alright, new fanfiction! woooooooooooooooo! okay, so just one little authors note.
Author's Note: Draco's two personalities are based on my ex-boyfriend (who is still one of my VERY best friends) who has two personalities: Douchebag and Sweetheart. Draco's will most likely be more extreme than that, so just bear with me. If it seems really extreme, please just remember that it is for STORY PURPOSES ONLY. so, read and review. (: thanks everyone!
and yes, the title of this story IS from the Journey song Separate Ways (Worlds Apart).
I walked into the castle a few minutes late. I knew that the welcome-back feast would have started already and I almost didn't go into the Great Hall. I finally decided to go in and I tried to quietly find a place at the Slytherin Table with my housemates, but damn Goyle noticed me. "Why are you late?" he asked.
"Why is it any of your business?" I asked, leaning over him to grab one of the platters. I slid a few of the pastries onto my plate and sent the rest the other way down the table. "Maybe I had to take a piss." I usually talked like this, I was sometimes seen as 'one of the guys' since I'd started hanging out with the boys 4th year.
I was actually waiting for Draco to say something, but Pansy was around again. Ughh, I hated Pansy so much. She's always trying to get into Draco's pants. Everyone but here can clearly see that he's not interested in her and yet she keeps coming to him and trying to convince him that they should go out on a date. "Whatever, Pansy." I heard Draco sigh. He looked at me and made a gesture like a gun with his hand next to his head and pretended to shot himself. I laughed at this and Pansy looked at me.
"Excuse me," she said, "I'm trying to have a conversation here."
"Hey, why not try actually being interesting instead of a prostitute." I responded, getting laughs from the guys and a high five from Crabbe. "For real though, Pansy; Try to actually wear clothes. Thanks."
She looked like someone had just punched her in the face. Her mouth was agape and there were tears forming in her eyes. Alright, I could be a little mean, but what do you expect? I'm a Slytherin for God's sake. AND in Draco's group. Give me a break, will ya?
She got up from our end of the table and walked to the other end where her friends were sitting. Whatever, it's not like any of us actually cared. "D, what are the plans for today?" I asked after I was sure Pansy wasn't staring at us anymore.
"I don't know, Noel. What is there to even do anymore?" he asked, looking around the Hall. "We've pretty much done everything but burn this place down."
"I know. But we have to do something. We can't have people think that we're getting soft or anything." I responded when Harry Potter and his 'followers' looked at us. "Can I help you, Potter?" I screamed across the Hall.
"Oh, um, no." he stuttered as he quickly looked down at his plate.
"Jesus, you can't even talk in here anymore." Draco said, reverting back into his 'Bastard' mode. This was the Draco that everyone saw. The other one, 'Kindhearted' Draco as I liked to call him was the one that only I saw. I was the only one he trusted enough to show that side of him. And that was the side of him I was in love with.
Yeah, I know it's weird. And I don't mean the multiple personality thing, the being in love with one of your best friends' personalities. It's not something that you can just admit, especially to people who don't understand. This is the only challenging thing about being so close to him. I'm falling in love with both of his personalities, and he can never know. He's much too good a friend for me to ruin everything because I love him. Only I and my diary know my true feelings for him.
"Noel, hey. Are you listening?" Draco asked, snapping his fingers in my face. "I was just listing off stuff we could do."
"Sorry, I was just thinking about something." I answered smoothly. "What were you saying?"
"I was saying I think you and I should get drunk tonight." He said. "I kind of need to talk, but I'm not sure if I can do it while I'm sober. Or even if I'm drunk. And bring your muggle cigarettes or whatever they're called. Meet me in our spot at midnight." Kindhearted Draco was back, his eyes sparkling again.
"Alright, I'll see you after class then. Don't be too douchey." I said, punching his shoulder.
"See you." He responded. I got up from the table and walked to the dungeons. I was one of the only students who had a night class this year, which wasn't really surprising. Hermione Granger was the only other one, but she helped Madam Pince in the library while I got to have private Animagus lessons with Professor McGonagall. It's an awesome class. I'm the only student advanced enough in Transfiguration to be eligible to become an Animagus.
"Miss Winchester, how do you do?" Professor McGonagall greeted me at her classroom door. Her hair let loose of its tight bun for once.
"Well, thank you Professor. How do you do?" I asked, being as polite as possible since Minerva was my favorite professor. And besides, how can you NOT be polite around her?
"I am well, thank you." She answered. "Shall we get started?"
"Of course." I said, getting out my wand, some parchment, and a quill. "I don't have a book yet; they had to order one for me since they were out of stock."
"That's fine; I can give you some basic notes on Animagi and the procedure that is taken to become one." She answered, getting out her book and setting it open to a page in front of me. "Becoming an Animagus is one of the most difficult things for a witch or wizard to complete. Transforming your body into that of an animal's takes practice, dedication, and lots of studying.
"Yes, I know Professor." I said, writing it down at the top of my parchment anyway. "I've wanted to be an Animagus since I was a young child and saw you change into a cat." She smiled at me and then began to give me basic rules and things for being one.
"Do you know yet what animal you would like to take the form of?" she asked a few minutes later.
"Not yet Professor. I can't decide between being a black Border collie or a Yorkshire terrier."
"Both of those are good, but you'll have to decide by the next lesson so that we can began to look at the ways it can be done."
"I will professor." I answered. I looked at the clock and saw that is was a quarter to midnight.
"Oh my dear!" Professor McGonagall said, looking at the clock as well. "You may leave. I expect you have a class early in the morning this year, so make sure you get plenty of sleep. Good night Noel."
"Good night Professor McGonagall." I said, exiting her classroom. I would have to remember to ask Draco what his favorite dog was. I ran to the dungeons and straight into Professor Snape.
"Noel, what are you doing out this late?" he asked as I stood up straight.
"I'm sorry Professor Snape; Professor McGonagall's lesson ran over, we didn't realize it was so late. And, I have to meet Draco in a few minutes." I said.
"Well, make sure you're both back here before 2 when Filtch checks the halls. We don't need any intoxicated Malfoy's running around the hallway and running into Filtch."
"Yes sir." I said. Snape knew everything Draco and I did. He was our protector; he looked out for us. Ever since my mom died, Severus kind of took care of me. He was my god father.