105
Alyssa
As I laid in bed that night, I couldn't seem to find that one comfortable spot. Just when I would find the perfect spot, it would get too hot and I had to turn around.
This is getting ridiculous.I thought miserably to myself, turning againfor what seemed like the millionth time in the past HOUR.
Sighing, I sat up, rubbing the non existent sleep from my eyes, and snapped my fingers lightly. A puff of smoke appeared in the centre of the room, and the elf bowed low to the ground.
"Come here," I whispered, and he crept forward, until he was right next to the bed.
"Yes, miss?"
"I was wondering if you could get me a glass of milk," I said, feeling bad that I had woken him up to do this.
"Of course, miss." He bowed, and was about to snap his fingers, when I stopped him.
"Oh, could you make it warm, too?"
He nodded, and with a snap of his fingers, disappeared.
I sighed again, and buried my face in my hands, wanting to sleep so bad. As I looked up, my gaze caught on the door that interconnected Draco's room to mine.
"…When you aren't mad anymore, just… Come find me, I guess. You know where I am."
Our earlier argument came to mind, words floating around in my brain, landing a blow against my skull once in a while.
"When you feel ready to be mature, I'll be here."
"…That word that means not acting like a child."
He'd been right. I had been acting a little like a child. We had an argument over an apology.
Bloody hell, I was so stupid.
Just then, the house elf returned, with a cup in his hand.
"Your milk, miss." He bowed, not spilling a drop of the milk in the glass.
"Thank you…" I sighed, taking it and smiling wearily. He nodded, and was gone.
I took another look at the door, before swigging the contents down in a few gulps, and setting the glass on the bed side table. I grabbed my iPod, and turned it on, putting my headphones in.
Whatever you do, I'll do it too,
Show me everything and tell me how.
It all means something, and yet nothing to me.
I can see there's so much to learn,
It's all so close and yet so far.
I see myself as people see me,
I just know there's something bigger out there.
The milk solved my problems for the better part of the night, lulling me into a music/dreamless sleep. After I woke up, it was seven thirty, and by that time I was much too awake to even try and stay in my bed and continue sleeping.
Maybe they won't mind if I roam around for a little while…
After dressing in some jogging pants and a t-shirt with a baggy sweatshirt thrown over it, I threw my hair up in a ponytail and asked an elf for a tall glass of water. I took my wand along with me, as well, so that I could refill my glass if needed. When all was done, I left my room, walking quietly down the hall in the opposite direction of Draco's room.
Their house was so big, that within thirty seconds, I had gone so far and taken so many turns, I wasn't sure which way to take if I were to go back to my room again.
Room after room went by, most locked, others empty guest rooms waiting to be filled. I found the pool that Draco had told me about, and it was absolutely amazing; It was huge, and the walls surrounding it -except for the one on which the door I had been standing in- were completely made of glass.
Glass that hopefully was one-way.
Just when I was beginning to tire of walking aimlessly, I discovered an indoor porch, with glass walls that looked out to the backyard. I hadn't realized until then that I had never seen their backyard, and was astounded by the sight. Though it was covered in snow, I could tell that it was very grand. A good football field length away from the house, was an orchard of trees, all lined up in two straight lines, forming a path that looked…
…Magical.
No pun intended.
"Wow," I breathed, walking right up the glass and staring at the orchard. It was so beautiful, that I had never realized just how much I really wanted one just like this one in front of my eyes.
I don't know how long I stood there, gawking, before I realized there was somebody else with me in the room.
"It's quite beautiful, isn't it?" I turned, to see Narcissa smiling politely with her hands clasped in front of her. She was dressed in formal dress pants, with a neat white blouse and some gold jewellery.
"Oh, I'm sorry… I didn't mean to go snooping around… I just saw this and I was amazed…"
"Don't apologize, you've done nothing wrong. It's nice to see someone who has an interest in the outdoors. I myself, don't like gardening; much too dirty for me. But I like to have something beautiful and large for my home, somewhere I can hold parties with the sun shining down and illuminating everything around me." She moved closer to the glass wall, never looking at me, just gazing lightly outside.
"When I'm older, I think I'd like to have an orchard. No matter how small my house is." I mused, lacing my fingers together around the cup, growing warmer from the heat in my hands and my hands somehow getting colder.
"As long as you are happy, follow through with it." Narcissa spoke, with no emotion to her face.
After a few moments, she turned and left the room.
When I was sure she was gone, I summoned an elf.
"Can you take me back to my room?" I asked the elf, who nodded.
By the time I was back in my room an hour had passed since I had initially left. I changed my jogging pants to some jeans, opting to keep the sweatshirt. When the room was clean, I looked around, not quite sure what to do now.
My stomach solved that issue for me when it growled impatiently.
"Oh, shut up, I was getting to it." I muttered to my stomach, which growled again.
The dining room was the one place that I actually knew how to get to from my room. Knowing where the food was in the house was important.
By the time I got there, Draco was already sitting in his seat, eating silently. I awkwardly shuffled to my own seat, across from his, and asked for what I wanted to eat.
After getting my cereal and orange juice, I started eating, and it was yet another awkward silence at the table.
I couldn't handle it anymore.
"I'm not mad anymore." I stated simply, glad that no one else was in the room.
He didn't say anything, just nodded and continued eating.
"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday; Both times." I continued, moving my spoon around in my bowl, watching the little marshmallows float around, flying to the sides when they got too close.
"Okay."
Already, my nerves were fraying before me. It was too early to deal with this. I wanted to tell him to shove his 'okay' up his-
Breathe. Relax.
I took a deep breath in, letting the air 'whoosh' out slowly, and tried again.
"Could you pleasegive me some other reaction to tell me that you're not some kind of robot?"
"A what?"
"Finally. Some response." I sighed. "I just- I'm sorry about yesterday. It was just that those things that I said… I didn't really mean them. I was just pissed off, I get that way easily. It's just that you infuriate me sometimes to the point where I… say or do things that I might regret later when I'm not as mad later."
He was silent for a few seconds, than he sighed.
"I should apologize, too. I was a complete idiot yesterday…"
"I know you were." He glared at me, and I shooed him. "Go on."
"I shouldn't have gotten mad at you for coming and asking forgiveness… I guess I gave you the exact opposite, didn't I?"
"The words I could've forgiven. The slap… That might take a while." I glared coldly at him, lacing my fingers together and resting my chin on my hands.
"I was pissed. I didn't know what I was doing-"
"The hellyou didn't."
"…"
"You might have been pissed, but you had to have had the thought run through your mind that, 'Hey, maybe I'll slap her I'm so mad.'"
"It wasn't like that."
"Then tell me. Because to me, that doesn't exactly seem like the you I know."
"You don't know me!"
"You're someone who likes to play guitar, who likes the color red but won't confess to it because it's a Gryffindor color, and you act like somebody else out in public when you aren't that person at all."
He bowed his head, massaging his temples with one hand. I got up silently, and went around the table, to stand behind him and I put my hands on his shoulders.
"I might not know every little detail about you, but I know enough to understand that yesterday… Yesterday wasn't you. Not really. That was just bottled up anger. Now, I'm through being mad at each other, being at each others necks and not wanting to say something for fear of starting a yelling match. Are you in agreement?"
He took a deep breath, than shook his head. "Yeah; I hate being on eggshells in my own house."
"Good." I nodded, relieved to find that I had gotten somewhere.
"How about we go swimming?" He offered, turning and standing from his seat.
I smiled, happy that we were over yelling.
"Race you there."