t have been long since she fell asleep. Grace observed her surroundings, finally catching sight of her brother carelessly sleeping in the recliner she last saw him in. The boy was pleasantly unattractive when he was asleep, for he practically soaked most of the fabric with a hefty amount of drool. Grace snickered.

She began to shift the cloak off of her and stand up, catching sight of a familiar green folder in the pocket of her makeshift blanket. The Malfoy file. She practically forgot her brother’s goal for his venture, and guilt began to overcome her. Not wanting to wake the other member in the room, Grace got up and crept silently out of the room.

A little while later…

Draco walked into the common room with broom in hand. He had taken a quick fly around the grounds, knowing that the air was just cold enough that winter morning. His face was still flushed and that perfect blonde hair turned into a windswept nest of yellow locks. Immediately, Draco sensed another presence and turned towards the body. Blaise Zabini. It appeared his best mate had spent the night folded over a vile piece of furniture. How improper.

With a smirk, the tall Slytherin strode over to the only occupied seat in the room. He then conjured a warm bowl of water, stuck his best mate’s hand inside, and waited. After a minute or two, Blaise was up and clutching his bottoms.

“BLOODY H-” The man looked up and glared at his friend. “This isn’t right mate, you pissing around wrecking havoc and all.” The Italian awkwardly shifted in his chair to cover up his accident. “Now I have to clean all this. Brilliant. Just brilliant.”

“How did you sleep?” Draco joked.

“Just hunky-dory, and you?” Blaise spat with thick sarcasm.

Draco smirked, “Didn’t get much.” He nudged his best mate, “Speaking of sleep, have you finally decided that a chair was more likely suited for your indelicate personality?”

Blaise rubbed a large hand over his tired face, “Oh shut it, Grace and I spent the night talking.” He got up and walked to the bathroom to change out of his tarnished boxers.

The blonde walked into the dorm along with him. “Alright.” Draco sat on his bed and ran a hand over the silk covers, “Is she okay?” He looked up with pure concern in his eyes.

Blaise leant against his bedpost, “You really do fancy her don’t you?” It sounded more like a statement than a question.

Draco looked flabbergasted, “What?”

“Oh don’t be daft, Malfoy.” The Zabini got up and walked into the bathroom to change.

In the Hospital Wing…

Grace opened the door to see Harry sitting by Ron’s bed. Walking over, she settled herself beside him. “He’s still asleep.”

The golden boy nodded. “Ginny told me what you gave her.” His eyes were still latched onto his best friend, “Thank you.”

The Italian smiled lightly, “Just another reason to use her specialty bat boogey hex.”

She didn’t realize, but Harry’s eyes widened at the mention of his girlfriend’s signature dueling tactic.

“You should get some sleep. I’ll stay here with him.” Grace said softly. She watched as Harry got his things and settled in his own cot. Sitting in Harry’s previous spot, Grace observed Ron’s syncretized breaths and the way his lips were parted while slept. She slowly raised her hand to pull a stray hair away from his eyes.

“No matter what has happened. No matter what you’ve done. No matter what you will do. I will always care for you. I swear it.”

Ron rustled a bit within the covers as he heard those words, while Harry tried to contemplate what she meant.

To him, Grace was unlike any Slytherin he had ever encountered. It frustrated him to no end. Somehow she knew that Ron was in trouble and exactly where to go for help. She knew about the Marauder’s Map and the Invisibility cloak. And above all, she practically confessed her love for Ron just now. Grace seemed too attached to the boy who just dumped her, not to mention she was a snake. A Slytherin never took a situation in his or her own hands in order to help out a fellow student, let alone the rival house. Grace Zabini was something entirely different from what he expected. And Harry was just beginning to realize it.

Several hours later…


The man in question raised his hand to cover his face and sighed deeply. “Why…why…”

Grace came running in from the right side of the hall, breathing heavily.

“Stop. That’s enough.” Blaise demanded towards the other Slytherins, whom was harassing a fellow student. “Cassian, just leave him. He’s already bleeding enough.”

Once Grace caught up with the crowd, her heart flared with anger. “WHAT IN MERLIN’S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?” She turned and slapped her brother straight in the face, “You idiot! What are you doing hurting innocent people like that?” She grabbed her brother by the ear and began to drag him away from the group, the rest snickering at the scene before them.

“I was telling them to stop!!!” Blaise grumbled as his sister pulled him to another hallway. He flushed with embarrassment, “Honestly, you know I’m better than that.”

Grace crossed her arms in disappointment. “We need to talk.”

Immediately Blaise regained his dignified stature, “What?”

“We can’t speak here. The library, after dinner?”

