Gavin
"Draco," My mom is the first one to speak when we reach them and she flicks a nervous glance to Potter before continuing. "Harry said Cassius was having some trouble this year."
"I bet Harry did." My Dad replied coldly as he stood beside her with his hands in his pockets. His shoulders are squared and his jaw is set, I almost want to smirk. Evelyn tries to get his attention by tugging on his sleeve and I notice his jaw twitch. "Gavin, take your sister for a walk." He says, his sharp eyes never leaving the man across from him.
"But.." I start but he snaps a hateful look to me so I sigh in defeat and take my sisters hand. He's no fun.
I start pulling her away from them, straining my ears to hear what they're saying but I can't so I shake my head as we walk off towards the lake. Damn.
"Where are we going, Gavin?" Evelyn asks in a sweet little voice. I look down at her as she blinks her big silver blues at me and I shrug my shoulders. I flick a glance over my shoulder and I can see my father and Potter speaking animatedly to each other with my Mom shaking her head off to the side.
"Gavin," Evelyn tugs on my hand, making me look to her again. "Did you notice my dress?" She stops walking and opens her coat, showing a shimmering silver dress with black tights. She smiles a big goofy smile at me and twirls around on her knee high black boots. "I dresseded up today to see you and Cass and Liv. Do you like it?" I can't help but smile at her as I nod my head. She is cute. "Where is everyone anyways?"
I lean against a near by tree and crack my neck. "Everyone's inside." I answer her and she frowns. I shouldn't be babysitting I think bitterly as she starts humming to herself and dancing.
"Have you written your letter to Santa yet, Gav?" I shake my head as she spins on her toes. This is lame. "I did. I told him to get me a new Meggie May doll. She really goes potty like a real baby and she cries real too." She says excitedly. That actually sounds disgusting if I'm being honest. "And I also asked for a new broom like yours. Only I wanted it to be purple and pink with sparkles and I also wanted…"
I zone out as she rattles off the long list of things that she wants. The sad thing is she'll probably get every single thing on her list. She's ridiculously spoiled…. And she knows it. I look over my shoulder again and see my Dad basically yelling at Potter and I narrow my eyes. I wish I could hear what they were saying. I look over the grounds just to have something to do and I stop when I see my Dad's security guards off in the distance. They're wearing dark cloaks and sunglasses as they stand perfectly straight and scan the territory. They go with my Dad every where now. It's kind of depressing that he needs it.
As Evelyn is describing what kind of doll house she wants this year I interrupt her by saying her name sharply. She looks at me with wide eyes and blinks a few times, thinking I was upset with her. I bend down so that we're eye level and take her small hand in my own.
"Do you want to do something fun with me, Evie?" I ask her with a smile.
Her whole face lights up and she wraps her tiny arms around my neck. "Oh, Gavin! I would love to!" she says happily and I roll my eyes as her curls assault my face.
She acts like no one ever plays with her. I snort to myself when I remember coming home over break last year and witnessing her forcing the house-elves into having a tea party with her. She chased them around, trying to put dresses and stupid looking hats on them as they cried in horror and begged her to let them work. Dad finally had to step in and explain to her what would happen if they accepted the clothes she wanted them to wear. She pouted for one whole week after that.
"Alright. Now we have to be really quiet and not talk at all." I tell her as I take her hand again. She begins tip toeing beside me as I take a different route back towards the castle so I can eave drop on my parents.
"Gavin." She tugs on my hand.
"Shh…" I say, looking down at her and placing my finger to my mouth. "We're going to be Aurors." I tell her and she smiles and nods her head. "So we're going to have to listen to what they're saying." I whisper as we slide along the wall towards my parents and Potter. I really don't think that Aurors do much of this, but she doesn't know that.
"He wouldn't be acting up if you treated him fairly." That's my dad's cold voice and I level my breathing when we get closer, trying to make my steps lighter.
