If I Let You Go
"How long are you going to just sit there," Blaise said in a disgusted voice to him friend, who was mindlessly laying down on the couch. "You're starting to be a bum, Draco, mate. And frankly, you are being a pain in my bum."
"Whatever," mumbled Draco, not lifting his eyes from the page of the book that was in his hands. It was obvious Draco was not reading. The book was upside down.
Noticing this, Blaise said, "Oh, I wasn't aware you could read upside down! My, do you have super powers or something?"
"It's called 'magic', Blaise," was the reply Blaise got.
Blaise sighed, grievingly and dropped down to the seat adjacent to Draco. "You are a big, fat, mess! God, you don't even…even clean your own room anymore!"
"I clean my space just fine."
"Oh, really, mate?" Blaise rushed out of the room and quickly came out with a basket.
Glancing up, Draco asked, "What's that?"
Without a word, Blaise dumped all its contents on Draco. "These are your plastic and paper wastes, mate. I mean, really. You have magic. At least use it!"
"Don't feel like it."
"Why not?"
"I just don't."
"Argh!" Blaise grabbed the book from his hands and with the most care in the world…tossed it in the fireplace. "For the love of Granger!" That became a recent term. "You are…as filthy as a homeless muggle! You aren't the least bit presentable," -he gestured to the wrinkled clothes and hair- ", and you are always in the foulest moods!"
"Well, what do you expect from me?" Blaise felt as if that question wasn't directed to him.
"Get your act straight. You need to pack up. You're going to the Malfoy Manor this break. You're not staying here."
"And why can't I, dear friend? Cause you tell me to?"
"You're not staying here because I heard Granger's going to stay here for the break and I don't want you cornering her like a sick dog."
Draco's brows scrunched. "Like I would."
"You would. Believe me, mate."
"I've given up on that bloody witch," said Draco, keeping his eyes on the ceiling. He never noticed how complicated the tiny details were. "She's too damn complicated," he said softly.
Blaise shrugged. "So what. She rejected you a few times-"
"A FEW!" Draco sat up quick. "She wouldn't even look at me! And I tried for practically a month, Blaise! That was long enough. Now, I'm the one that's done and tired."
"Back to square one, you are. You're the same as you were back when this entire thing started."
Draco slowly sat up. "Beginning?…No, this… none of this would have happened if I never made that bet, you know!"
"That may be true."
"If you never even suggested it, it most positively wouldn't have!"
"Ah, but that's not how the course of nature decided to go, now did it?" Blaise said, shrugging.
Draco's jaw locked. "Blaise…tell me why you even brought up a bet?"
"Why should I say?"
"I'm currently being compared to a bum from you. Shine some light on the subject and maybe I'll clean up."
Blaise gave him a look. "My head's full of doubt, mate." Then, he sighed. "Fine, but it won't be as legit as you may expect it to sound."
"Actually," Blaise said, stretching his arms across his body. "I had no real motive other than to see you make a joke of yourself. I wanted you to fail, but really, what could I have lost? Money? Pride? Nothing really, right? Well, as for you, Draco, it couldn't have been said the same. You were one of those guys that…had things to lose and you didn't even know it. So I thought it may be fun watch you stumble upon yourself."
"So…you thought it'd be funny to be like this!"
"Oh, no! If I knew you'd be like this, I would've kicked myself for the very idea back then." Blaise stopped stretching and made himself comfortable in a chair. "But, what can you do now? It's not like you can change time."
"Change time…?" Draco said, slowly. "I guess no -wait." He looked at Blaise. "It's not completely impossible."
"Hmm? What is?" Blaise asked. It seemed like he drifted off for a second.
"Going back in time. So Hermione never would have found out about the entire thing."
Blaise inwardly groaned. "Aw, now, mate, that's not doing anything and especially Hermione any justice!"
"Then I'll just not make that bet."
"How? Are you going to kidnap the old me? Your old self? Be like, 'Hey! I'm you from the future! Whatever you do, don't make a bet, 'kay?'? Bad things happen to wizards who mess with time, mate. Don't fall into the same trap only fools would actually get caught in."
"I messed with time once, I'll be fine," replied Draco, with an absolute face.
"You know how you listen to me sometimes and sometimes not?" Blaise asked. "This time, it's one of those times that you do need to listen to me."
"Blaise, I listened to you and I let you convince me into entering that regretful bet."
Blaise's eyebrows arched. He crossed his arms and legs together. "Regretful? You think that finally meeting your match and ideal girl is something to regret?"
"Yes!" Draco replied, though he was hesitant. Did he really think that ever loving Granger was…a mistake?
Draco got up and stood. "I'm going to go back and change all of this. It's too troublesome to even bothering pulling the pieces back together."
"With hard work comes great success, you know."
"No. I don't know."
'Now…how the bloody heck am I going to get in that dorm!' Draco thought to himself, while walking and dropping sweat beads down his face. 'The password probably change due to the privacy insecurities of that Weasley kid. Tch.'
Like everyone in the school, Draco knew what was said. Word spread fast that Ron had been made Head Boy. Ninety-nine point ninety-nine percent of the students cheered and glorified him for replacing Draco Malfoy. Most thought that Dumbledore had finally come to his senses and had Draco forcibly step down from his position, but Draco was the only one that knew the real scenario other than Blaise.
