Having Harry back on my side felt like a hollow victory. Draco wouldn't even look at me, I didn't even dare to try and talk to him. I'd never seen Harry so cheerful, and he used every opportunity to bash Draco.
"I knew I was better than him, I can't believe he thought you'd pick him," he said during a particularly boring Divination class.
"Yeah," I muttered. Every so often I'd catch myself clutching my neck where the necklace used to be. I missed the way the dragon would shift every few hours, reminding me that it was still there; and that Draco was still with me. Now, I felt hollow and like something was missing. I never imagined I could feel this way about anyone, much less someone I used to despise. Every time I thought about him it caused a twinge in my chest that threatened to bring a flood of tears. I never let myself show any pain in front of anyone else, when I was by myself nothing held me back.
"My dear, are you having a vision?" Professor Trelawney asked as she drifted towards me.
I jumped up, I hadn't even heard her coming towards me.
"No, I...I just dozed off for a second," I said, failing to come up with a better excuse.
"Are you sure? Did you see anything? Any signs?" she asked hopefully. I think she was hoping that somebody in the room would have a real vision for once.
"No, sorry," I muttered.
She muttered something incoherent and flitted away from me, clearly agitated.
"You alright?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, fine," I mumbled, sitting back in my chair. I couldn't focus on anything the entire class, or the rest of the day, or the rest of the week. Hermione was as sympathetic as she could be, she could at least see how this was affecting me. Harry was so blissful, and it was starting to get to me. I was getting frustrated that he could be so happy when I was so miserable, it just didn't seem like him. I couldn't catch Draco's eyes during class or in the corridors, a glimpse would give me hope that we could still be together.
It was a boring Potions class when I finally got a break to talk to Draco. I was preparing to work with Harry when Snape cut us off.
"I've been far too generous with you, I think I'll pick who your partners are today. Potter, how about you work with Goyle and Marks you work with Malfoy." A sinister look came across his face when he knew he would be causing some level of chaos. Draco sighed in annoyance as he gathered his books and settled down next to me. He sat as far away from me as possible and stared at his book, determined not give me any attention. I decided to just start making the potion, deciding to try some sort of conversation when things settled down. There was a 20 minute wait until we could add the next ingredient when I decided to try some conversation.
"Can you just talk to me about this?" I whispered.
A flash of annoyance crossed his face, but he didn't say a word to me.
"Please, just look at me," I pleaded. I reached my hand over and put it on his thigh. He jumped in surprise and glared at me.
"Don't touch me," he spat.
"Let me explain, I miss you." Tears welled up in my eyes but I fought them back.
"Marks, pay attention or you both will receive detention," Snape said, glaring at the both of us. I picked up a bottle of unknown liquid and started pouring it into the cauldron.
"What are you doing?" Draco yelled. He grabbed my wrist and tried to stop me from ruining our potion but one drop managed to get in. The cauldron turned black, and before Draco could scramble to cover it up Snape was beside us.
"Careless work as usual, detention tonight for the both of you," he said. "Meet me here at seven tonight."
Despite it being detention, I couldn't be more excited. Alone time with Draco was exactly what I needed, I'd make him listen to me no matter what.
I headed down to Snape's dungeon that night, a pit in my stomach. I'd be spending more time with Draco tonight than I had since we broke up. I saw Draco walking behind me as I walked down the stairway.
"Draco, can I talk to you?" I asked, stopping to let him catch up to me. He fell in step beside me, but didn't say anything.
"Come on, Draco, you can't still be mad at me."
He stopped and I stopped beside him, my heart racing. He looked over at me and I smiled, I knew he would cave in eventually. Draco raised his hand and I braced myself for a gentle touch. He backed me against the wall, I guess my low cut shirt had worked after all. Then Draco took my arm and twisted it behind my back.
"Draco, that kind of hurts," I said.
He ignored me, and twisted it further up my back. I whimpered in pain, it felt like my shoulder was going to dislocate at any second.
"I don't love you, I don't want to be with you, I hate you. You need to get that through your head, we will never be together," he snapped. He was glaring into my eyes, a death grip on my wrist.
"Please, Draco, I...I love you," I cried, that had to soften him, I had never said that to anyone before.
