So I wrote thing on a sticky keyboard so forgive me if a few letters are missing in some parts. Big thanks to LovableAmethyst129 and Maria Isabell for their lovely reviews. You guy are the reason why this is soooo long! Oh and my favorite musician Lights just came out with a new song. Go check it out it's called 'Everybody Breaks A Glass' by lights, alrighty? I'm so stoked on this song; I've listened to it like 32 times. So as always I love yo faces and I hope you enjoy this chapter :D
After lunch our group (Me, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Seamus, Neville, Dean, and Ginny) headed back to the common room. We all just talked and laughed, and I got to know everyone a bit better. I made fun of Seamus, Harry poked fun at Ron, and we all had a grand time together, until we all realized that we were going to be late for dinner.
"And that's why they call me the exploding wizard." Seamus finished his story as I entered the Great Hall for the second time that day.
Dinner went by quickly. It was filled with stories of spells gone wrong, past Quittage games, and Seamus shamelessly flirting with me. We ended up staying later then the other students by accident; we were all too wrapped up in our own little world to realize that we were the only students left in the hall.
I looked up from the group of laughing Gryffindors to see the empty hall.
"Guys what time is it?" I frantically asked, thinking of an angry Draco sitting alone in the Room of Requirement.
"It's 7:52." Dean Thomas spoke up from beside me.
"Frick on a stick, I've got to go!" I leaped from my seat only to trip over it and fall to the floor with a loud yelp.
"Olivia calm down. What's got you all barmy?" Dean asked while he and Ron helped me off the ground.
"No time to explain! I've got to go, see you all later." I sped out of the hall as fast as I could. I soon heard footsteps pounding behind me.
"Olivia! Where are you rushing off too?" Harry yelled as he got closer. He quickly captured my arm and spun me to face him.
"It's Malfoy…" I said nearly out of breath "He wants to talk with me… I have to meet him… in five minutes." I managed to squeak out in between breaths.
"Well what are we waiting for, let's move." He grabbed onto my hand and pulled me up the stairwell.
"Harry what are you doing? You don't even know where to go!" I pulled my hand out of his, nearly falling back down the stairs, luckily Harry saved me before I could fall.
"I'm going to get my invisibility cloak and go with you. I know he's up to something, I need to be there." He gripped my shoulders with his hands, desperately wanting me to let him come along.
"No, you can't be there!" I nearly yelled, talking the young wizard off guard. I didn't want Harry there, I knew that I wouldn't be able to lie as well if he was in the room, I didn't think that Harry could control himself if Draco started to bad mouth him or any of his friends, and I wasn't sure if Dumbledore would want Harry to be there, actually I knew for a fact that Dumbledore wouldn't want Harry there.
"Why not?" He ask suspiciously.
"Because… It would be strange; I wouldn't be able to act normal. Draco would know something was up, he would leave, and Dumbledore would be mad that I failed at being Draco's friend." I explained to the wide eyed young man.
Harry stood there for a few seconds thinking over what I had just said.
"Fine." He agreed, but his eyes told a different story. I could tell that he didn't fully like the idea of staying behind, but I hoped that he would go with it regardless. "I won't go, but just be careful. I know he's up to something." He looked deeply into my eyes as he warned me.
"I'll be carefully Harry, but I can assure you there's no danger, you have nothing to worry about. I can handle the ferret." I put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. A few moments passed and we were still standing like that.
"Olivia." Harry spoke up.
"Yes?"
"Don't you need to be somewhere?" It took me a few seconds "Olivia GO!" he yelled with a friendly smile on his face. Then laughed at me as I desperately climbed the steps, tripping over a few (okay more than a few)
Before I went any further I turned around to see that Harry, he was still standing in the same spot I had left him in, and I didn't trust it.
"You know if you follow me I'll sick Seamus on you then shove your wand where the sun don't shine." I threatened with a smile on my face.
He just laughed nervously, and then quickly retreated down the stairs. I smiled to myself; thinking about how amazing my new friends had been to me. I had only know Harry for a few days and he already care more for me then my own stepdad. (I know I've said that a lot but I really couldn't believe how much these people cared for me, and how much I cared for them)
Then that white haired prick ran through my mind and I went back to running like my life depended on it.