"Isn't this spying?" Evelyn says and I shush her again. "Gavin, Daddy says to never spy."
"Will you be quiet?" I snap at her and she gets angry and stomps on my toe with her sharp little boot. For as cute as she is, she is really a holy terror. "Evelyn!" I whisper fiercely as she goes to do it again. "Stop it." I say, moving my foot and holding her back from hurting me again.
"Don't be mean to me!"
"Alright, I'm sorry." I say as I pick her up and kiss her cheek. "We have to whisper. We're Aurors remember?"
She must because she's quiet after that. I inch us closer to them, on the other side of the wall until we're at the edge. A cold wind comes and blows through her hair, chilling my body so I hold Evelyn a little closer for warmth. She smells like Mom.
"This is why I wanted to talk with you alone, Gin. I knew he would just spin things around and go crazy." Potters voice is obviously annoyed and agitated. "There's no wonder your son is messed up."
My Dad starts to speak but my mom cuts him off. "You're being unfair, Harry." She says calmly and my Dad stops trying to talk over her as he cusses softly to himself. "I know Cassius is a good boy. We didn't raise our kids to hate anyone." Someone snorts and I'm not sure who. "I'm serious. I know for a fact that Percy's son has been bothering Cassius since his first year. He didn't even want to go back after Christmas holiday it got so bad."
"If you would just sort things out with your family everything would even out. I'm sure your kids need it in their life."
"What do you know, Potter?" That's my dad's voice. Evie raises her eyebrows at me and I smirk at her because of his tone. "Why would Ginny or any of the kids want to talk to them after the way they've acted? Not to mention how embarrassingly common they are in general."
"Draco." My mom whispers in a warning tone. I almost laugh.
Potter ignores him. "I just think it might help the situation if they had a more stable environment around them. Cassius has been getting into fights, Gavin has been acting up," I roll my eyes. He obviously doesn't know me so well, "and Lavinia asked me the other day if her father was as really as terrible as everyone said."
"She did?" My mom asks quietly but my Dad doesn't seem so effected.
"This is bullshit. I know what you're trying to do and I won't allow it to happen."
"What am I trying to do, Malfoy?"
"You're trying to screw up my life."
"Not everything is about you." Potter says levelly and there's a long pause.
My mom sighs. "Please, just give him the benefit of the doubt, Harry. I know things are tough for him this year. You of all people should sympathize with him." She says in a pointed voice, trying to get a point across to him that is totally lost on me. "It wasn't easy for you going to school with everyone already knowing who you were and having opinions on everything you or your parents did."
"If Granger didn't write that fucking book we wouldn't be having that problem." My dad spits out hatefully.
Evelyn looks at me with wide eyes. "Daddy just said a bad word. He—" I cover her mouth with my hand and shush her again.
"After what you did to her I would say that book was tame." Potter says darkly.
"I don't… I don't want to do this here." Mom said tiredly and I could tell she was really upset. Like almost wanting to cry upset. "I'm glad that you told us."
"Ginevra, this is complete and utter bullshit." My dad said harshly. "You know he doesn't treat him fair because he's my son."
"Draco, please." She did that soft little pleading voice that Dad usually gives into. She sighs. "I'm glad you told us about Cassius, but please remember that he's my son too. I know that doesn't hold much sway with you anymore but he really is a sweet kid and if it is as bad as you seem to think… just help him the best you can. You would know better then anyone how to handle it."
"Absolutely not." That's my Dad. "I won't have him poison my kids against me anymore then he already is. I want to talk to my son, now."
"You're paranoid, Malfoy." Snorts Harry. "Maybe you should be." He mumbles.
I wish I could see them because something happened then that caused my Mom to gasp. It sounds like something being pushed against the wall. I notice the guard wizards off in the distance tense their bodies and lift their wands at the ready. God, I wish I could see this.
"Draco, please. Don't do that." She said softly.
"He would deserve it."
