Fan Fiction ❯ The Tangled Skein of Fate ❯ Churning Fate ( Chapter 2 )

I don't care who you are. I don't care where you are. I don't care what you like or hate or feel or want.

Pity Harry and Draco.

They're going to deserve it.

Maybe not Draco.

All right, pity Harry.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Poor Harry.

It was bad enough Snape was the only Potions teacher. He still had Malfoy in his class. The way things were going, it seemed like a very long year. Like now. He couldn't even get this simple Pepper-up Potion right. This was his second attempt and Snape had decided not to let him leave until he got it right.

"One would think, Potter, that as often as you've had to use this, you'd know from instinct how to make it."

Harry wanted to rage at the Potions Master. He wanted to yell and make him see what exactly the cutting remarks were doing to him. But he didn't. He held it in and hoped to shrug it off like water on a duck's back.

Meanwhile…

Poor Draco.

Always surrounded by idiots. At the moment, he and Blaise Zabini, his on-again-off-again beau, were holding hands as they sat on the couch in the common room of the Slytherin dorms. Crabbe and Goyle, certainly not known for their intellect, were arguing about who was the more "studly". Of course, neither was known for their good looks either.

"I am. Girls drool over me."

Blaise arched a brow at Draco, smirking. The blonde rolled his eyes in response.

"Oh yeah? I've shagged more times this week than you have in your entire life!"

"Oh, come off it, boys!" Pansy looked up from her hushed conversation with another Slytherin girl. "Everyone knows you're both virgins."

The large males blushed and stammered, angry and embarrassed, as the Slytherins gathered roared with laughter.

~*~*~*

It wasn't something necessarily audible. It was more like the night had gasped.

Harry looked up from his potion, frowning.

Draco glanced around, eyebrows furrowing.

A tingling, pins-and-needles sensation, like a limb that fell asleep, raced up their fingertips and toes, into their hands and feet. It continued its way into their arms and legs, before rushing into their heads and meeting in the center of their torsos. Simulatiously, blackness formed over their eyes like so much cloth.

~*~*~*~

Creirwy grinned as she looked at her sisters. In her left hand, she held the spindle. Threads were twined around the fingers of her right hand, glittering and brilliant in the dim candlelight.

"Oh, great. We're going to be in so much trouble," Bellona muttered.

"No kidding. Might as well be in for a pound as well as a penny." Lamia grinned wickedly.

Mielikki stepped forward, adding four new strings to the spindle. "Well then, let's go play ourselves, hmm?"

Creirwy wound up the spindle and replaced it into her basket.

"Righty-o. Let's go."