"Did you figure out what the hell that was?" Ron whispered, his eyes darting around before settling in front of him.
"I did," Neville said, sliding a book towards him and Harry.
Ron and Harry leaned in as Neville pointed at a page. "It was a three-headed dog."
"We know it had three heads we saw it yesterday," Ron muttered.
Harry flipped through the pages, frowning. "There's only a name and a picture. The next page is torn everything else is missing." He closed the book with a sigh.
"But why the hell is it even in the school?" Ron asked, frustration into his voice.
"I think I saw a trapdoor beneath it," Neville said, making the other two snap their heads towards him.
"A trapdoor?" Harry repeated, mind racing. "Then... was it guarding something?"
Ron groaned. "Wish someone could just tell us more about that thing."
Harry's eyes lit up. "Someone can, let's go to Hagrid." He pushed back his chair, already moving.
Neville and Ron exchanged glances before hurrying after him.
As they reached the door, they slowed. Theondar and Blaise were coming.
For a moment, both groups simply stared at each other before silently moving past.
Harry didn't turn back, but behind them, the two Slytherins headed straight towards Draco, who was calmly reading a book.
"What are you doing?" Blaise asked as he dropped into the seat first.
"Watching the plot unfold," Draco muttered, not bothering to look up from his book.
"What?" Theodore frowned, glancing at Blaise, who looked just as confused.
"Nothing." Draco shut his book with a quiet snap. "So? What happened? You didn't come here to study, did you?"
"Oh yeah, your idea worked," Theondar said.
"First-years can try out for Quidditch now!" Blaise added, clearly pleased.
"Good. So, are you going for it?" Draco asked.
"I'll give it a shot," Blaise said with a smirk.
"I'll wait till next year," Theondar shrugged. "Not really in the mood now."
"I'm practising to become the leader only half a month left," Theondar said, stretching his arms.
"Oh yeah, I completely forgot about that," Blaise admitted.
He turned to Draco. "What about you? How're you preparing?"
Draco leaned back slightly, eyes unreadable. "Let's see what happens." He still hadn't decided if he wanted to participate.
Blaise's gaze flicked toward the entrance. "By the way, what was the Saviour doing here?"
"Yeah," Theondar added. "Don't think I've ever seen them in the library before."
Draco shrugged. "Dunno. But it looks like they found what they were after."
"Maybe they came to look up Quidditch tricks," Blaise suggested, his eyes lighting up with realisation.
Draco hummed. "Possibly."
A thought struck him, and he glanced at Theondar. "By the way, when Neville flew off by mistake was he on his broom at the time?"
Theondar frowned. "No. No one was."
"And the professor arrived just after Potter saved him, right?"
"Yeah. Why?" Blaise asked, watching Draco closely.
"Why did she leave?"
"I think the Headmaster called her," Theondar said. "But why are you asking?"
Draco tapped his fingers against the table, gaze unfocused.
"Nothing. Just thinking about the Saviour's bravery."
Blaise huffed. "Right. Anyway, have you done Professor Snape's homework?"
"No," Theondar muttered.
He turned to Draco. "You?"
Draco nodded and slid his notebook across the table. "Yeah. Here."
"You should do it now," he added as Blaise took the notebook.
"Yeah, yeah. Thanks." Blaise stood up, stretching.
Theondar followed, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts.
His fingers drummed against the table as his mind ticking over.
A broom malfunction.
A professor conveniently missing.
A student , Potter's mate having an accident.
The teacher arriving only after the dust had settled.
And then, just like that, Potter was picked for the team.
What luck.
Or…
Draco's eyes flicked towards the door where Potter and his lot had disappeared.
They'd already gone to the fourth floor.
The story was still moving the way it was meant to just with a few differences.
No Hermione. Neville instead.
Draco exhaled through his nose. He couldn't be everywhere at once, couldn't keep his eyes on everything.
He needed something.
The Marauder's Map.
It should still be with the Weasley twins.
And he couldn't nick it from them. Not yet, anyway.
But he could…
A slow smirk curled at his lips.
"Yeah… that could work."
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