A/N: Me: Aaaaand...I'm back after (thankfully) awakening to a Draco-less room (I'm afraid i'll pass out again).
Sakura: Idiotface! HE updated it! .
Me: OMG! HE TOUCHED THESE VERY KEYS? *passes out...again*
Sakura: *kicks jenna*
Me: *doesn't wake up*
Sakura: Weeeeelll...Here's a sorta filler chapter...Like who RIa is and all...
Me: *blinks eyes groggily* huh?...oh yeah..and here's a BIG shoutuot to my bestest best internet-friend in this whole wide world...MAYA! Yes...Niveria's um...other name is my besty's first...lol...
Sakura: Okay yeah whatever...now-
Me: WAIT Sakura! To all my lovely readers out there PLEASE check out her stroy coz she's got styyyle! :D /fan_fiction/novel/ashenhartkrie/ro-ravenclaw
Sakura: *Rolls eyes* yeah and NOW ythe stroy WILL go on *pushes jenna off the computer so that she can update the darn thing*

14. Ria

Niveria's P.O.V

"Wh-what are you doing in my bed?" I stammered, scooting as far away from Draco as was possible. His eyes noticeably narrowed as he said

"Yeah, and good morning to you too"

Heck, this wasn't a bad morning; it was the worst morning in my whole life! How the hell did one of the most gorgeous guys in the whole of Hogwarts, not to mention one of the most spoilt brats of the century, end up sleeping next to me in my bed? I didn't remember a thing about last night except that…nightmare; that horrible memory repeating itself over and over again. And of course my morning dream. They said that morning dreams often came true. I hoped fate would make an exception.

I glanced at Draco and found that he had turned his head away from me, giving me an excellent view of his perfect, unscarred face and strong jaw line.

I slapped myself mentally for that comment.

He seemed immersed in his thoughts. My gaze dropped down to is shirt, which was crumpled as though someone had grabbed it and didn't let go. My instinct told me that that someone happened to be me.

I sighed as I thought about today morning. Somehow he made me feel…safe; like nothing would harm me when he was there with me. I looked up at him once again and found him smirking. Uh oh.

"Ria?"

It was more of a question than a statement but either way it froze me. I knew my eyes had widened to twice their size but I didn't care. How could he have known? I was immobilized. One word had done that. Ria. A small tear escaped my eyes and before I could wipe it or hide my face Draco was there in seconds.

"I-I'm sorry, Niveria. I didn't mean to touch a…a sensitive topic." Tears were flowing freely now and I made no effort to stop them. Ria. My little Ria. He shh-ed me and whispered soothing words. I cried some more and then stopped, a little abruptly, when I heard a voice, a voice full of disdain.

"Cry away Niveria…I don't give damn." Pansy's frame blocked the doorway of my room "But I do give a damn about Dracie, who you're currently wetting with big alligator tears" she sneered and then replaced the disgusted look on her face with a smile in honor of 'Dracie'. Moving in for the kill, she sat on my beanbag waiting for one of us to move. I began pulling away from Draco but he held me tighter than ever. I drew a little courage from that and shot back

"Get up, get out and get lost, Pug-face" I dared look at her face. It was hilarious! Her nose had flared out and her face was red. Draco chuckled and I glanced up at him. Maybe he wasn't so bad after all. Pansy was still fuming but she made no effort to move from my room. I sighed and Draco let me pull away as I said to her in a bored voice

"Move Pansy, he's not coming. He never will." I shocked myself with those words and I imagined Draco was too. Pansy began looking uncomfortable as she fidgeted on my beanbag. I sighed again as I continued

"Anyhow, isn't it rude to intrude on people's privacy? Haven't your parents taught you to, oh I don't know…knock? Anyways" I stretched as I got off the bed and pulled the bean bag from underneath her. I knew how mean I was being but hey, it's my room, it's my guy and it's my darn beanbag! "you're unceremoniously dirtying my beanbag with your stupid Parkinson butt" I whispered into her ear. That scared her as much as it scared me and she turned and ran out of the room.

I felt giddy and slid to the floor and onto my knees. Strong hands lifted me up and put me back on the bed. With a weak flick of my arm I closed the door again and looked up. The words I had said to myself rang in my head. My Guy? What was I thinking? Draco smirked and said

"I didn't know you had it in you"
I looked up and smiled weakly at him as I said "Yeah, neither did I"

He grinned and stoked my hand absentmindedly as he stared at me. My crumpled bed sheets suddenly held plenty of interest.

"Ria was my sister."

Draco looked surprised at me saying this and although it hurt to say more I couldn't bring myself to stop. I took a deep breath and continued,

"I and Ria were twins. Only one thing set us apart: magic. She was" I couldn't bring myself to say the word, couldn't bring myself to think of Ria like that. I swallowed thickly and resumed again "a sq-squib. My mother didn't think of her as a burden or a dishonor to the family name. Neither did my father. We didn't really care either way. Ria didn't, I didn't. I used to amuse her with my magic and she never used to say anything about not having powers herself, except maybe laugh when I did funny things with my powers" I smiled at the memory. "We were incredibly close and it was a blow when I didn't have her" I took a deep breath and stared at the crumpled sheets again as I said "She…died". Somehow, I felt that I could trust him, trust him with all my burdens. No. No! What was I thinking? This wasn't Kapila or Harry or even Ria for that matter. This was Draco Malfoy. I stopped after that detail and heaved myself off the bed.

Draco caught my hand and pulled me back down. I hesitated but he firmly held me by the waist. Burying his face in my hair he whispered in my ear

"You can trust me, Niveria."

That was it! I pulled away from Draco and defiantly ignored his feeble attempt to pull me back by my wrist. I stomped into the bathroom, raging supposedly. I just pushed him away. The little love plant that had taken root inside my heart ever since he touched me had stretched further, its roots encroaching into the places of my heart I had reserved specially for those I…I loved.

With the bathroom door firmly shut, I curled up on the counter and buried my head in my knees.

I'd never cried so much in one morning before.

Except when she died.

She died.