Chapter 32 – The First Ritual (3)
Only two weeks. That was how much it took for Draco to gather everything. I expected it to be way longer, especially knowing his family's situation. I don't know how he managed it or if he informed his father of anything that we were doing... but my guess would be yes, he did. Well... I can't deal with everything and have to trust that my father can back me up if it comes down to the worst.
"When will it be ready?" Draco asked while we met in the dungeons, calling me to the side as we were heading to our Common Room after dinner.
"If you help me set up, we can start tomorrow. I can go right now-"
"I am in detention..."
Of course, you are. I knew it already, seeing his bandaged right hand where he was covering up the newest markings from Professor Umbridge's punishment. I think the fact that she has been focusing on him so much made Draco gather the ingredients this swiftly. He couldn't wait to get back at her. I brought this up so he would not butt in what I do with the ingredients in the first place.
"When would be good for you? As you guessed, this needs to be done... fresh."
"Saturday."
"Will do..." I answered after a brief consideration, acting as if I was calculating how to do it. "To not be suspicious, I will go first, and Quincy will bring you along later on. You will notice her giving you a signal," I performed a hand gesture to him, "and you just have to follow her then!"
"If you use it ahead of me..." He tried to be intimidating, pushing himself up like some kind of cat, trying to look larger than life.
"I am not you," I answered with a snort, rolling my eyes and departing, but mostly because I barely could hold my smirk back... so it was best to leave.
Arriving into our Common Room, I sat with Quincy as we started whispering, ensuring nobody was listening to our discourse. Thanks to the news slipping from Walburga, Quincy's grandmother's mouth, it was already known amongst the prominent families that she would marry into our family, even with the caveat that her firstborn son would wear the name, Black. Well... that is still far away in the future, anyway. Still, that did not stop the fact that many looked at me as if I was a lunatic, that I was going along with it so willy-nilly. Even enjoying it. Heh... so what? I think I would enjoy her company for a long time... maybe... Maybe I did fall in love... and if this is how it feels? Making me giddy inside and relishing even the most mundane tasks with her... Happy for being with her even if we do nothing? Then this is the best thing in the world!