"I'm going in side now. It was nice talking to you, as always." I hear another push and my Dad nearly growls. "Just think about it, Ginny. Malfoy, it was a pleasure." Potter's sarcastic voice drifts away with his footsteps and I slouch a little. There will be no fighting today.
What a disappointment.
"Draco, why did you do that!?" My mom's anger is shifting.
"He's not being fair, Gin. You know he's not. Cassius isn't the terror he's trying to make him out to be. That idiot just wanted a reason to talk to you."
"Do you really think you're helping anything by assaulting him every time he tries to talk to us?" She inhales sharply. "Harry was right. This isn't about you. It's about our kids and what's best for them right now."
Again there's a long silence and I wish I knew what was happening. "You two can come out from your hiding spot." My dad says coolly and I close my eyes before putting the agitated Evelyn on the ground.
She smiles wide and turns the corner and I reluctantly follow. Of course he didn't miss us there. "How did you know where we were?" She asks with her small little hands on her hips.
I lean against the wall, a little sheepish at getting caught and I look to my mom. She's looking out over the grounds with her eyes worried and her arms crossed over her chest.
Evie runs towards our father who picks her up and kisses her forehead.
"You aren't exactly a quiet little strawberry, now are you?" he asks, his cold tone turning warm. He eyes flick to me and narrow slightly. "Thank you for listening." He says sarcastically and I pale a little because he caught me.
"Sorry." I mumble, not meaning it in the least bit.
He rolls his eyes and turns away, mumbling something in Evelyn's ear that makes her smile wide. Mom is still looking over the grounds with her jaw twitching like my Dad's does.
"Are you okay?" I ask, just because I think I should.
She inhales deeply and then nods her head. "Yes, I'm fine." Her ridged posture suddenly relaxes and when she turns to me she's my Mother again. "I bet you're tired and hungry." She says with a small smile. "You did play such a good game today."
I nod my head, realizing how true those words are. I did have full day already.
"Why don't you go ahead and go inside." She says bringing a hand up and smoothing down some of my wild hair. "You look exhausted."
Again I nod my head. "That does sound like a good idea." I tell her. Imagining my wonderful bed. I go to turn around but I stop myself. "Are you going home now?" I ask curiously.
She looks to my Dad who's pointing something out to Evelyn on the ground. "I think your Dad wants to talk to Cassius but we'll leave after that." I go to leave again but she touches my arm. "Gavin, don't… don't tell Cassius or Lavinia what you heard right here. Will you do that for me?"
"Yea." I say softly again feeling guilty that I was spying on them. "I won't tell them."
She looks relieved and I walk back inside and go straight towards the Slytherin dorms. I ignore everyone around me and fall down heavily on my bed, relaxing my sore muscles from the game. I fall into a deep sleep not worrying about anything.
X
Cassius
"You got in another fight."
I knew I shouldn't have come down here when that first year came and got me. I inhale sharply before answering my Dad. "It wasn't a fight." I tell him honestly.
"Then what was it, Cassius? It was obviously something because you weren't playing today and Harry Potter decided to tell your mother all about how horrid you've been this year."
My eyes snap to his and I furrow my brow. "He said that." Dad nods his head sharply and I shake my head with my arms crossed. "He's a liar. It's not fair." I mumble, not looking at him.
"I know it's not." My Father's voice isn't as sharp anymore and he relaxes his arms against the railing, looking out ahead of him. "But you can't keep doing things that call negative attention to yourself."
"It wasn't my fault." I whine. I want him to believe me. I want someone to believe me. "Weasley has been nasty to me this year as usual and I was just defending myself. I didn't mean for it to hit Byron but it did and Potter just blamed me. Just because I'm your son. It's not fair." I realize I'm starting to sound whiny so I stop my self and clench my jaw shut again as I flick a glance to his stoic looking profile.
