Narrator's P.O.V~

Chapter Twenty-Five

Sulking behind the numerous volumes of shabby textbooks and crumpled up worksheets, Amber Charlton had felt that she laxed the concentration in one of her Astronomy question sheets.

"Grr, this is not right at all," she grumbled, ripping up the parchment and start all over again. Nevertheless, the issue about Malfoy giving her the cold shoulder treatment had resurfaced in her brain. "I knew I shouldn't have said something!" she frowned, replaying on what happened on that afternoon.

This simple warmness that had enveloped tight around her had dissolved within seconds to see that he, Draco had stood up and away from her. Didn't know exactly what to do, she's still on the floor while her eyes reeled fast to read the situation without breaking any eggshells. However, she couldn't take it any longer and finally asked...

"What's going on?"

Malfoy didn't say anything. In fact, he just coldly stared at her with red-bloodshot eyes. Amber retracted her question and felt something sharp in her stomach. She meekly looked down while trying to gnaw the inside of her mouth.

Finally, after some tense couple of minutes, Malfoy had said;

"Why would you like to know?"

"Huh? Um...well-" said Amber, caught off guard.

"Exactly-You're just poking around to stuff that doesn't need to be poked around,"

"I-I wasn't-"

"And you get the twisted fun out of it, don't ya?!"

"What twisted fun? How is whatever you're going through is anyway fun?"

"Tch, whatever you call it, you still interfering and putting your nose in it like some sodden Niffler,"

Amber scoffed. "Niffler? Draco your insults are off,"

"Well, I can't call you a bitch without setting off a landmine,"

"You just called me one?"

"Shit," Draco had muttered. "Seriously, why are you being more of a jerk than usual?!"

"Jesus, so many Questions-tchh, forget this!"

Fuming, Malfoy snubbed her off and left before Amber could follow him if it wasn't the choice of clothing, she was wearing...

And within the past two days, Amber thought of keeping the distance would do him good. However, she got a bit paranoid and went to keep in touch by sending letters.

That didn't help and that tensed up her worriedness a lot more. She wanted to confront him but, in her mind, she knew it would make him angry.

"Grr, I shouldn't even care that much...all he did was cause me trouble," she pouted. Giving up on refreshing her mind with knowledgeable information on passing her OWLs, she packed up a few things and would make her way towards the entrance.

This was stopped however when she heard someone calling her name. Her soft but tired brown eyes had turned towards the white-blonde figure.

Amber had noticed how out of breath and disorderly he is. She can even see a few sweat droplets over his pale forehead. However, all of this charade didn't really change the fact that The Draco Malfoy is an unforgivable prat.

"What do you want," she leered, looking towards the dreary hills outside the window.

"I-I-I...um,"

"You-you what?" said Amber, mimicking him. "hah, I deserve that," Malfoy chortled ashamedly. Amber wasn't even going to humour him. No. She just narrowed her eyes.

"Look...I know what I done isn't great-,"

"Isn't Great!" Amber shouted before she got scolded by Madam Pince. "Unacceptable noise!" Pince hissed, showing Amber the door with slight force for a spry old lady.

Disgruntled, she left the corridor hastily but was still chased down by him...

She was caught in surprise to see that Draco had appeared in front of her. She slipped past him, giving the cold shoulder treatment even if it drove him to talk with himself.

"Please don't be like this!" he begged.

"I can be who I'd like to be, Malfoy," she strode angrily.

The purpose of Amber using Draco's last name had cut him painfully. However, he's going to kill himself later for this but...

"I'M SORRY!" Draco yelled.

Incredibly, Amber stopped in her tracks...although, she did not turn around when he caught up in a safe distance. When she finally did, her brown eyes grow dark and cold. "Tchh, you're not apologising properly-usually you knew when you're a jerk when ya do,"

"Grr, it's just hard...okay-I didn't really mean to hurt you-"

"Well, you did rather try to get in a lame argument with me than tell me something you're going through, huh-I'm not stupid, y'know,"

"I can't-I seriously can't,"

"Then just be honest, you arse-ow," The burn on her wrist had ignited whilst Amber bared with the pain for two measly seconds. Draco was about to reach for her hand but he resisted.

"Am-Charlton, um-I'm really sorry but I can't explain properly about the reason of-are you okay Amber?"

"Ugh-son of a git..."

"Stop risking it, Charlton,"

Amber gave a wry laugh and wiped her eyes. "Well, it's okay you can't properly explain to me yet-I can wait until you do,"

"Wait-so does this mean-we're okay?"

"Hmm, no not yet-I'm still cheesed off with you,"

"Ugh, C'mon I don't how much I should apologise!"

"Then we're not mutual then-See you around," Amber shrugged, walking away, now lost in the sea of azure clad robes...

"Why didn't you make up properly for!?" Her best friend gaped, hands already dropped by her sides. Sitting miserably in her bedroom corner, Amber didn't respond quick enough and said;

"He doesn't look that concerned or relieved than I would be if the water was now over the bridge,"

"But...but he ran-"

"Still not a good enough gesture...He didn't know how much hurt I felt when he didn't give me any reply to my letters or care..."

"Is it better late than never? Maybe he had a reason or-"

"Let's face it...I care so much that its practically one sided-"

"Amber-"

"Whatever you were rooting for, G... It's unlikely to happen,"

Amber sighed deploringly from her arm chair and look up from the bay window with sad eyes.

Back in the Slytherin bed chamber had stood a very sad male, peering through unread letters of Amber's desperate and close to heart-breaking plea. He read the words over and over again.

"I'm sorry Draco, I shouldn't have interfered but please...please...just talk to me-"