Outside on the school grounds….
I'm sorry to tell this to you guys, but I may have go to just updating like once a week. It's the second semester of my senior year and I will not have all the time in the world. Also, I'm trying to work on my own story - which is really MY story :) - since I want to try to get published sometime soon. Plz bare with me. You all rock!
Disclaimer: Not mine
I hate chores….
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THE GRYFFINDOR GIRL AND THE SLYTHERIN SEEKER
DRACO
It was raining outside. Raining hard. It pelted me in the face and on my head. Mum had never let me out in the rain. Said I'd get sick. Right now, I really didn't care.
Potter-girl was walking back and forth in the rain frantically. She was already soaked. I took a step closer, but stopped when she spotted me. "Why the fuck are you following me, Malfoy?!" she snapped, her voice harsh from obviously crying.
"You'd do the same for me," I replied quietly.
"And you give a fuck about that?" Potter-girl screamed. She wasn't herself. In fact it was scary, the way she was acting. I approached her as she began to take off farther and took hold of her wrist.
"Potter-girl, you're being stupid."
"Shut up you fucking asshole," Potter-girl shouted in my face. "I do not need your pity!"
That's when I began to act a bit harsh with her. I grabbed her arms firmly. "Did you ever pity me?!" I yelled angrily. She turned away from me, so I shook her fiercely. "Did you?!"
"No-,"
"Then why should I pity you?"
Silently and slowly, she looked up at me, her face distorted with angry tears.
"Because I am a pathetic, whiny, half-blood little girl," she retorted, her voice rising. "Because I associate with Mudbloods and half-bloods, and I'm the sister of the Boy-Who-Just-Won't-Die! My parents died for the stupidest cause imaginable and one of my godfathers was a convicted criminal and the other is a fucking werewolf!" She sobbed, breathing heavily. "I'm not even worthy of pity."
She fell to her knees and cried, shaking uncontrollably. Then she shouted to the entire world, "I know they were never there…and I know they weren't my birth parents but…" She looked at me, her once fiery hazel eyes now doused with tears, "they were still my parents!"
I didn't like seeing her like this. I'd much rather have the cocky, confident, Potter-girl that pushed me into the lake. I could handle that. But this, I was clueless.
"I don't think you're pathetic," I heard myself say. "Or whiny. That's your brother."
"My brother," potter-girl said, now sounding very bitter. "I don't' want a brother anymore." She wrapped her arms around herself tightly. "I don't wan tot be a Potter anymore. Not if it's going to be like this!"
I fell down in front of her, actually feeling something. For once, I heard someone else wish the same thing I did. To be someone else. Anyone else.
"Now you know how I feel about being a Malfoy," I said slowly.
She looked up at me, soaking wet all over. Her hair looked like a red mush that dripped into her face. Her hazel eyes…were drowning….
She was drowning….
Suddenly, she threw her arms around me and sobbed wildly. I was taken aback for a moment, but then slowly put my arms around her. I wanted to do what she wanted to do for me. I wanted to help her. I pulled away a bit and looked into her eyes. I wanted to tell her it would be alright, but I knew I couldn't. I didn't think that when my mum died. Instead, I just kissed her forehead.
"Come on, Karry," I said helping her up off the ground. "I'll walk you to your common room." I told her that because I was worried. Yes, that was right; I was worried about Karry Potter. Maybe I just wasn't used to her crying yet. Or maybe seeing her helpless and broken like that, reminded me of my mother. And this time…I wanted to do something.
"You called me Karry," she said blankly, looking into my eyes. Wait, I did? Oh shit, I did. Oh well, can't be taken back now.
"Potter-girl takes to long to say," I replied as we began to walk. "You got a problem with it.
"No," she chimed with a grin. She took out my handkerchief from her pocket and started dabbing her eyes. She still had that thing? "Draco."
My heart gave a huge jolt when she said my name. Why did it do that for?
Uh-oh.
"I like Draco better," she said. "It suits you more."
Grrr! Quite that! I thought to myself as my heart jumped again.
Just admit it, that voice taunted.
Admit what?
That you don't just like her.
What are you talking about?
That you love Karry Potter
What the fuck! Deatheaters don't believe in love.
But are you really one of them?
"Draco, are you okay?" she asked, as we finally got out of the rain, shaking and shivering.
"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," I lied.
You should tell her, the voice continued.
No, you freak! I snapped.
So you do-,
Shut up!
"You're odd," Karry said, raising an eyebrow. That's right. I'm calling her by her first name now.
"You're one to talk," I replied simply.
I don't know what my psycho inner-voice was talking about. I couldn't tell Karry something like that. And it's not like it was true or anything.
As we arrived at her common room, she turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Whoa, surprise attack. I felt myself get into a daze when I was back staring into her lovely hazel eyes.
"Thank you," she said softly. I found myself smiling. I did that a lot around her.
"Any time," I replied. I started walking backwards and then turned. Why the fuck was this goofy smile on my face? What the fuck was wrong with me.
Oh, bloody hell, shoot me.
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I know what's wrong with him. And he knows too.
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