I didn't stop running until I saw the familiar door materialize in the once bare wall. I opened the cumbersome door slowly and stepped inside.
The room was similar to how it looked the day before, only this time it was better furnished and the small fireplace had been replaced with a much grander one.
"Draco?" I hesitantly called into the room once I had the door closed.
"You're two minutes late." He grimly stated from the large plush couch that sat in front of the roaring fireplace.
"Oh wow two whole minutes, how will you ever forgive me?" My words were drenched in sarcasm. He didn't reply, he only moved off the couch over to where I was standing.
"So what would you like to talk about?" I asked as he swayed nervously in front of me. I could tell he felt out of place and anxious, even though his mask of seemingly unflappable detachment was in place his body language gave him away.
He kept fidgeting, and sliding his thumbs across his other fingers eagerly.
"I don't know; just let me think on it for a moment." This was a rare moment with Draco. A time when he actually acted his age. 16 year old boys aren't supposed to walk around with a sneer permanently glued to their face (That trait is best reserved for middle aged businessmen who aren't happy with their lot in life) they're not supposed to treat their friends like business partners and they're not supposed to be sure of themselves all of the time.
In this moment it was obvious that Draco wasn't very sure of himself at all.
In asking me there that night he had metaphorically handed over his power. The power that he had desperately tried to hold onto, the power that he made apparently clear in every single word he spoke, every step he took, and every move he made. That power was now mine.
I could have stood him up, making him look a fool, but because I didn't I had given him some hope of becoming powerful once again. But if I were to laugh in his face at something he confessed, or even just walked out on him, I would have taken all the power he had with me.
"Well I'm here when you ready." I broke through the invisible barrier that encased both out bodies in silence. I made my way slowly over to the couch, and sat myself down.
A few moments later I felt the couch shift a bit with the weight of another person.
"So there's this job." He started, looking into the crackling flames that casted a bright yellow light across his face. "My family thinks it to be a good job, a job that… if I take it, it would bring honor to the Malfoy name." He added slowly, choosing his words carefully as to not hint at what the "job" might entail.
"And you don't think it will?" I asked innocently.
"No, it's just… I don't think it's a job that… that I can do." He explained.
"Why don't you just… respectfully decline the offer?" I asked searching his face for any emotion. He chuckled lightly, glancing over at me, but he quickly returned his gaze to the flickering fire.
"I don't think a respectful decline will fly with him." He slipped up. If it wasn't before it was then blatantly obvious to me that the "job" was the task Voldemort had assigned him, and the person he was referring to was Voldemort himself.
"Who?" I asked already knowing the truth.
"Um… my father." He lied quickly. A few moments of silence passed before I got up the courage to speak again.
"So your family wants you to take a job that you don't feel is right… but if you don't he… "He gave me a look that said finish that thought "he, meaning your father will be angry with you." I made sure I had everything in order according to him.
"Yes." He returned to staring stoically into the fire.
"Well what if…" I started, his head snapped in my direction, his eyes begging for a solution to the predicament he was in.
I didn't know if I was doing the right thing by telling him what I did, but in that moment all I wanted to do was help him, and take his pain away.
"What if someone else took the job? Like what if someone better suited for it stepped in?" the small glimmer of hope that was visible in his eyes disappeared almost instantly.
"No. I was chosen for this. It has to be me." He said lowly.
Silence once again fell upon us.
"I wish I could help." I tried to show him I truly meant that and cared. I wished I didn't though. I wished that I had been acting the whole time, just trying to carry out Dumbledore plan like I should have been. But sadly I wasn't acting (well not 100% of the time anyway). I was like a little girl who had found a lost puppy. I knew the puppy wasn't and couldn't be mine, and that he would have to go at some point, but I got attached anyway. Because that's the type of person I am. I'm the girl who grows attached to the people who need me (even if they clearly don't want me). I care too much about the people I love (not that I loved Draco) and even though the bright red warning sign was flashing in my head, telling me that I was getting in too deep, I couldn't help but want to try and make my friendship with Draco real.
"It's alright. I really didn't expect you to be able to." He sighed, and then leaned back into the couch, closing his eyes.
