I had an awful case of writer's block. I just couldn't, no matter how hard I tried, manage to write this. I had to cram all of this drama into one chapter, but I just had to do it, otherwise I'd never be satisfied. Arggh. I'm so sorry. I feel awful for this. Also, please let me know whether you like the idea of George and Dena over Draco and Dena? I'm not really sure where I'm going with this anymore. I have no idea whether it comes up for you guys too, but there are random spaces all over the shop, and I can't do anything to solve it. :c I love you all, thank you for the reviews.
It was the 23rd of November, and tomorrow was the first task. Besides every part of me worrying for Harry, I had other things to worry about, too. Draco had been avoiding me for a while, and even though I insisted everyone and myself it was nothing, I was actually positive it was nothing. Researching in the library with Hermoine as much as possible had taken its toll on me, and I never really listened to everyone's desperate attempts to tell me about Draco. I also forgot about many meetings with Dumbledore, who must have lost his patience with me and eventually stopped asking of my presence. I was walking back to the Slytherin common rooms, eager to rest in my dorm, when I stop, staring with my jaw slack and every piece of information about dragons leaving my brain. I drop my bag on the floor, my heart thumping louder and faster for every second that passes. Then it stops. No beating, no anything. I shut my eyes tightly, merely wishing what I just saw was nothing. That I just made it all up, yes, that's it. It can't be real. I won't allow it. But, my eyes opening again, I realise it's real. Definitely real. I feel my heart tear out and trampled on several times before I actually process in my mind and make my legs move, and carry me away from the scene. I break into a run, and let myself run to the only person I'll ever trust. Every time I blink, it's there. The image of them pressed against the wall, kissing passionately. It's taunting me, never letting go of my mind and eyes. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember I left my bag in that corridor. Sod it. Let them find it. Let them know I saw it all. I stop running after what feels like hours, and slide my back down against a cold wall. Letting myself cry more freely, I bury my face into my robes, wishing nobody would see me, Dena Evans, leaning against a wall and crying her eyes out, over something so petty, so stupid. Feeling arms wrap around me, I take in the scent of mint, and fresh grass. An odd combination, but the most comforting I'd ever smell. Snuggling closer to him, I wrapped my arms around him in turn, resting my head on his shoulder. "Dena, what's wrong? Did Dumbledore tell you?" I sobered up slightly. I sniffed, and pulled back to look into Harry's green eyes.
"Did Dumbledore tell me what?" Harry stiffened slightly, and moved so we were sitting face to face. He still kept a tight hold of my hand, as a comfort I guess, as tears still rolled down my cheeks.
"Dena, your mother isn't your biological parent." He whispered. I tightened my grip involuntarily and let tears slide out faster. I always knew. Always. But I refused it. Just like Draco cheating on me. I refused it.
"So we're not related?" I whisper, unable to meet his perfect green eyes. From the corner of my eye, I saw him shake his head. "I watched Draco kiss another girl. I think it was pug-face." I manage to blurt out, swallowing hard once I hear the words finally roll off my tongue. Me and Harry sit together talking, spilling our deepest secrets for no apparent reason, until the two Weasley twins join us, desperate to know me now me and Draco were officially over. When I asked them how they knew, they simply tapped their noses in perfect synchronization, and I found myself letting out the first laugh of the evening. We sat until the sun set, and the darkness rising into the sky. I stand, my legs wobbling slightly from being sat down for so long, and I let out a small laugh. Spending all that time with Harry and the twins made me forget everything. I learnt a lot about Fred and George's lives, and they promised me to include me in their plans for pranking, when they found out I love nothing more than a good prank. George's smile was contagious, and the second I saw his, I smiled too, and he steadied me as I stood.
"Now then, Evans," George started, grinning at me.
"Promise us, that you'll let us prank-" Fred continued.
"That ferret boy to oblivion?" They said at the same time, cracking perfect grins. I laughed, looking up at the stars as I did so.
"Promise. And, Harry?" Harry turned his green eyes to mine, and I looked down at him from the stars, smiling weakly. "Remember what I told you in Dumbledore's office all those days ago? I still mean it, even if we're not related anymore." Harry smiled, and nodded his head once. I began to walk away, laughing as I heard the twins shouting their goodbyes, and turned once to wave at the three who'd grown so much on my heart.
I stared after Evans walking away from us, her robes blowing out perfectly at either side of her perfect frame. I heard her faint laugh as me and Fred were shouting goodbye at her. She turned once, to give us a simple wave, and once again I lost myself. Her perfect grey eyes melted life away from me, and all I knew was that I needed to know this Evans. She enjoyed pranking. Maybe she wouldn't if me and Fred pranked her? I grin, looking to my side to also read Fred's face. Thinking the exact same as me, eh Fred?
"Harry, Merlin knows-" I start, "how you kept her from us all this time!" Me and Fred said together, laughing as Fred ruffled Harry's hair and pushed him playfully to the side, as we began walking to the Gryffindor common room.
"She's something, isn't she?" Harry says, laughing as he steps into the common room after muttering the password to the Fat Lady.
"What we thinking of for Draco then, Fred?"
"Oh, I don't know. How about everything we've tried on our Ron-"
"Put together in one big prank." We finish, grinning as Harry laughs at us. I think back to Dena's sparkling eyes, with all the stars reflections in them. The bloody ferret had made Evans cry, and seeing her cry was like watching Ron's blasted rat being chased by Hermoine's cat. Not good.