A Bad Omen

-Your POV-

Divination class was…interesting to say the least. Professor Trelawney was eccentric and intense but also quiet, her face always filled with a hint of fear.

Draco hadn't wasted any time to show Y/N how little he thought of the subject and although she agreed that reading the future depended on the yolk of an egg wasn't very reliable, it was still kind of fun. 

Today they took on the topic of Palmistry, which was quite complex. Professor Trelawney had been going over the process and Y/N used the Self-Writing Quill which Draco had gifted her.

It wrote down every word neatly, even the enumerations. Since she didn't have to write all the time, Y/N found herself listening to the teachers more attentively which made understanding the topics so much easier.

"And now you get the chance to try it out yourself." Professor Trelawney smiled excitedly, like her students couldn't wait to start. In reality, hardly anyone cared.

"Take your partner's hand and see what you can find!"

Y/N turned to Draco. "Give me your hand."

"What?" He didn't seem thrilled.

"Come on, let me read you the future!"

The boy rolled his bedroom eyes but then scooted closer and held out his hand. 

Y/N took it and looked at the book.

"Alright, first I'll look at your life, heart and head lines."

She examined Draco's hand and then traced the life line.

His skin was soft and warm and the butterfly in her stomach started flapping its wings.

"So? What does it say? Will I die tomorrow?"

"Not quite. I'd say the line is short and pretty faint." She checked the book. "Short means that you can easily overcome physical problems, so that's good. Short and faint indicates that other people can easily influence and control you."

"Rubbish."

She shrugged. "That's what it says. Now your Heart Line…"

She traced the crease.

The hand.

His hands.

The hands she wanted to feel all over her body. So bad. If he knew how she felt, would he-

"I can't believe I chose this subject. This is an even bigger waste of time than Muggle Studies."

Y/N bit her lip and tried to shake off the feelings. "I think this is what they mean by chained line."

"And?"

She read over what the book said, knowing Draco wouldn't like hearing it. 

"It says, a chained heart line indicates an individual who is easily hurt, has feelings of unhappiness or indecisiveness. It can also represent a time of depression in your life."

Draco sighed, his eyes wandered to the windows.

"What?" Y/N asked.

"Nothing. I'm just thinking of all the things I could be doing instead of sitting here and having you tell me that I've got depression based on a line on my hand."

He was obviously over it so Y/N tried to rail him back in. "Maybe this is rather an outlook on the future than your current state? Maybe you'll face some challenge soon that will leave you…indecisive and depressed." Okay, that didn't help.

Draco snorted and pulled back his hand. 

"My turn. Give me yours."

"But I wasn't done ye-"

Draco grabbed her hand.

"Let's check your head line and see if you might have a tumor or something."

Y/N didn't know whether to laugh or point out that his joke was offensive.

"Your head line is long which means that you're smart and have got a good memory." Y/N would have almost snorted amused but held back. "It is curved so you're creative and romantic and trust your intuition. And then there is this downward branch."

"Which means that everything will go downhill?" Y/N joked.

Draco looked up from the book. "Yes, basically. It indicates a future event where you'll experience sorrow and distress. So congrats, soon we'll both be depressed, contemplating death."

"At least it's not a tumor. Anything else?"

"There's a marking, looks like a cross."

"A cross? But-"

"Let me see!" Professor Trelawney had suddenly appeared behind them. She kneeled down and took Y/N's hand to examine the cross.

"A cross," she whispered, "can be both a good and bad sign depending on where it is located. If it appears in the right spot, a cross indicates positive changes."

"So my life will become better?"

The professor shook her head. "Oh, no, no, darling. Your cross is not in a good spot at all."

Behind her, Draco rolled his eyes.

Professor Trelawney leaned closer, her eyes widened.

"Enemies are chasing you. They want to cause you harm. A lot of harm."

"What do you me-"

"Maybe I should read you the Tarot sometime."

"Maybe," Y/N mumbled and pulled back her hand.

The teacher got up and stared at the girl for another second. Then she walked away.

"What was that?" Y/N whispered to Draco. "What harm?"

He huffed. "Trelawney predicts the death of a student every year. It's like a fucked up tradition to her. Just ignore it, so far she has always been wrong."

"Okay."

But Y/N wasn't sure if she could follow his advice so easily. 

'Enemies are chasing you.' 

What enemies?