"I know." He says softly, still not looking at me. The sky is overcast now and the sun is starting to set. Most of the light is coming from inside the castle walls now. "There's a lot going on and you need to be on your best behavior this year." He says and I open my mouth to respond but he cuts me off with a sharp look. "Don't give anyone a reason." He says and I clench my jaw shut and narrow my eyes. It's still not fair. I hate that I'm a Malfoy sometimes. It just makes my life harder.
I don't want to talk about it anymore so I stuff my hands in my pockets and look down at my shoes as he stands up straight and looks down at me. "Where's Mom?" I ask, just to change the subject.
"She took your sister home." He replies flatly. I nod my head and we stand in silence for a few moments, listening to the wind, before he breaks it. "Potter also said your brother has been acting out."
I roll my eyes. "He always is." Stupid Gavin.
"You need to look out for him." Dad says and I wish I could hit something. I hate being the oldest. "Cassius," he gets my attention so I'll look at him. I do so reluctantly. "He's not like you. He doesn't think things through."
No he doesn't and judging by most of my stupid actions this year neither do I. "He doesn't listen to anyone, Dad. I don't know what you want me to do." I crack my neck and run a hand through my hair as my Father watches my movements closely with his stormy eyes. "Besides, I get in more trouble then he does because he doesn't have Potter breathing down his neck all the time."
"It will get better."
"Will it?" I ask as I stare into his eyes, my eyes, before looking away quickly.
I was reading that book before I came down here. I just finished up the chapter that covered him becoming a Death Eater at sixteen. I'll be sixteen this year. I wonder if Voldemort was still in power would he want me to follow in his footsteps. I don't think I could. It's weird looking at him now knowing that.
"Yes." He always sounds so confident and sure of himself that I almost believe him.
I sigh tiredly. A lot of things have been bothering me this year. "I wish I went to a school where no one knew me." I say softly, not really intending for him to hear it but he does.
I feel him put his hand on the back of my neck and I close my eyes because of it. He steps close to me and kisses the top of my head, like I was a little boy again. I'm too old for it. I know I should be embarrassed because this is my Dad who's doing this after all, but I don't. In fact it's nice to be comforted right now. I didn't know I needed it.
"Be good, Cass." He tells me before letting go of my neck and stepping away. "I'll see you in a few weeks."
He's talking about break. I wish it was sooner actually. "Bye Dad." I say softly, embarrassed because of how weak I am.
"Stay out of trouble." He tells me flatly.
He looks at me for a few more moments, like he wanted to say something else, before telling me good bye and walking off. I watch him as his cloak flies around him in the wind and when he disappears I rub my eyes and walk back inside. For some reason I feel guilty. Like I disappointed him or something like that.
I walk through the portrait hole to my dorm and see Rose Weasley talking to a group of girls by the stair case. I roll my eyes as I take my seat by Byron in front of the fire again and pick the book back up. It's annoying that most of the Weasleys are in Gryffindor as well.
She's talking so loudly about her Dad, my Uncle Ron. A story about his adventures as an Auror. Again I roll my eyes when she mentions how he was partners with Harry Potter and how they saved the world more then a few times. I flick a glance over my shoulder at her as she smugly tells the story to her little group.
She has really frizzy orange hair that she feels the need to wear down all the time. I feel terrible for anyone who has to sit behind her in class because I'm sure they can't see over that mass she dares call her hair. She smirks once at whatever she said. She actually looks a lot more like my Mom then I would care to admit… She catches me looking at her and she narrows her eyes at me with her hands on her hips.
The last thing I need right now is a confrontation with that foul mouthed troll. So I turn towards Byron and hide the book at my side. I don't need her knowing that I'm reading that stupid book her Mother wrote either. I hear her say something about arrogant stupid prats and I'm sure she's talking about me so I glare over my shoulder again.
She's wearing a bright blue jumper with a green R stitched across the front. The traditional Weasley holiday jumper. Byron gets one every year as well but he never wears his. Out of good taste or because it would make me feel bad I'll never know, but I do know that I'll never get one of those… ever.
