Chapter VIII: DPOV

It had been a week since he had kissed Darcyn. Draco didn't know exactly why he had done it, but he knew he had been stupid to think that she would accept him like that. He just assumed she was like every other girl, when he knew she wasn't. He threw his arm over his head in exasperation, tired of staring at the canopy of his bed.

"Hey, Draco, are you coming down for dinner?" Draco turned his direction to see Blaise walking from the restroom in their dorm. Draco shrugged and sat up, pushing his hair out of his face. He hadn't bothered to keep it slicked back as he had back in his former years. He hadn't bothered to cut it much either. It fell back into his eyes and he sighed.

"Maybe a certain dark-haired Slytherin will be there," He taunted with a knowing smirk. Draco glared at him and stood, smoothing out his shirt.

"Satan-spawn," Draco snorted as he pushed past Blaise.

"You flatter me," He chuckled as he followed Draco to the Great Hall.

Draco ignored his comment and let his thoughts wander back to Darcyn. She was rarely seen anymore. He had asked Astoria where she could be, but she hadn't been in the dorms as far as she knew.

"I honestly don't know, Draco. I haven't really seen her since the Hogsmeade trip. She'll be in her bed at night, but in the morning, she's gone again, not giving anyone the chance to talk to her. She's locked herself away. What did you do?"

He found it sad that she would automatically jump to the conclusion that he had been the one to make her ignore everyone. She had even started skipping classes, which wasn't like Darcyn at all. If Draco was honest with himself, he was worried about Darcyn, and he wanted to talk to her again, he wanted to see her, make sure she was okay.

"Hey, look who," Blaise gestured to the end of the Slytherin table. Darcyn sat staring at her folded hands, though she obviously wasn't purposefully staring. She was deep in thought, ignoring Astoria's attempts to get her to talk. Her mouth was a thin line of annoyance. Draco frowned when he saw that her arm was bandaged.

"I wouldn't bother with it mate. If she's mad at you, and Astoria isn't able to convince her, then it would be pointless for you to try."

Draco figured Blaise was right, though he didn't want to admit it. He knew that Darcyn was upset with him, he had left her, rejected her in the bluntest of fashions when he had been the one to start it. To her it seemed as though he didn't care. Draco sighed and sat down, watching her from the corner of his eyes.

D.V.-POV

I kept staring down at the table, annoyed by Astoria's attempts to cheer me up. Yeah, she was my friend, and yeah, maybe I was being a little dramatic, but I wanted to cope however I wanted, and she was certainly not helping.

"-and you need to realize that just because you're upset over something you can't just mope around."

I looked up and glared at her as best I could. "You have no idea what you're talking about. And I'm not moping, for your information, Astoria," I snapped. "And because I just know that you're going to ask, it's none of your business."

She groaned under her breath. "Damn it, Darcyn, why won't you just tell me?"

I winced. She sounded a lot like how Draco had, wanting to know my thoughts. I frowned at her. "I will tell you when I'm ready. Respect that."

I listened closely, and bit back the urge to sigh in relief when she left. I just wanted to be alone with my thoughts, was that so much to ask?