So I felt like writing again and I know its such a shock, You: Gurl it's about dam time you start updating regularly, yo shit takes foreva ! Alright so this chapter is a bit sad :'( sorry but It has to be done I mean it wouldn't be very interesting if everyone just got along all the time now would it. So hopefully I get some reviews this time (Please!) As always I love yo faces and I hope yo enjoy this chapter.
He has managed to show me all but one of my classrooms in record time. The last stop on the list was the greenhouse, where my Herbology class would be taking place.
"Were going to the greenhouse next. Might I ask why your taking Herbology when you're a 6th year?" he questioned. Our arms were no longer linked and the distance between us was much greater then it had been that morning, I figured it was because he didn't want the other students that were now out and about the castle to get the idea that were anything but enemy's.
"Why does everyone keep asking me that?" I sighed annoyed.
"Because it's not what one would usually take in their 6th year of school. Now answer my question." he demanded sinking back into the rude ways of a Malfoy.
"I just have an interest in it that's all" This was the lie I had told to Ron, so I figured I should just stick with it, rather then making up another one and having to keep up on which lies I had told to whom. He just nodded wordlessly in response, and a sudden awkward silence filled the air.
"So…" I racked my brain trying to think of something to say. "Where too after the greenhouse?" I asked slightly nervous.
"Well you can go off and do whatever you please, I've got things I have to tend too." he spoke without looking at me. Ever since Draco had spotted other people in the hallways of Hogwarts he had fallen right back into being an enormous pain in my ass. Even though I expected him to act like a jerk in front of everyone else it still bothered me that he was treating me like I was beneath him, and I knew it was something that I would never get used too, because I couldn't help but feel that that was how he truly felt.
Even earlier that day when he was being… for lack of a better word, lets call it nice (although pushing someone to the ground on several occasions in not nice in the slightest) It still seemed as if he was doing me a favor by trying to be my friend, I just hoped that I could change the way he felt about me ( and the way he looked at people in general) This is going to be a long, hard, and tiring task (Don't even think that way you pervs) Why of all people did Dumbledore have to pick me to do this. Those thought ran through my mind the entire time I was with Draco, and I even considered giving Draco the old fuck you finger then booking it back up to the Gryffindor tower. But then I remembered what Dumbledore had told me.
"And what if decline, and decide to go home?" I asked curiously. A look of shame and sadness washed over his wrinkled face.
"Then we might all be doomed to die."
I shook the chilling memory away, then realized how long I had been quiet for, and that we were right outside the greenhouse door.
"So what sort of things do you have to tend too?" I finally spoke "More summer homework?" I put air quotes around summer homework to show that I still wasn't buying the bullshit that he was trying to sell me.
"Exactly" He sneered, not letting my disbelief in his story affect the cold look on his face.
"So your still not going to tell me what your really doing?" I decided to take my chances with a more direct approach.
"I just did" I could tell that he was trying to keep his cool, but it was a bit obvious that I was upsetting him, and I should have done the smart thing and just dropped it.
But as you all know Hermione is the smart one not me.
"No you told me a lie. I would like to know the truth."
"Honestly Olivia, do you not remember the conversation we had last night! Just drop it and CLEAR OFF!" he yelled directly into my face, furry burning in his eyes. He stomped off back towards the castle. Wow I'm awful at this making friends thing… well I'm awful at making friends with bi-polar bleach blondes that is, since everyone else here seems to show no distain for me (if you don't count Parvati that is) I thought after seeing a furious Draco get closer the castle. The sight of him leaving me all alone again made my blood boil.
"Well excuse me for caring! And where the hell do you think your going?" I tried to catch up to him. At that exact moment it started to rain, which in my opinion made everything worse.
"No one asked you to care Olivia!" He shouted from over his shoulder, droplets of water flying from his now dripping wet hair as he snapped his head forward. "And you answer your question I'm trying to get as far away from your annoying arse as possible!" The now soggy and very infuriated boy continued his march into the castle.
"Oh yea Malfoy just leave me here alone again, run away cause that solves everything now doesn't it!" I sped after him, now drenched, but despite the cold rain the whipped against me my skin was hot with rage. "Malfoy Stop!" I yelled to him as I got closer. I put my hand on his shoulder roughly and spun him to face me.
His face showed no emotion. His eyes were hard as they stared into mine. His mouth, closed in a tight line.
"What do you want from me" he said lowly thru his closed teeth, the sad tone of his voice not matching the emptiness of his facial features.
"Just talk to me…" I replied in a calm and reassuring manner. All signs of anger no longer detectable in my voice. "I'm trying so hard." I said as if I didn't understand why he was making everything so difficult.
"For what? What in Merlins name are you trying so hard to do?" A tinge of sadness and a small look of pleading entered his eyes, almost as if he wanted someone to tell all of his darkest fears and memories to, but his foolish Malfoy pride and 'family business' wouldn't let him.
"I told you. I can see that you need help, But I can't help you if you keep resisting." I brushed the wet hair that was now sticking to my forehead back and off of my face.
"I'm a Malfoy… I shouldn't need help. Especially from someone like you." was all he said.
"Come on you can't really believe all that Slytherin against Gryffindor bullshit can you. Do you really think any of that matters out in the real world, it's just selfish schoolboy games, and you should know that by know." I took a small pause to make sure he was really listening to what I was saying. "And all that I'm a Malfoy and we don't need help from anyone! bullshit you keep throwing at me, it's obviously not true because guess what?" He looked at me like he generally didn't know "You are a Malfoy, and you do in fact need help with whatever it is that your going thru. So I suggest you let me help you before it's too late." I gave him a bit of tough love but by the end of my little speech my tone had turned into a much softer and kinder one.
Luckily we were sort of in our own little dark corner so the jumble of student didn't notice our little exchange.
"Why me? There are so many better and more deserving people who could use a friend. Why are you trying to save me." I racked my brain for things to say that would be truthful and not give way to Dumbledore's plan. But the truth is, in that moment I wasn't doing it for the sake of the plan. I don't know if it was the pouring rain, the dark corner of the castle or the pleading look in Draco's eyes, but something made me want to save this boy, because I knew that he could be something so much better then what he was settling for.
I took a deep breath before speaking.
"The fact that you think that you are undeserving of a friend only confirms that you need one, and that you do in fact deserve one, and I guess… well I want to be the one to help you." His eyes softened just for a second before he became defensive.
"How can I trust you? How do I know that this isn't some plan thought up by dear old Potty head to make me look like a fool?" the words poured quickly from his mouth, while his eyes burned the memory of this moment into my mind.
"You don't. You just have to decide for yourself." was all I could think to say. His eyes finally left mine, probably so I wouldn't see his conflicting emotions that I was sure would be clear now.
A few moments passed and I just stared at him. Waiting for him to speak. He didn't say a word, he just slowly backed away from me (Which made me realize how close we were) Then faster then I expected, he forcefully pushed past me and headed down the stairs towards the Slytherin dorms.
I didn't bother going after him that time. It was over, and frankly I had had enough of Draco Malfoy for one day. I stood there waiting for a few minutes, just to make sure that I wouldn't have to see him again, then silently emerged from the dark corner and into the dimly lit corridor.