Evelyn's POV

I was seriously starting to debate my sanity.

It seemed like every time I was heading in or out of the common room and through the dungeons, I could hear hissing. It was a snake's sound, undoubtedly, but I never found anything when I looked.

I decided to tell Draco, but first I had to go to Herbology, which he wasn't taking that year.

I got there to see none other than Neville talking to Ebony. I felt my blood boil. Whether he'd gotten over me or not, I thought we were still on a civil basis, and everybody knew about Ebony and I disagreeing.

"I-I can't!" I heard Neville shout. Nobody else was in the class, so I hid behind one of the thickest, leafiest plants I could find and listened in.

"Do you understand what'll happen to you if you don't do this for me, Longbottom?" Ebony snapped, "I'll find someone else to, and then you'll be set the same fate as... You know."

"I can't!" Neville cried out again, "Do you understand? I could get expelled!"

"C'mon, it's just a plant," Ebony urged.

If only I could hex her.

"It's just a plant that can make someone hallucinate!" Neville yelled, "It could even kill them, with what I suspect you're planning!"

With that, Professor Sprout entered the room and said, "Why, I didn't know you two were friends! Why don't you pair up for today's activties?"

Later

"I'm telling you, Draco, she's up to no good," I sighed, running my fingers through my hair, "There's something else I need to tell you."

Draco looked a little worried, but nodded for me to go on.

"I... I've been hearing hissing," I started, "Whenever I'm in the halls down here in the dungeons, really. It's a snake, I know it. Yet I can never find it."

"A snake? I can't say I've heard it," Draco replied, "Are you okay, Eve?"

He moved forwards to close his hands around mine, giving me a gentle expression.

"I think so," I told him.

Draco smiled, "Well, you know I'm always here."

"I know," I said, kissing him softly. "I just hope whatever Ebony's planning doesn't have anything to do with me."

Draco frowned for a second, then shook his head as if he were having a battle with himself.

"Draco?" I said, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing... I just remembered, a few years ago, Potter started hearing noises. Don't you remember? He's a Parselmouth."

"I get where you're going, Draco, but I'm a squib. How could I be a Parselmouth?" I pondered.

"I'm not sure," Draco admitted, "Maybe you should ask a Professor."

"Well, I'll have to ask Dumbledore tomorrow," I told him.

I saw him gulp, but I shook it off as his usual nerves. He was shaky lately, abnormally strange. I was worried.

"Sure," he replied, kissing me again, "I'll see you tomorrow, okay? Goodnight."

If only I'd have had a clue where he was going, I could've stopped him.