Chapter 2 Someone to talk to – takes place in HBP – Book 6
She was skipping trough the hallways, looking for her shoes when she heard multiple sobs come from behind a door. Intuition took over when she soundless took a few steps closer to the door, though her footsteps made no sound, her Butterbeer-cork necklace softly swept from side to side. Her small hand covered the doorknob and she opened it, not thinking about the consequences. When she entered the abandoned classroom her big blue eyes spotted a blond-haired person sitting in a corner, his face buried in his knees. Without further questioning she knew who the person was.
"Hello," she said in a soft, dreamy voice, and she did a few steps closer. His head shot up when she suddenly spoke, he hadn't heard her enter.
"Go away!" he spat, but she didn't move an inch.
"What's wrong?" she asked, ignoring the fact he told her to go away, she wasn't going to give up that easily.
"Go away!" he hissed again, but this time with an definite pain in his voice. She just took another few steps closer.
"You don't really want me to go away, I can tell. You're just scared," she softly spoke.
"You know nothing about me," he said, looking everywhere but at her.
"I know more than you think," she almost sung, and she took the last few steps closer and sat down in front of him, hugging her knees to her chest, so there knees just a few inches apart. After a few silent minutes he spoke again.
"Why are you still here?" he asked her, his eyes finally landed on her face.
"Because you don't want me to leave," she said simply, her voice dreamy as always.
"I think I said that I wanted you to go away," he said fiercely.
"Oh, but you didn't mean that," she mentioned as if it was obvious, "you just don't want anyone to find out that even Draco Malfoy sometimes needs someone to talk with."
"That's not true!" he scoffed, but she remained deathly calm.
"It is, and you know that. You don't have to talk if you don't want to, I will just sit here," she said.
"Or you can just go away," he scoffed, but his eyes where still glued to hers.
"No," was all she said, and she didn't spoke again. She remained quiet when he called her Loony, she didn't answer his question why she wasn't wearing shoes, she didn't say a word when he broke down and tears were rolling down his face, she just sat there. He didn't told her what was wrong, but he didn't had to. When he calmed down, he stood up, offered her his hand and hauled her to her feet. When she stood, he immediately let go of her hand. She still remained silent, and this time he also didn't say a word. He quickly walked to the door, leaving her behind, he didn't look back once. She didn't move for a minute, and then she slowly walked towards the door, stepped outside and closed it behind her, leaving what happened inside behind the closed door.