After those failed attempts to reconcile with Hermione had failed, it had made Draco bitter. The rejections were like no other rejections he had gotten in his entire life. Unlike those others, they pierced through those walls he had built around himself and actually hit him. Right in his central core. After he had given up, he stopped sleeping in the Head Boy and Girl dorm to avoid having any type of encounters with Hermione. He wouldn't look at her, talk to her, or even acknowledge her presence. She became the unseen ghost of his life.
The situation got to a point where being Head Boy meant nothing to him anymore. It wasn't like before where he had gotten pride and glory from the title. It was worthless. Immediately, it had become a burden and Draco felt like this burden was a wall that kept closing in. To him, no amount of spells or charms could lift this burden that would always be at the back of his mind.
And so he left. He dropped by Dumbledore's office one morning, before kids even started assembling in the Hall, slapped that Head Boy badge onto Dumbledore's desk, and resigned from his position. Next thing Draco knew, Ronald Weasley was made Head Boy a week later. Fate must've hated him.
Draco stopped in front of that painting that guarded the entry way to the Head Boy and Girl's dorm. The man took a while to notice Draco below him, but eventually did.
"Oh! It's you again," the man said in a tone that was less than amused. "What is it that you want? What's your business here?"
"I uh…,"Draco ran his fingers through that rugged hair of him and tried to be casual about his 'situation', "forgot some of my things when I…left and Hermione said that I could come by and get them."
"Oh really?" The man said, skeptically. "I don't know…"
"Come on," Draco said, looking up at the painting. "It'll take only a few minutes. I need to get them. I've got family valuables in there."
"Should I trust you?" The man asked. "I mean, you aren't Head Boy here anymore so… Well…" The man let out an exasperated sigh. "I guess. But if you're in there a long time, I'm going to Dumbledore's office and reporting you."
'Report me for what?' Draco thought. But he shrugged that thought away and went into the dorm. With the slam of the door, he looked around. All the feelings of home surrounded him…like he belonged there…But in the end, he knew he didn't anymore. Quickly, he got back to his priorities and walked to the front of Granger's room.
Lifting a hand, he grabbed the handle of the door and pushed. 'Tch.,' Draco thought. 'Leaving the door unlocked, are you Granger? Perhaps getting to comfortable with that charm put on your room.' Then a quick thought crossed Draco's mind that involved Weasley. Though it angered Draco, he knew he couldn't do anything about it and, hell, it wasn't his business, but he sure as hell wished it was.
With ease, Draco then transformed into his animagus form and entered Hermione's room, which looked all the same. Perfectly neat and organized just like that brain of hers.
Draco returned back to his human form and straightened out his tie. He didn't even need to look around or even investigate to find the item he was looking for. Straight as a stick was his destination. Without hesitation, Draco strode over to Hermione's desk. It was organized and nothing laid astray. Unlike the time before, the object was not there, lying in the open.
Draco had a thought that she had returned it, but decided not to jump into quick assumptions. His eyes quickly searched for other hiding places for the object he sought for. Finally, he found a handle. He pulled it and it opened a drawer on the desk that Draco never even knew was there. But one thing he knew for sure was that he found what he was looking for. In the drawer, was his objective. It was his motive for going in Hermione's room. In the drawer laid his good 'ole friend…the time-turner.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews! Well appreciated!
Coolgems1630: It's okay. Sometimes the story title's TITLE is just my basic feeling for the chapter itself. Sometimes it's the Chapter Title's song LYRICS that get me.
Kricket777: Thanks -_- I feel safe now?
Sugaqueen: This chapter may have been a disappointment? :/ Maybe :]
PinkeyPatel95: Well, just because you're a bad kid or don't have the best grades doesn't mean you cant be a head. James Potter was like…oh idk rotten? But he was still a good kid and managed to become a Head Boy! Besides, wasn't Ron like a prefect? If so, that'd pretty much qualify him on my watch :]
To anyone who was shocked/surprised/taken back by the unexpected twist: oh COME ON -_- you probably knew it was going to happen! Lol. Well I read this other fanfic, I forgot the name, and Draco was uhh…kidnapped or something by the dark lord and someone replaced him and it made me sad…so I wanted YOU to feel sad.. :] sadistic.
PS: Sorry for typos/misspellings or wrong word choice (than what I intended)! I had no time to proof read! Please excuse!
Again thanks!
Oh? You want to know about my life right now? WELL!
I feel totally and completely depressed once I enter my geometry class BECAUSE I get made fun of by this JUNIOR who's basically my ELBOW BUDDY. I accidentally did ALL of the assigned hw for a section when we were only suppose to do 1-15 and he laughed, called me weird, told his friend, who then proceeded to called me a RETARD….
BUT ITS OKAY! I managed not to scream "GO GET YOURSELF SOME FUCKING PROACTIVE!"
Cause I don't like to degrade people cause I know they're going to degrade me :/ Man, it took GUTS not to cry. -_- He called me dumb for having ROLE MODELS… do all Freshman get treated this way -_-? Or is it just me?
-R&R
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