!$!$! I'm so sorry guys! (especially, psyco dragon lover) if I haven't updated fast enough. I'm so sorry, but between the other stories, reading stories, doing chores, summer homework for the stupid honors classes, and trying to maintain friendships (lol!) I'm moving a little slow on this story! Well... here goes nothing...
-&- Amber's P.O.V. -&-
She sat in an empty classroom with Dr. Schmidt. He had been asking her simple questions for a half hour, which she didn't answer.
"So, Amber, what do you think about your father?" he asked, trying to get somewhere. She looked up. Finally he wasn't asking stupid questions that had nothing to do with the reason she was there.
"He's a very respectable man. I love him very much." she answered sternly.
"And your mother?"
"If she wasn't so naive then perhaps she'd be worth my time."
"She is your mother, you should respect her."
"Can we change the subject?"
After a few minutes of arguing he finally moved on.
"What do you think of this boy....Draco Malfoy I believe his name is?"
"He's an annoying, arrogant, nosy bastard who needs to stay away from me!"
"Ah, we're getting somewhere. Now, let's get rid of the nasty language and we can continue."
After another hour of Amber ignoring Dr. Schmidt's questions he finally told her that she could leave for that night. She would have to see him again in three days. She definitely wasn't looking forward to that. She sighed and made her way back to the dungeon common room.
"Psst....Amber!" she heard someone whisper. Thinking that it was just peeves, she continued down the corridor. "Amber! Stop walking away from me." That time the voice was a little louder, she could tell it was Draco.
"What do you want!" she said turning around and walking towards his voice.
"I want to show you something." he said smirking and standing up from behind a statue when she found him. "What does this loser want?!" she thought with a sigh as he grabbed her hand and pulled her off through the castle.
The reached a classroom. Draco whispered a spell and opened the door. Amber followed him. The floor was made of grass, there were trees spread across the room, and the ceiling was prettier than the one in the Great Hall. "What is this place?" she whispered, actually amazed by it.
"Some prick ex-teacher centaur's room. He's in the hospital wing with a broken leg right now, so I thought we could come here and enjoy some peace and quiet. I know it must not be fun going to that shrink, and I know you hate me... I just wanted to make things better for you." Draco said.
He found a nice patch of grass in the middle of the room and laid down, with his hands behind his head acting like a pillow.
"I don't need a truce with you, Malfoy." Amber spat.
"I know you don't, but I do. Just give me a chance." he said looking up at her.
She thought about it for awhile, and figured it wouldn't hurt to just stay for a few minutes. She sat on the ground next to him and leaned against a tree. "Is it fake?" she asked.
"Is what fake?" he asked, kind of startled. He hadn't noticed she was next to him.
"The sky. It's too beautiful to be true."
"It's just a spell, like the Great Hall, but more dramatized."
"Brilliant..."
"Are all beautiful things too good to be true?"
"Why would you ask that?" she asked angrily, standing up and walking further away from him.
"Geez, I was just asking your opinion. I'm not your enemy, Amber. I'm not Potter, I'm not your mother. I'm on the Dark Lord's side. My father is a Death Eater, like yours. Why do you hate me?" he stood up and walked towards her.
"I hate everyone... besides my father and the Dark Lord."
"Why can't we be friends?"
"I don't have friends. I never have and I never will. Friends only stab you in the back. Friends are not reliable. Voldemort is reliable, he is my friend. I trust him, no one else."
"Not even your father?"
"Less then the Dark Lord, but I guess I can trust him. I still barely know him yet..."
"And you barely know me. Why can't you give me a chance? I can prove myself. You're so depressed. Even I am able to be happy. You don't have to be depressed to be evil."
"I'm not depressed!"
"Then what about your notebook?"
"Those are personal thoughts that you should not have been reading in the first place!"
"How else do you expect me to figure you out?"
"Why not ask me?!"
"Because you just yell at me or ignore me!"
"You would have done the same thing!"
"No, I know how to respect my own kind!"
"Your own kind?"
"You are a Slytherin, a pure blood, and the child of a Death Eater. We are alike weather you like it or not, and you had better get used to me now."
"Are you bossing me around now?!"
"Possibly..." he smirked.
"No one tells me what to do!"
"Not even Voldemort himself?"
"I'm not a Death Eater yet. He has no control over me. And you most certainly do not!"
She walked back to the middle of the room and sat against the tree again. Draco walked over to her and sat in front of her, facing her. "Amber, I'm not trying to control you. I want to be your friend. We have a lot in common. You're evil... you're interesting... " he said before falling backwards and looking up at the stars. He sighed and waited for Amber to talk.
"Malfoy, I suppose that if you are that extremely desperate for a new friend, that you can consider me one. However, nothing is going to change. I will still be a bitch if I choose to be. I will do what I want, when I want to, and you will have no say in it. We will never be more than friends, so please, stop with the googly eyes!"
-&- Draco's P.O.V. -&-
Googly eyes? What was she talking about. Draco blinked a few times and sat back up. "I don't fancy you, don't worry about it." he held in a smile. Friendship was the first step to something more. Now that he would have a actual reason to talk to her, he could start finding more out about her and working his Malfoy charm on the raven haired beauty. She would be his in no time...
