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Sure I am a Gryffendor; sure my brother is best friends with the boy who lived. And sure I had a crush on him in my first year. But, does that stop me from wandering in my favourite part of the school every night? No. Does it stop me from stalking the silent, dark, cold dungeons after hours just because I can? No, it does not. One would think I would be afraid of the Slytherins that have made their nest down here in these dark stone corridors. But I am not that meek child every one thinks I am. It is a wonderful way to keep people out of your hair. They think that you would never do anything bad. You can simply say, 'I am going to the Library to study, I'll be back late,' and they will believe every word that escapes your supposedly sweet innocent mouth. No one, not even the boy who lived, would believe that when I have one of those aching needs for solitary silence, I would retreat into the lands of the enemy.
I have bumped into Slytherin's before; at first they would taunt me and try to scare me. But it never worked; soon they gave up and tolerated my presence. Some even nod their acknowledgment as I walk by. But tonight, the halls are empty. The only sound is my shoes padding gently on the stone floor. My mind is for once not buzzing with thoughts that I would rather not think about, it is silent, almost as if it is unconscious. This is the reason I stalk these halls so often. This is the only place where my mind can become this calm, the only time I have completely to myself.
I hear the sound of feet, not my feet, for they sounded slightly heavier, but it was someone walking, none the less. I turn the corner and I see the boy walking slowly as I am, his grey eyes cast downwards, they seemed glazed over, deep in thought. It was none other than Draco Malfoy. Of all the Slytherins I had met in these tunnels, I had yet to stumble across the prince of darkness. And here he was, in the flesh. I studied him as he walked. He wore the standard school robes, with shiny leather black shoes, his body looked tired, and his expression troubled. His blond hair was slicked back as usual, but it seemed to have less shine then it had every day in the dining hall.
Soon I caught up to him. I said not a word, I did not touch him, nor look at him, I simply walked beside him. He looked so sad, and lonely, like he had never had a friend before. I say I am not the meek, perfect child every one thought I was, but I do have real friends. But this boy was alone. He had no one, no one but a cold cruel father, two dim minded bodyguards and a pug that constantly hung off his arm. He was alone. Well, at this moment he wasn't, he had me. Not much, but it was a small victory.
We walked side by side for what seemed like forever, never saying a word, never looking at each other. Just in silence. Until finally, we found our selves at the exit, I had to return to my dorm, the sun would be rising soon, and my brother would be wondering where I was. I turned to leave with out a word, but he caught my arm. And I thought he hadn't noticed me, how stupid of me.
I turned around and looked into his sad eyes. His hand was cold and seemed to have no life in it, but I squeezed it comfortingly just the same.
"Thank you," he said.
I smiled at him, "No one deserves to be alone, and now you are not," I said to him. He had the smallest smile I had ever seen on his face.
"No, I am not alone any more," he whispered, and then he let go of my hand and walked off. I stared after him for a while before I returned to the Gryffendor common room.
"No Draco, you are not alone any more." I said to myself quietly. "Not any more,"
Sure I am a Gryffendor; sure my brother is best friends with the boy who lived. And sure I had a crush on him in my first year. But, does that stop me from wandering in my favourite part of the school every night? No. Does it stop me from stalking the silent, dark, cold dungeons after hours just because I can? No, it does not. One would think I would be afraid of the Slytherins that have made their nest down here in these dark stone corridors. But I am not that meek child every one thinks I am. It is a wonderful way to keep people out of your hair. They think that you would never do anything bad. You can simply say, 'I am going to the Library to study, I'll be back late,' and they will believe every word that escapes your supposedly sweet innocent mouth. No one, not even the boy who lived, would believe that when I have one of those aching needs for solitary silence, I would retreat into the lands of the enemy.
I have bumped into Slytherin's before; at first they would taunt me and try to scare me. But it never worked; soon they gave up and tolerated my presence. Some even nod their acknowledgment as I walk by. But tonight, the halls are empty. The only sound is my shoes padding gently on the stone floor. My mind is for once not buzzing with thoughts that I would rather not think about, it is silent, almost as if it is unconscious. This is the reason I stalk these halls so often. This is the only place where my mind can become this calm, the only time I have completely to myself.
I hear the sound of feet, not my feet, for they sounded slightly heavier, but it was someone walking, none the less. I turn the corner and I see the boy walking slowly as I am, his grey eyes cast downwards, they seemed glazed over, deep in thought. It was none other than Draco Malfoy. Of all the Slytherins I had met in these tunnels, I had yet to stumble across the prince of darkness. And here he was, in the flesh. I studied him as he walked. He wore the standard school robes, with shiny leather black shoes, his body looked tired, and his expression troubled. His blond hair was slicked back as usual, but it seemed to have less shine then it had every day in the dining hall.
Soon I caught up to him. I said not a word, I did not touch him, nor look at him, I simply walked beside him. He looked so sad, and lonely, like he had never had a friend before. I say I am not the meek, perfect child every one thought I was, but I do have real friends. But this boy was alone. He had no one, no one but a cold cruel father, two dim minded bodyguards and a pug that constantly hung off his arm. He was alone. Well, at this moment he wasn't, he had me. Not much, but it was a small victory.
We walked side by side for what seemed like forever, never saying a word, never looking at each other. Just in silence. Until finally, we found our selves at the exit, I had to return to my dorm, the sun would be rising soon, and my brother would be wondering where I was. I turned to leave with out a word, but he caught my arm. And I thought he hadn't noticed me, how stupid of me.
I turned around and looked into his sad eyes. His hand was cold and seemed to have no life in it, but I squeezed it comfortingly just the same.
"Thank you," he said.
I smiled at him, "No one deserves to be alone, and now you are not," I said to him. He had the smallest smile I had ever seen on his face.
"No, I am not alone any more," he whispered, and then he let go of my hand and walked off. I stared after him for a while before I returned to the Gryffendor common room.
"No Draco, you are not alone any more." I said to myself quietly. "Not any more,"