Draco rolled his eyes and shook his head.
"Well I don't love you," he replied. It felt like someone had stabbed me in the chest, it killed me to be so rejected like that.
"Please, don't do this," I whispered. I didn't care how desperate I was being, I needed him to say that he takes it all back and that he loves me.
"Amy! Get it through your head, I hate you. Maybe if you hadn't chosen Potter over me we could've worked things out but you blew it. Let's just get this over with so I never have to talk to you again," he said. He released my arm and started walking towards Snape's office. I took deep breaths and followed him, trying not to release the tears threatening to come to the surface. In a few minutes I walked into Snape's office behind Draco.
"Tonight you will be going into the Forbidden Forest to collect the ingredients that you wasted earlier today. When you've collected everything return here," he said, barely looking up at us as he said it. He handed Draco the list and waved us out of his office. I peeked over at the list and groaned, the list was huge and looked like stuff that was pretty hard to find. We stopped as we approached the edge of the forest. I was getting nervous, I'd never been in the forest before, but having Draco made me feel a little better.
"I'll take this half, you take this half. I'm going to go this way and you can go that way, I don't want to have to babysit you all night," he said, tearing the parchment in half.
"Draco, I don't want to go in there by myself," I said.
"You have a wand, use it," he said sarcastically.
I watched him venture deep into the forest, not glancing back towards me. I reached into my pocket and withdrew my wand.
"Lumos," I whispered, and started walking into the forest.
I started collecting a few ingredients, venturing deeper and deeper into the forest. I saw no sign of Draco, but I could hear something rustling around behind me. I tried not to focus too much on it, but my heart was racing in my chest. I looked up at the patch of sky I could see through the dense trees and the moon illuminated my path. The moon looked to be nearly full, which didn't make me feel any better. I didn't come across any sort of animals on my way, which didn't feel normal. I'd never been in the forest, but I figured I'd come across some sort of creature besides myself. The sound of a twig snapping made me jump, swinging my wand to face behind me. Something was definitely there, I wish I could see what it was. I could hear something breathing heavily somewhere around me, my heart felt like it would break out of my chest.
"Draco? Is that you?" I whispered.
I saw someone or something walk forward towards me, their breathing heavy. They weren't attempting to be quiet anymore. I started to back away, I was trying to think of s spell to use, but nothing was coming to mind. I went blank, I could see that a person was walking closer and closer to me. They came within in the light of my wand and I saw a dirty man with large, yellow teeth. His hair was greasy, and he had a crazed look in his eyes. I had no idea who he was, but he was eyeing me like I was a piece of meat.
"Please, leave me alone," I whispered pathetically.
"Don't worry, little girl, this won't take long," he growled.
He came within a few paces from me. I could smell the stench of earth, and I could see the blood stains on his pointed teeth. He grabbed my wrist and dragged me towards him, the stench was so overpowering now. He brought my wrist up to his nose, smelling it. His tongue grazed my skin, it felt like he was tasting me.
"You taste so sweet," he said in a sadistic tone.
"Are you a werewolf?" I asked shakily. From this distance I could see his long, sharp nails and the wolf-like look in his eyes.
"You're a smart one, it's not the full moon but I still crave flesh,"
He pushed me down into the dirt and leaned over me. I turned my head and a tear streaked down my face. I didn't know where my wand had ended up, this felt like the end. If I lived I'd be cursed forever, and if I didn't...
He leaned down towards my neck, taking another smell from my skin. He licked his lips and bared his teeth. I felt a sharp nail graze my skin and I braced myself for the puncture.
"Fenrir!" I heard a voice call.
The teeth left my skin momentarily to look over to the right. A woman and a boy were walking towards us, I felt a sense of relief flood through me.
"I found a midnight snack," he growled.
"Come on, Fenrir, you weren't even supposed to be here until next week you don't need to eat some poor animal," I heard a familiar voice say.
"Draco, help me!" I shouted.
"Shh, he won't save you," Fenrir said, covering my mouth.
I looked up desperately at him, but he wouldn't meet my eyes. He looked nervous, like he didn't want to be here with these people. More tears fell from my eyes as I whined to get Draco's attention.
"If you don't shut it I won't make it quick."
I closed my eyes and waited for the end.