Chapter Four
Because The Truth, You Know, Is That I Have Just Been Hating All These I do.

I woke up, sweat rolling down my face for the fifth night in a row. That nightmare seemed to want to haunt me; every time it feels more real than the next. Images sharpen, and what seemed like a pane of glass between the dream and me, was now gone, leaving marks in my brain like scars. I remember the first night I had that nightmare, waking up the next morning sweating. It felt so..real. But I went to my parents and they comforted me, for the first and last time. My mother hugged me, and told me it would all go away. I always remembered that. But I knew it wouldn't last.

Everything seemed to fly by. Christmas has come and gone. I actually got presents from Mother and Father. It wasn't great, but it was something, that's an improvement. Before I knew it, it was only 2 days until everyone came back from holidays. That was generally not good, speaking in the sense that I'll get to see Malfoy, Jade and Pansy again. But then again, I will get to see Luna and Hermione, but that also means Harry. I tried so hard to forget about him over the holidays, that now with only two days to spare, I didn't quite know what to think about him. All I knew was that I was still angry, beyond angry at him. Just thinking of him and Cho made me angry enough to set me off. So I tried not to think about it anymore, and let time work its magic.

I woke up early on the Sunday before school started, which meant everyone was coming back today. Going to the showers, I found myself in an undeniably good mood; something about realizing how quickly I could get over Harry, and harnessing my inner Slytherin felt so damn good. After I got out of the shower, I got dressed, humming a song, waiting to try out my new found Slytherin roots on my two favourite roommates. Oh, being bad was so much fun. Finally, Pansy's whining voice was coming up the stairs, as I brushed out my hair in front of the mirror.
"Oh my god, like did you see her dres-" Her voice died down as she saw me, casually slowing down her pace.

"And then what? Oh, never mind." Jade followed Pansy's lead by staring, before both girls walked towards their respective beds, and began unpacking their trunks. As Pansy moved to take her makeup to the washroom we shared, Jade sat on her bed quietly. Let the games begin.

"So how was your break?" I asked in a cheerful voice. Jade slowly turned to face me with her eyebrow up high.

"How was my break?" she responded slowly.

"Yes, how was your break? Did you have fun?" I said with a huge smile on my face.

"Umm, yes, it was great," she said even slower, "Thanks for asking." Turning towards her, I smiled, before placing my hairbrush back into my trunk, and heading towards the door. Pansy came out of the washroom and started pulling things out of her trunk.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. There was a party this Christmas, at the Malfoy's". She turned around to look at me with her head tilted upwards so it gave the illusion that she was looking down on me. Not even that made me upset. So I cranked up the happy meter just to make her angry.

"They did? And how was that?" She turned around and leaned on her bed.

"It was great. I saw your parents there you know, very nice parents". My parents? What would they being doing at the Malfoy's? I guess all vile people know each other somehow.

"Really, never knew that they knew the Malfoy's. Strange."

"Oh, they do. They said Draco and I looked perfect together". I felt like saying why the hell would I care, but I was suddenly preoccupied.

Draco. I still haven't talked to him in a while. I should probably do that. "That's great Pansy, but I have to go, I'll talk to you two later". Pansy smirked and Jade was expressionless. I walked out of the dorm and didn't have to go far to find Malfoy; he was coming into the common room with Crabbe and Goyle. I took the opportunity because he wasn't with the rest of his fools, and walked towards him with a smile on my face, my eyes glaring.

"Hey Draco!" Blaise called. Just Great, I thought, as the rest of his buffoons came into the common room, all standing around looking like important people. I continued walking in his direction, but now his back was to me. I took about 10 more steps until I tapped Malfoy on the back. He didn't turn around. So I started to swing my arms back and forth wile snapping my fingers. Finally, conversation in the group stopped as everyone but Malfoy was looking my way, and finally he turned around. Surprised and scared seemed to me the emotions he felt, written all over his face the second he looked at me.
"B-Bekki, what do you want?" Malfoy said, and suddenly his expression turned to anger, most likely remembering our last exchange after quidditch.

"I wanted to talk to you. If I could, and it won't take too long". His eyes just about popped out of his head.

"Why not?" He looked down at me without a care, and impatient.

"How about we talk in your room, where it's a little quieter?" The others looked skeptical, but he lead the way up to his dorm. As I suspected, there was no one in there, and Malfoy started to unpack some of his things. I wandered over to his bed where he was walking back and forth from moving his things around. "I want to talk about what happened at quidditch, since we have not talked since then."

"There's really nothing to talk about." Malfoy said shortly.

"Yes, well, can you listen to what I think happened? Without interrupting?" Malfoy was about to say something, but I cut him off. "Yes or no?"

"I guess." He snarled, and went back to his trunk, facing away from me.

"Look, I didn't throw the game. You may think that, just because you were angry about losing, and you want your spot back, but that's just too damn bad. And I'm not sleeping with-"

"Scarhead? Really?" Malfoy said rudely, throwing something into his trunk.

"Yes, really. So don't assume that I am." His back still turned away from me, shuffling in his trunk aimlessly. "Malfoy, I'm apologizing, the least you can do is look at me for Christ's sakes!" I didn't mean to yell, but that new found Slytherin glory pulled through the patience. Shocked, Malfoy turned the look at me, leaning on his trunk with his arms crossed over his chest.

"Go on Sherry." Draco's eyes bore into mine as I stood and began to walk towards him.

"I'm sorry things got out of hand, and as much as I hate apologizing because I knew I did nothing wrong, we can't hate each other forever." Reasoning with that fact, he rolled his eyes.

"Nice apology." Malfoy said under his breath, and as I shrugged my shoulders, he let out a laugh. "Whatever, I'm sorry too."

"There, that wasn't too bad, was it?" I asked, heading for the door of his room. Just before I opened the door, he surprised me again, as usual.

"Not bad at all Sherry. Wanna grab lunch together?" I turned to see him smirking in my directly, that devilish smile playing on his lips and I couldn't help but laugh.

"Why not?" I replied, mimicking his response earlier, and he quickly waltzed through the door as I held it open, and we headed to the Great Hall together.

Good old normal.