"What's your problem, Malfoy?" She asks loudly so everyone in the common room can hear her.
"You're annoying." I tell her flatly and that's the truth.
She scoffs and rolls her eyes. "Come on." She tells her friends. "I don't want to be down here if He is."
She starts storming up the stairs, a couple girls follow her but not before sending apologetic looks to me. I turn back around and shake my head. Byron is totally oblivious to everything that's happening because he's writing in his freaking journal.
"What are you doing?" I ask with an agitated tone to my voice. I feel fidgety.
He flicks a glance up to me and then back down to his book. "Isn't it obvious." He says indifferently.
My legs start to move up and down and I tap my fingers against my knees. "What are you writing about?" I know he won't answer, but I ask all the time anyways.
"Everything."
"Like what?" I press just so I have something to do. He ignores me, so I try another question. "Are you going home over break?"
"No."
That answer surprises me. He always goes home. "Why not?"
He looks up to me with his dark eyebrows furrowed together. "I just don't want to this year."
"So, what are you going to do the whole time at school?" I ask, my fidgeting has stopped and I relax back into the chair. "Sid and I are going home." He shrugs his shoulders and closes his journal with a sigh. I think I might be annoying him, but I don't care. "Is Samantha staying?"
He shakes his head. "No, she'll want to go home." He leaves that hanging in the air and I know why, because of Jason Weasley. It makes me scowl and Byron catches it. "If it makes you feel any better I would rather she dated you then him."
I snort. "Thanks." I say levelly. I look to him again as he looks at the fire. "Hey, why don't you come and stay with me over the holidays?" I say hopefully. It always gets so boring at the Manor.
His cool blue eyes look to me again and a smirk graces his features. "I doubt I'll be allowed to."
I shrug my shoulder. "Would you be allowed to stay with Sid?" I ask and he nods his head slowly. "Just tell your Mom that's what you're doing."
"We'll see." He says, leaving it open in that cryptic way that he always does. "What did your Dad want?"
I open my mouth to tell him but a group of people walk through the portrait hole and I see Sid's head of dark hair, hysterically laughing about something. He catches me staring at him with a raised eyebrow and he comes over to me as he clutches his side.
"Oh, my god." He says as he laughs. "You just missed the most hilarious thing."
"What was it?" I ask skeptically as he sits down and keeps laughing. A few of the other people who were with him sit down as well with bright eyes shining with humor.
"Your sister just cursed Jason Weasley." I don't laugh. I narrow my eyes but Sid doesn't notice. "We were just standing there in the hallway and Jason Weasley was with a few of his Ravenclaw friends across from us." He takes a moment to catch his breath and fan himself because he was laughing so much. "Your sister came by, Cass, with that little group of Slytherin girls that she runs around with and Weasley said something to her… I don't know what."
"He said something about her hair." One of the guys that was laughing cuts in to help the story and I sit up straighter. Something close to anger goes through me. I can handle Jason messing with me but not my sister. My little eleven year old sister.
"Well, I guess it was about her hair." Sid continues. "Anyways she totally freaked out and cursed the hell out of him. It was great."
"I thought Lavinia was shy." Byron mumbles beside me as I decide what I think about this story.
"That's what makes it even more hilarious." Sid says with a smirk.
"Did she get in trouble?" I ask softly. Thinking about my Dad and what he would think if she did.
He snorts. I don't know why. "No. Cute little first year girls never get in trouble." He starts laughing again as he leans back in the chair. "Even when they turn the head boy into a donkey. It really was great. You would have loved it."
I let a ghost of a smile come to my face as I sit back my tense body.
"How appropriate." I say to myself, trying to imagine Weasley as a literal jackass. I smirk.
Good job Lavinia.
X
Lavinia
"I can not believe you just did that!" Serena says with a laugh in her voice as we speed walk back to the dungeons.
