Plotting Requires Hexes
Harriet was throwing various hexes at a training dummy she had found in the basement along with some old magic books. The room smelt slightly charred with a hint of iron and electricity. She was worried okay? The excess use of power was because of stress.
Amina and Elizabeth were sleuthing their way into their parents good graces this summer and, hopefully, Tom Riddle's. Not an easy task for two people who had vowed never to use "dark" magic. Pansy had broken that vow and look what had happened!
She blasted another confrigo at the dummy.
Then there was the situation with Ronald Weasley. Harriet genuinely believed that he wanted to do the right thing. The problem was, he hadn't exactly been useful in the information department. Maybe he didn't know much or maybe there was a loyalty curse on him. Either way, not ideal. They needed to change that.
Was plotting murder a bit too much or just the right amount of crazy? It needed to be an effective plan against all of Dumbledore's forces. Preferably against Tom's forces as well but beggars couldn't be choosers now, could they?
"This place reeks of negativity and a stress breakout waiting to happen." Draco commented dryly, dodging a hex that had bounced off of a wall. "You need a spa day. I think Pansy has a coupon."
"Not my problem right now!" Harriet said.
"It might be." Draco rolled his eyes. "You know Charlie is coming to visit right?"
Harriet stuttered over her next hex and froze. "What?"
"Yup."
"No, what's that supposed to mean?"
"That none of us buy into that shitty thing you and Seamus call a relationship."
Harriet glared. "It's a relationship."
"Don't frown you'll get wrinkles." Draco sighed. "I don't know who the guy thinks he is fooling. He's obviously gay."
"What?"
"You didn't know?"
"What?"
"For someone disgustingly perceptive, you have a shit gaydar."
Harriet sighed. "So, if he's gay-"
"And you can't tell your feelings apart." Draco added. "And there's way too much going on in your head. Not to mention you spend too much time researching things instead of paying attention to social cues. And you need to shower."
"Draco!"
"I'm not saying you smell, I'm just saying that if you weren't my friend I wouldn't let you near my carpet."
"Merlins ass, you suck."
"No offense to Merlin, but he isn't my type. That aside, we have a huge problem."
Harriet blew up the training dummy.
"Understandable." The blond sighed. "Dolores Umbridge is coming to Hogwarts."
Harriet spun to face him. "Who the fuck-"
"Works for the ministry, total sadist, likes pink and kittens. She'll be overseeing the situation of the school next year."
"She sounds fun," Harriet said in a tone that implied that she was at the end of her rope. That rope had had way too many extensions as well.
"Cookie?" Draco offered holding up a package.
His friend immediately brightened. "Murder plot as well?"
He smirked. "Why not? Who are we killing?"
"My feelings."
"Needs to be stab-able."
"Me?"
"Nope. That I refuse to do. You'd definitely haunt me. I'm too pretty to be insane."
"Pansy? For second year?"
"You really don't forget, do you? But okay." Draco paused. "Have you plotted my murder?"
"Occasionally."
"Were you hungry during a study session?"
"Perhaps."
"I'll let it slide."
"I think you're obligated to, as a friend and accomplice."
"Meh. I guess."
"You just said 'meh'!" Harriet cheered.
"No, that was- I was clearing my throat." Draco said pointedly.
"Nope! That was a meh! I finally succeeded in overthrowing your pretentious vocabulary!"
"You did no such thing." He turned up his nose. "That's preposterous."
"Totally did!"
"I thought we were killing Pansy!" He cried.
"Fine! But this isn't over!" Harriet paused. "And I do not have a crush on Charlie."
Draco hummed. "Sure."
"You're projecting the George situation."
"Sure."
Harriet sighed. Draco grinned like the cheshire cat.
"I'm right. Deal with it."
"I. Will. Hex. You."
"Eat your biscuit and plot your murder while I tell you about your feelings okay? You can keep ignoring my advice later on. It would seriously take hitting you over the head to get you to see reason."
Harriet shoved a cookie into her mouth. "'Kay."
"Excellent."
"I still don't have a crush. Not on Charlie anyway."
Draco gave a long-suffering sigh.