“Sure.” Blaise sighed.

In the Hospital Wing…

Ginny was currently laying on Harry’s cot, with her head resting on his chest and his arms wrapped around her frame. Together, they were simply enjoying the moment of being alone and alive. Harry looked down to check if his girlfriend was awake. Her golden red hair draped over his chest effortlessly and reflected beautifully under the noon sun. “Gin?”

His girlfriend shifted her face to view him. Those blue eyes seemed to pierce his very heart. “Yes?”

“I love you.”

Ginny ran her hand over Harry’s shirt and pressed her cheek further into the fabric. She could hear every breath and every heartbeat. It was magical. “I love you too.”

“What are you thinking about?” Harry’s chest vibrated as he spoke.

“You. Me. Ron. Hermione.”

The golden boy couldn’t help but smile. “Me too.”

Twenty minutes went by in silence. The sun began to set and the warm array of oranges and purples displayed themselves through the hospital windows. The couple became in sync. Their breaths were perfectly timed and they seemed to meld into one another.

“Harry?” Ginny shifted so she could look into her boyfriend’s green eyes. “Do you believe Ron?”

The man already knew what she was referring to. “Not quite. Do you?”

“I’m still really unsure.” The redhead cuddled back to the warmth of his body, “She’s very odd for a Slytherin.”

Harry lifted an arm to place behind his head. “What Ron said…is possible.”

“Yes, but we must be rational…for Ron’s sake.”

Her boyfriend nodded in agreement.

Suddenly a loud shifting became evident within the room and few hard coughs followed.

“Ron!” Ginny sat up and ran to her brother’s bedside. “Ron, you’re awake!”

The awoken boy sounded hoarse, “I better be, either that or I died.”

“Not yet mate, not yet,” Harry added with a wide smile.

Ron looked over to his best friend on the cot beside him. “Hey.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Alright. A bit boggled actually. What happened?”

Around dinner time…

The Great Hall seemed strangely empty although it was completely full of life. Draco reluctantly slid his plate a smidge closer to Pansy. “Parkinson, have you seen Grace?”

The girl in question failed to make her hair flip attractive and proceeded to smile at him with puppy eyes. “No idea. Why does it matter where she is?”

“I think she’s ignoring me but, I have something to discuss with her.”

Pansy’s face went red; “Well of course she’s ignoring you! You’re suppose to discuss things with me!”

“Leave it be Parkinson. You don’t have a chance.” Blaise sat down across the two of them with a smug look on his face. “And if you MUST talk to her, she’s currently having dinner in the hospital wing. Apparently Weasley woke up and she just had to be there.” He said the last part in a mock voice.

Draco tried to tame his anger, “I’ve search the whole castle…and the entire time she was by Weaselbee’s side?!”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. She walked in late last night with bruises all over her face, broke a blasted mirror along the way too.” Pansy said in a nonchalant voice. “I don’t know what spell Weasley has on her, but it sure keeps that girl by his side.”

Draco had enough, “That thick bastard!” He began to get out of his seat, wand in hand.

“Calm down Malfoy.” Blaise said as he charmed his best mate’s shoes to stay grounded to the floor. “I’m guessing my sister didn’t tell either of you.”

“Didn’t tell us what?!” Pansy and Draco said at once.

The Italian simply yawned and sat back with a look of boredom on his face. “She spent the whole night defending the pathetic Weasel’s arse by working alongside Potter and getting rid of two manticores that found their way onto school property.”

The two dumbfounded looks from the other Slytherins were clearly priceless.

In the library…

“So what’s all of this about?” Blaise placed his feet on the table in front of him and sat back.

Once Grace finished placing a silencing barrier on the bookshelves around them, she carefully opened the folder and gingerly took out Draco’s file.

“How did you-?” Blaise checked his pockets. “You stealthy little snake!” He pointed to the girl in front of him. “You’ve really become a Slytherin!”

Grace chuckled, “I’ve learned from the best.” She placed Draco’s file in front of her brother and began looking through the rest of the folder.

Blaise was already looking over his best friend’s parchment, “Ha! The bloody bastard has an artistic side!”

“Blaise, focus! We have to find out what Draco is hiding.” Grace continued her search.

Her brother couldn’t help it, “Listen to this!” He read aloud, “His talent for sketching is so adept, the image looked back at him before he even lifted his pencil!” The boy started to laugh hysterically.

Slowly, Grace’s eyes began to widen and her hands began to tremble. “Blaise…we have a much bigger problem.

Her brother looked over at the page his twin was holding and immediately quit the laughter.

Narcissa Black-Malfoy. It was blank.

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