Chapter 17: Part Two
Draco caught up with Harry just where the corridors divided and led to each common room. Running up behind him and clamping a hand over his mouth he dragged him towards the Slytherin Dungeon, there no one would stop him.
He threw him on the beautifully made rug that was one of the many gifts his father had given the Slytherins and began punching Harry. First the stomach then the face, venting all the anger that had pent up since the woman he loved had been savagely attacked. "You watch your back POTTAH! NEVER turn your back to me! DO YOU UNDERSTAND? I MEAN IT! NEVER TURN YOUR BACK ON ME AGAIN...YOU ARE MINE!" Draco was shocked for a moment at the vicious sound of his own words.
Potter had his arms up across his face and his knees in his chest, not even daring to try and fight back against such a furious onslaught. Then suddenly he felt the blows stop and he looked out from under his arm. There was another Slytherin there, a girl and she was holding Draco off of him.
Sestine had come back from the Quidditch match in a hurry, she had seen the look on Draco�s face and was worried about what he might do. It had turned out that she was right as she entered the common room to the sounds of Draco�s tirade. Moving quickly she caught him and pulled him up off of Harry. He struggled against her and swore hellishly, the adrenaline flowing faster than blood through his veins. "Stop it. Stop it, Snape is coming!!" She shouted in his ear.
The threat of the Head of House slowed his pumping heart and Snape entered the room. He saw Potter and the looked to Sestine who still held Draco back.
"Potter, get out now." Harry crawled out of the room and Snape turned to the two Slytherins, "Explain yourself Draco." He commanded. Draco tried to speak but there was nothing he could say that would come close to reasoning what he did to Snape, so he closed his mouth and avoided his House Masters eyes.
Snape shook his head, the thoughts that were racing would not let him concentrate on the here and now, he sighed, "I�ll deal with you later". He turned and marched out back to his Quarters. His head was positively spinning, as if he were dizzy, sick, there was a deepening feeling in his gut that something terrible had happened but he had no idea what. Could he have really dropped that package? His heart thudded, dull in his chest as he fought back a wave of nausea...maybe he had dropped it elsewhere.... he certainly hoped so...if she found out.... if SHE KNEW...oh Gods NO! He had been so careful up until now...SO CAREFUL! With a nasty feeling creeping over him with every step he slipped into his quarters, only to sit at his desk, head in hand, hoping and praying he had not made a fool of himself.
At eight that evening still sore Ivy and a silent Osanna made there way out to the Oak tree. Ivy insisted on carrying her cane in her right hand and Osanna was too deep in thought to object. At eight exactly they both put their fingers on the portkey and felt the familiar tug on their bodies.
"Here we go" Ivy muttered, to no one in particular.