"Keep walking." I say through clenched teeth, too nervous to even look over my shoulder.
"You totally just freaked out on him. He's head boy, Liv!" One of the blonde's besides me says. Fiona, I think that's her name. I probably should know that by now.
"Yes, remind me never to comment on your hair." Serena snickers beside me.
I flick a glare at her before saying the password and stepping into the Slytherin dorms. I will be okay. I won't get in trouble. He'll turn back into a human in a couple hours. I groan to myself and close my eyes for a moment. God, I'm an idiot. I'll probably get expelled for this.
Dad taught me that spell, just for fun. Under now circumstances was I to use it on someone else. Jason Weasley is just such a big jerk.
"Don't worry, Lavinia." Someone tells me but I'm too busy trying not to faint to care. I can't believe I did that. "You're dad's the minister. Nothing bad will happen."
"I'm going upstairs." I say flatly, trying not to freak.
My hands are shaking and I can feel eyes on me as I make my way up the stairs. I fall down on my bed and close the curtains tightly around the bed as I sit in the dark, breathing in and out. I can't believe I did that.
I was thinking about how much I didn't like him and how mean he always was to Cassius when he said that thing about my hair. It was just the wrong time for him to do it so I pulled my wand and said the first thing that came to my head… I can't believe I did it.
What he said wasn't even that bad and now that I think about it I most definitely over reacted.
I was just walking, stuck in my own thoughts when I caught him staring at me out of the corner of my eye. He smirked at me and then said. "Hey, carrot top—" but he didn't get to finish what he was going to say because I turned him into a donkey.
A donkey.
I lay down and throw my hand on my face. Maybe he'll be too embarrassed that a little girl did that to him to tell on me. Maybe no one will believe him. I groan and stare at the canopy on the bed for most of the night until my eyelids become heavy and I fall asleep. No one has come for me yet so I think I maybe in the clear.
I wake up the next morning and slowly get dressed in a white sweater dress with brown wool tights. We get to go to Hogsmead today. If I wasn't so nervous about the whole thing with Jason Weasley, I just might be excited. Of course I'm awake before everyone else and I sit on the edge of my bed as I pull on my tan colored snow boots with shaky hands.
When the rest of the girls wake up they giggle at me, reminding me what I did again last night… like I need reminding… before getting dressed for the day. I bundle up in my cloak and hat, carrying my gloves with me as I follow everyone down to the front doors where Professor Potter is waiting to collect permission slips from all the first years. I clench mine in my fists as we walk towards him. He pushes his glasses up his nose when we approach and when he looks at me I'm afraid that he knows about the terrible thing I did.
His jade colored eyes look me over when I hand him my form and I blush.
"Have fun." He tells me and I nod my head tightly, walking quickly away from him. Once a safe distance away I let out a relieved breath. If Jason Weasley was going to tell on me, he would have told Harry Potter.
I put on my gloves and keep my head down as we all walk towards the small little wizarding town. Small snowflakes begin to fall around us, covering the ground in a light blanket of white. I double check to make sure I have my money purse before I relax and fall into stride again. The girls around me start talking about some new type of dress robes that they want and I sigh to myself while staring at the ground. I nearly jump out of my skin when I feel an arm snake around my shoulders. In a panic I look up and see Cassius smirking down at me, his silver eyes light with amusement.
"We need to talk." He says in a pleasant voice that makes me nervous so I slow my walking down so the girls, who all are staring at Cassius, will walk a head of me. " I heard about what you did." He says and I can't tell if he's upset or not.
"Yeah." I say uncomfortably as we walk. "Are you… are you mad at me?" I ask as I look up at him. His cheeks are flushed and he's wearing a dark stocking cap on his head, so wisps of his smooth blond hair are peaking out around his face.
"Why would I be mad?" He asks as he smiles down at me. "I just wanted to tell you I thought that was bloody brilliant." I smile timidly at him. "Stupid, but brilliant."
