‹ Prequel: The Dark Witch
The Return of the Dark Witch
A Chaste Kiss
P.O.V – Draco Malfoy
Becky is the Dark Witch? It didn’t make sense, but Snape hadn’t given me the impression he had been lying. Along with the fact, that as much as I hadn’t wanted to believe it, and still didn’t, I found it hard to believe that someone could pull of a nervous breakdown that convincing.
I swallowed hard, clenching my jaw tight as I turned to enter the Great Hall. My eyes drawn to the Slytherin table, it appears that Becky or rather, Maria, had not arrived yet. I wanted to be relieved by this, but the dread of confronting the Dark Lord’s daughter later, in the lesson I had promised her, outweighed any relief I might have felt.
“Draco, you wouldn’t believe what just happened!” Shrieked Pansy loudly from behind me. Causing me to turn around to see her and her best friend, Daphne Greengrass, walking towards me.
“What, Pansy?” I replied in a bored tone of voice. I had far more important things to do other than listen to her prattle.
“It was that cow…” Began Pansy vehemently, standing in front of me. Daphne slightly behind her, hands firmly placed upon her hips as she scowled.
“That wretched new girl, Sinclair.” Finished the blonde, flipping her long golden locks over her shoulder.
“She attacked us.” Stated Pansy, dramatically.
I frowned, “Why?” I asked, “What did you two do?” I clutched my left arm nervously at my words. A slight fear washing over me. What would the Dark Lord do to my parents if his daughter was hurt on my watch? Nothing good I’d wager.
“Nothing!” Replied Pansy defensively, placing a hand over her chest as she took a step back from me.
“We were just making conversation with that thing I, unfortunately, call my sister.” Said Daphne with distain, “When that…that…Sinclair beast, attacked us, all crazed.”
My eyes narrowed at her words. While Maria was certainly capable of acting insane, she understood nothing of magic. Unless, of course, she was faking. However, for whatever reason, I didn’t feel that was the case, “How could she attack you,” I began slowly, “Becky doesn’t know any magic.”
Both of their eyebrows shot up at my name slip and it was a moment before either one of them were able to speak.
“Since when are you on a first name basis with that cow?” Asked Pansy in a sickly sweet voice.
I bit my bottom lip nervously, my palms beginning to sweat, “I’m not.” I replied, my voice slightly higher than normal and my movements jerky as I ran a hand through my hair, “Just slipped out tis all.” I finished, anger growing in my voice as I frowned. Disbelief forming on both their faces, “What’s it to the two of you anyway?” I asked irritably, lowering my hand from my hair, to cross both my arms over my chest, “Neither of you are my keeper.” I said harshly. Just as Daphne’s sister, the disowned Astoria Greengrass, caught my eye over their shoulders as she entered the Great Hall. Followed shortly by Maria, who caught my gaze, holding it, while I stared, transfixed.
I barely noticed Daphne and Pansy both, turning around to see who I was staring at so ardently, before looking back to me.
“That cow has you whipped already doesn’t she?” Said Daphne, her voice light and accusing, snapping my gaze to her, away from Maria.
“Oh no, Daphne.” Replied Pansy in my stead, a determined smile forming on her face as she stepped close to me and placed both her hands on my chest, “Draco’s all mine.” She stated, batting her eyelashes furiously at me. I remained stiff under her gaze. No good could come from answering that question, “Aren’t you, Draco?” Pansy asked sweetly, waiting a moment, before leaning in to place a chaste, claiming, kiss on my lips. Smiling up at me for a moment, before quickly turning to link arms with Daphne, giggling, as the pair skipped away towards the Slytherin table. The very side in which Maria had chosen to seat herself.
I let out a slight groan at the sight. Pansy was going to try and harm Maria yet again. Something, for the sake of my family, I could not allow to happen.
Becky is the Dark Witch? It didn’t make sense, but Snape hadn’t given me the impression he had been lying. Along with the fact, that as much as I hadn’t wanted to believe it, and still didn’t, I found it hard to believe that someone could pull of a nervous breakdown that convincing.
I swallowed hard, clenching my jaw tight as I turned to enter the Great Hall. My eyes drawn to the Slytherin table, it appears that Becky or rather, Maria, had not arrived yet. I wanted to be relieved by this, but the dread of confronting the Dark Lord’s daughter later, in the lesson I had promised her, outweighed any relief I might have felt.
“Draco, you wouldn’t believe what just happened!” Shrieked Pansy loudly from behind me. Causing me to turn around to see her and her best friend, Daphne Greengrass, walking towards me.
“What, Pansy?” I replied in a bored tone of voice. I had far more important things to do other than listen to her prattle.
“It was that cow…” Began Pansy vehemently, standing in front of me. Daphne slightly behind her, hands firmly placed upon her hips as she scowled.
“That wretched new girl, Sinclair.” Finished the blonde, flipping her long golden locks over her shoulder.
“She attacked us.” Stated Pansy, dramatically.
I frowned, “Why?” I asked, “What did you two do?” I clutched my left arm nervously at my words. A slight fear washing over me. What would the Dark Lord do to my parents if his daughter was hurt on my watch? Nothing good I’d wager.
“Nothing!” Replied Pansy defensively, placing a hand over her chest as she took a step back from me.
“We were just making conversation with that thing I, unfortunately, call my sister.” Said Daphne with distain, “When that…that…Sinclair beast, attacked us, all crazed.”
My eyes narrowed at her words. While Maria was certainly capable of acting insane, she understood nothing of magic. Unless, of course, she was faking. However, for whatever reason, I didn’t feel that was the case, “How could she attack you,” I began slowly, “Becky doesn’t know any magic.”
Both of their eyebrows shot up at my name slip and it was a moment before either one of them were able to speak.
“Since when are you on a first name basis with that cow?” Asked Pansy in a sickly sweet voice.
I bit my bottom lip nervously, my palms beginning to sweat, “I’m not.” I replied, my voice slightly higher than normal and my movements jerky as I ran a hand through my hair, “Just slipped out tis all.” I finished, anger growing in my voice as I frowned. Disbelief forming on both their faces, “What’s it to the two of you anyway?” I asked irritably, lowering my hand from my hair, to cross both my arms over my chest, “Neither of you are my keeper.” I said harshly. Just as Daphne’s sister, the disowned Astoria Greengrass, caught my eye over their shoulders as she entered the Great Hall. Followed shortly by Maria, who caught my gaze, holding it, while I stared, transfixed.
I barely noticed Daphne and Pansy both, turning around to see who I was staring at so ardently, before looking back to me.
“That cow has you whipped already doesn’t she?” Said Daphne, her voice light and accusing, snapping my gaze to her, away from Maria.
“Oh no, Daphne.” Replied Pansy in my stead, a determined smile forming on her face as she stepped close to me and placed both her hands on my chest, “Draco’s all mine.” She stated, batting her eyelashes furiously at me. I remained stiff under her gaze. No good could come from answering that question, “Aren’t you, Draco?” Pansy asked sweetly, waiting a moment, before leaning in to place a chaste, claiming, kiss on my lips. Smiling up at me for a moment, before quickly turning to link arms with Daphne, giggling, as the pair skipped away towards the Slytherin table. The very side in which Maria had chosen to seat herself.
I let out a slight groan at the sight. Pansy was going to try and harm Maria yet again. Something, for the sake of my family, I could not allow to happen.