-&- Amber's P.O.V. -&-
She sat in an empty classroom with Dr. Schmidt. He had been asking her simple questions for a half hour, which she didn't answer.
"So, Amber, what do you think about your father?" he asked, trying to get somewhere. She looked up. Finally he wasn't asking stupid questions that had nothing to do with the reason she was there.
"He's a very respectable man. I love him very much." she answered sternly.
"And your mother?"
"If she wasn't so naive then perhaps she'd be worth my time."
"She is your mother, you should respect her."
"Can we change the subject?"
After a few minutes of arguing he finally moved on.
"What do you think of this boy....Draco Malfoy I believe his name is?"
"He's an annoying, arrogant, nosy bastard who needs to stay away from me!"
"Ah, we're getting somewhere. Now, let's get rid of the nasty language and we can continue."
After another hour of Amber ignoring Dr. Schmidt's questions he finally told her that she could leave for that night. She would have to see him again in three days. She definitely wasn't looking forward to that. She sighed and made her way back to the dungeon common room.
"Psst....Amber!" she heard someone whisper. Thinking that it was just peeves, she continued down the corridor. "Amber! Stop walking away from me." That time the voice was a little louder, she could tell it was Draco.
"What do you want!" she said turning around and walking towards his voice.
"I want to show you something." he said smirking and standing up from behind a statue when she found him. "What does this loser want?!" she thought with a sigh as he grabbed her hand and pulled her off through the castle.
The reached a classroom. Draco whispered a spell and opened the door. Amber followed him. The floor was made of grass, there were trees spread across the room, and the ceiling was prettier than the one in the Great Hall. "What is this place?" she whispered, actually amazed by it.
"Some prick ex-teacher centaur's room. He's in the hospital wing with a broken leg right now, so I thought we could come here and enjoy some peace and quiet. I know it must not be fun going to that shrink, and I know you hate me... I just wanted to make things better for you." Draco said.
He found a nice patch of grass in the middle of the room and laid down, with his hands behind his head acting like a pillow.
"I don't need a truce with you, Malfoy." Amber spat.
"I know you don't, but I do. Just give me a chance." he said looking up at her.
She thought about it for awhile, and figured it wouldn't hurt to just stay for a few minutes. She sat on the ground next to him and leaned against a tree. "Is it fake?" she asked.
"Is what fake?" he asked, kind of startled. He hadn't noticed she was next to him.
"The sky. It's too beautiful to be true."
"It's just a spell, like the Great Hall, but more dramatized."
"Brilliant..."
"Are all beautiful things too good to be true?"
"Why would you ask that?" she asked angrily, standing up and walking further away from him.
"Geez, I was just asking your opinion. I'm not your enemy, Amber. I'm not Potter, I'm not your mother. I'm on the Dark Lord's side. My father is a Death Eater, like yours. Why do you hate me?" he stood up and walked towards her.
"I hate everyone... besides my father and the Dark Lord."
"Why can't we be friends?"
"I don't have friends. I never have and I never will. Friends only stab you in the back. Friends are not reliable. Voldemort is reliable, he is my friend. I trust him, no one else."
"Not even your father?"
"Less then the Dark Lord, but I guess I can trust him. I still barely know him yet..."
"And you barely know me. Why can't you give me a chance? I can prove myself. You're so depressed. Even I am able to be happy. You don't have to be depressed to be evil."
"I'm not depressed!"
"Then what about your notebook?"
"Those are personal thoughts that you should not have been reading in the first place!"
"How else do you expect me to figure you out?"
"Why not ask me?!"
"Because you just yell at me or ignore me!"
"You would have done the same thing!"
"No, I know how to respect my own kind!"
"Your own kind?"
"You are a Slytherin, a pure blood, and the child of a Death Eater. We are alike weather you like it or not, and you had better get used to me now."
"Are you bossing me around now?!"
"Possibly..." he smirked.
"No one tells me what to do!"
"Not even Voldemort himself?"
"I'm not a Death Eater yet. He has no control over me. And you most certainly do not!"
She walked back to the middle of the room and sat against the tree again. Draco walked over to her and sat in front of her, facing her. "Amber, I'm not trying to control you. I want to be your friend. We have a lot in common. You're evil... you're interesting... " he said before falling backwards and looking up at the stars. He sighed and waited for Amber to talk.
"Malfoy, I suppose that if you are that extremely desperate for a new friend, that you can consider me one. However, nothing is going to change. I will still be a bitch if I choose to be. I will do what I want, when I want to, and you will have no say in it. We will never be more than friends, so please, stop with the googly eyes!"
-&- Draco's P.O.V. -&-
Googly eyes? What was she talking about. Draco blinked a few times and sat back up. "I don't fancy you, don't worry about it." he held in a smile. Friendship was the first step to something more. Now that he would have a actual reason to talk to her, he could start finding more out about her and working his Malfoy charm on the raven haired beauty. She would be his in no time...