"Then why did you ask me to come?" I wondered aloud.
"I'm not entirely sure. A small part of it might have been to shut you up." He joked and I chuckled lightly, a small smiled glued to my face.
"Well I'm glad you did." I uttered.
His head lifted from the back of the couch, his eyes that seconds before were closed were pouring into my own. He was searching for something, but for what I had no idea, but mere second later I guessed he had found it.
"Do you mind if we change the subject?" he asked, probably wanting to forget about the awful plight he was being forced into.
"Sure, what would you like to discuss?"
He sat awkwardly for a few moments until he thought of a suitable topic.
"Are you nervous about classes starting tomorrow?" he chose a subject that wasn't very deep and usually ends in more silence. It was a question that rarely got that conversational ball rolling.
"No not really." I lied, and apparently I lied badly.
"You're lying." He smiled wolfishly "You're nervous like hell is hot." His smile grew wider as the blood rushed to my cheeks.
"I'm just a bit worried that's all" I said embarrassed.
"What about?" he questioned.
"I'm worried I won't do well in my classes." I admitted sheepishly.
"Don't worry, you'll do fine. You are a pure blood after all." Crap not this shit again was the first thing I thought once the words left his mouth.
"What does that have to do with anything?" my once escalating happiness began to diminish rapidly.
"Everything. All the great witches and wizards are pure blooded, it's a fact." I could have smacked him right then and there. "Pure blood is just better in every way." He went on, which only added to the furry that was bubbling up inside me.
"That's a total falsity. Muggle born witches and wizards are just as magically inclined as pure blooded ones are." I argued (Dam Draco always has to ruin things with his blood talk.)
"Name one mudblood who would even have a chance of out dueling a pure-blood?" He smirked, thinking he had me.
"Do you really want to have this conversation?" I asked annoyed, not wanting to go down this road again. I just wanted the lost puppy back; I didn't want to have to deal with this prejudice doucher.
"By all means, I think its necessary Stone." He called me by my last name, with the same smirk still on his face.
"You asked for it. Hermione Granger." I used her as my example because she was the only Muggle born that I knew, everyone always went on and on about how smart she was, and I knew it would piss Draco off the most.
"That filthy little mudblood?" he spat out appalled. I couldn't take another second of his blind hatred. He was in for a pride obliterating bitch slap.
"What gives you the right! Looking down on people, for something that they have no control over!" I shot off the couch enraged. "Do you think muggle borns choose to be that way? Because I can assure you Draco that's not the way it works." He tried to interrupt me but I wouldn't have it. "How dare you say you're better than anyone else for simply lucking into something that shouldn't even matter. You could have been born a muggle born, or even just a plain old muggle, hell Draco you could have been born a god dam monkey!" My voice became louder as I dumped the truth on him. "I cut you, you bleed, just like everyone else." I spat strongly, standing firmly in place. Tears threatened the back of my eyes but I refused to let them fall, at least not in front of him. I would push the pain that he caused me down until I was alone and could let in out it some healthy way like crying my eyes out or eating 30 chocolate frogs.
He just sat there with a look of shock, and confusion, with a hint of anger across his face.
I could tell that was the first time anyone had ever explained the muggle born situation to him in that way.
I couldn't take being near him any longer. I had never met a person who made me feel so fragile and bipolar like Draco made me feel every time we sat down to talk. I needed to cry over the loss of my lost puppy, but I wouldn't let myself cry in front of him. I had to stay as strong as the words that I had just spoken.
"Goodnight Draco. Come and see me when you want to talk about something that isn't completely idiotic." And as quickly as those words had fallen from my mouth I was out of the Room and racing towards the safety of my bed and if they were up Harry, Ron, or Hermione's arms (Preferably Hermione, I didn't want Harry or Ron starting a fight) So I left Draco alone in a huff, his power resting in my pocket.
When I arrived the common room was completely silent. I guessed since classes were the next day that Hermione had probably forced everyone to bed early. Well almost everyone.
I noticed a black tuff of hair on the arm of the Gryffindor red sofa. I investigated further, leaning over the back of the sofa to see a sleeping Harry.