"I kind of can't believe it happened." I say honestly as I look out in front of us at all the people walking ahead.
"I would suggest you never do it again… but… if you do feel compelled just let me know so I can watch."
He seems lighter and happier now and I smile because of it. I nod my head and he drops his arm from my shoulder. The warmness he gave me leaves when that happens and I shiver because of the cold.
"You don't think I'll get in trouble do you?" I ask quietly as he puts his hands in his pockets.
"If you do you could just blame me." He says with a shrug. "That's what every one else seems to do anyways."
That makes me feel a little bad. He winks down at me and then walks off to go with Byron who sends me a small smile that makes my stomach flutter. Sid beside him smiles wide and waves at me before walking off. He was a witness to my wild wand ways. I hesitate a moment before scurrying to catch up with my friends who ask me a million questions about Cassius and what we were talking about. Being around them gets really tiresome.
I take a moment to appreciate the wonder of Hogsmeade before I allow myself to be pulled into Honeydukes which is extremely crowed and over flowing with people. We make our way towards the sucker display in the back and as I start picking at the different flavored sticks a prickling sensation on the back of my neck makes me stop.
I look over my shoulder and see Jason Weasley glaring at me from behind his stupid looking glasses. I gulp and turn around quickly. I guess he didn't think it was as brilliant as Cass did. I try to ignore him as I pick up a few things of chocolate to buy and I pretend like he's not staring a hole right into me as I leave the shop with Serena and the rest of the girls.
I notice him when we settle for a drink at the three broomsticks and I uncomfortably drink my butterbeer and try to avoid his hard eyes. I feel terrible and a little bit scared. This most definitely isn't good. I ponder trying to find Cassius but I decide against it because I don't want to get him in more trouble then he already is.
Serena tries to engage me into conversation and she reminds me that she's coming to stay with me over break and I nod my head lightly with a tight throat as Weasley stares at me from across the room. What's his deal anyways? What a weirdo. When we get up to leave I try to stay in the middle of the group so I won't have to pass him directly on the way out. Right before we open the door something jerks on my wrist and I turn around with wide eyes.
"I think you owe me an apology." His hand tightens on my wrist and the girls around me shift uncomfortably as my eighteen year old cousin glares down at him. This is weird. My face flushes crimson and I pull my arm back violently but he doesn't let go.
"Let go of me." I tell him quietly as I stare at his chest. He's so much taller then me and obviously stronger because when he finally does let go of my wrist I bring it to my chest and massage it with my other hand. I know it will bruise.
"Are you going to say sorry, Malfoy?" He says hatefully and I don't know what he's trying to prove but I'm sure as heck not going to apologize.
I look up at him. He has dark brown eyes and curly brown hair, cropped short to his head and he looks nothing like the men in my family. I shake my head nervously and flick a glance to the door. I don't understand why no one is saying anything on my behalf but I guess they're just as tongue tied as I am.
The door opens and a gust of wind chills me. "There you are." It's a female voice but I don't move my head. "Jason, I've been looking for you everywhere." Samantha flint walks over to us and looks between us. "What's going on here?" She asks as she raises an eyebrow to me.
"Mafloy was just apologizing to me." He says narrowly.
"No, I wasn't."
Samantha sighs and looks towards Weasley. "What did you do?"
I don't wait for an answer because I bolt out of there as soon as Jason Weasley turns his eyes from mine. I'm breathing heavily and my face is flushed as I make my way out side and I stop for a moment to catch my breath.
"That was kind of scary." Serena says as they follow me out. "I thought he was going to kill you. What a bastard."
"You're like six years younger then him, and a girl." Someone points out. "He has issues."
I nod my head, my throat still tight. I don't feel very well about this. I will tell Cassius, I will tell Gavin, and I will tell my Dad. I don't mind being a tattle tale. I rub my wrist again and shake my head before walking off to find my brother.
Jason Weasley is a creep.