After a few seconds of arguing with myself about whether or not I should wake him, I decided that it was best if he woke up in his own bed instead of to the noise students that would surely be making their way in and out of the common room in the morning.
"Harry… oh Harry…. Wake up Potty head!" Nothing. I poked him in the side unceasingly. He stirred a bit but refused to open his eyes. "Harry get up. Don't you want to sleep in your own bed?" I heard a few incomprehensible groans fall from his lips.
"Leave me be Hermione, I told you I have to wait for Olivia to get back." He whined while rolling over so his face was pushed into the cushion of the couch.
I decided after a little thinking to try something I saw on a television show once. I just hoped that it wouldn't wake anybody else up.
I slowly crept closer to Harry's ear and prepared myself so he wouldn't shoot up into me and give me a fat lip.
"SHE'S STEALING YOUR PENSION!" I yelled into his ear. He flopped onto the floor with a muffled thud. I had to clutch my sides because I was laughing so hard.
"Olivia?" he adjusted his disheveled glasses "What's wrong with you?" Harry shouted. I was having a hard time controlling my laughter.
"It's not funny." He whined as he pulled himself from the floor and settled into the couch.
"It was pretty funny." I laughed some more before gaining control of myself and settling into the couch next to Harry. "So why were you waiting up for me? Jealous of me spending all my time with Malfoy?" I teased.
"Never." He quickly objected "I must have fallen asleep while waiting." He lamented while rubbing his tired eyes.
"Relax; I just got in a few seconds ago. So why were you waiting for me?" I asked again.
"Well I was hoping you could tell me what you two talked about. Since you wouldn't let me be there I figured the least you could do is tell me what happened." He said pretending to be offended by me not letting him come.
"Well earlier today he asked me about my blood status." I started.
"Well that's just rude." He jumped in.
"So is interrupting." I smiled sweetly as I chided him.
"Sorry, continue please." He blushed a bit embarrassed.
"Anyway I told him I was a pure-blood-" I was about to continue but Harry cut in again.
"You're a Pure-blood?" he seemed surprised. I gave him a stern look for interrupting me once again.
"Sorry, Sorry. Won't happen again I swear" he laughed embarrassed.
"So I told him I was pure-blooded and apparently he liked that. Anyways long story short tonight he just went on about how pure bloods make better wizards then muggle borns. It was unsettling."
"Ignorant git." He growled.
"Oh I didn't let him off easy. You should have seen his face after the tongue lashing I gave him. It was brilliant." I lied, putting on a brave face to make Harry think that I was alright, but just thinking about the things that were said and the way he acted made me want to cry…. Again.
Harry chuckled lightly beside me.
"Wish I could have seen it. So he didn't seem strange to you in any way. Was there anything that you would classify as… odd?" His tone immediately changed and he became more serious.
"Nope, the same old jerk of a Malfoy that we all know and hate." I lied easily, not knowing if Dumbledore would want me to say anything about the "job".
"Okay well-" He started, but I already knew what he was going to say.
"Yea yea I know, I'll tell you if anything changes." We both just smiled at each other.
"Well I'm tired." I hinted.
"Yes, we should probably go to bed. Don't want to be tired on the first day of classes." I nodded in agreement. "Well goodnight Olivia. He gave me a sort of half hug then went up the stairs to go to his own bed. He turned to ask me something before he went though. "Did you say you were gonna steal my pension?" he asked realizing what I had yelled at him to wake him up.
"Why Mister Potter I've no Idea what you talking about." I joked, we just smiled widely at each other, said our goodnights again, and before I knew it I was alone with nothing but my thoughts.
What do I do about Draco? How will I manage to keep up in my classes when I can't do any real magic? Will I be exposed as a muggle? What am I supposed to do when Harry asks about Draco again? How do I get back to my own home? Who can I truly trust? What the fuck is a nargle? All these thoughts raced through my mind and made me realize one thing. "I need to have a little chat with Dumbledore."
DAM! That was a long one, a lot of stuff went down and big shock, Draco was an ahole but don't worry I have something big coming up that you will like. Oh and bonus points if you can tell what Television show Olivia was referring to when she woke up Harry. Hopefully I get more ratings cause I WORKED REALLY HARD AND STAYED UP SO LATE.