A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 114: Dodging questions

Draco talked to Narcissa and soon enough, we were all ready for a dinner that was bound to be awkward. They sat at one end of the long table, far away from everyone else.

"So, Draco, you got your OWL results yesterday, right?"

"Yes Mrs Weasley. They were ok."

"That's a crass understatement and you know it."

"It's not."

"Yes it is, you got an O in almost everything. That means really high grades."

"They're not."

"Yes they are."

"No they're not!" He only realized he said that aloud when everyone stared at him, startled and his pale face turned red, along with my ring changing its colour to orange.

"What is not?" Narcissa enquired, seeming to be the only one who dared ask her son that.

"Never mind." He shot me a death glare but my smirk only grew larger, and his mother seemed to understand.

"Oh."

As dinner progressed and Mrs Malfoy got up a few times to help Mrs Weasley place things on the table, or just chat a little, both of them moved closer to us, and by dessert, Draco was sitting next to Harry(as he insisted placing himself between me and the Slytherin) and his mother next to Mr Weasley. After that, we moved up to the dorms and, as the adults already gave up on trying to get us to go to sleep early, the boys went to their rooms, the three of us changed into pyjamas and kept talking.

"So, Mione, what's up with you and Fred?"

"Given that you already know everything about us, I don't see what there is to add. "

"Maybe, but then again, no one knows what's going on behind...closed doors."

"Oh, come on, how could even you imply that? I'm 15!"

"So what? You know Parkinson, right?"

"And you're comparing me to her?"

"I was just asking, no need to get defensive."

"Well, we've been together for a while now. If you would've asked me before, I wouldn't have thought I'd actually date him. But there's so much more to him than a prankster. He's really sweet actually. And protective. I'm actually kind of grateful for what Ron did the night of the Yule ball. "

"True. I don't think Fred would've confessed if it wasn't for that."

"Ok then Gin. My turn. What's up with you and Harry?"

"Yeah, what's happening between you and my little brother?"

"Little? He's older than you."

"Barely. Don't try to evade the question."

"There's nothing between us, really. We never got any chance. But whatever happens, happens, you know. I ain't going to sit around waiting for a boy, come on."

"That's our girl!"

"Speaking of, anyone on your mind Sel?"

"Umm, not really, I mean, there migh- never mind."

"No, tell us."

"Again, as Gin said, there's nothing to say."

"Nothing? You went out with Diggory last year. I don't think there is any straight girl in our school who doesn't want to go out with him."

"We went out once. He's nice and all, but what he has for Quidditch can't be healthy. I'll leave him to Chang."

"Still, there has to be someone."

"I don't really think this is an appropriate time for it, so..."

"Liar" Ginny said in a sing-song voice.

We got back to talking about the general gossip in the school, about other things that happened last year but we didn't know of because of Umbridge, and basically anything we could think of.

Someone knocked at the door and before I could answer, the door opened and Draco entered the room.

"I realized the other day I forgot to-"

"Get out now!"

He looked up at the confused faces of Ginny and Hermione and his eyes widened; the suffocating silence remained after he slammed the door behind himself, and after Mrs Black's screams stopped.

"Ok, what the hell was that? Why did Malfoy come here?"

"More importantly, what did he want?"

"Hmmm. Weird."

"Do you happen to know anything about it?"

"Why me?"

"Well, considering you were among the only ones in the house to not look surprised when they arrived and that you're so obviously fed up with Harry's rants about how evil Malfoy is, I think that's a pretty good guess."

"Firstly, you're just as fed up as I am, and second, what could I know?"

"If I knew, I wouldn't be asking, don't you think?"

They let it go after a while but I still wanted to know why he came to our room; so after I was sure both of them fell asleep, I slipped out of the room and entered Draco's. He was fast asleep, a hand under his head and the other on the bed, a little curled up to the side; the moon rays that came through the window made his pale face shine. He looked so peaceful, and his usual slight frown was gone, but I knew that I couldn't talk to him during the day, not now that the girls were suspicious, so I put a hand on his shoulder and shook him gently. He jolted awake, and before I could react in any way, the tip of his wand was dug into my neck and he eyed me warily; while before he had been relaxed, he was now very tense, on his knees on the bed, his arm stretched and holding on tightly to his wand.

"It's okay, it's me, Selene." I waved my hand towards the lamp and soon the room was bathed in a soft light. He realxed, and put his wand on the bedside table.

"Don't ever do that again." he warned as he made room for me and I sat beside him.

"I won't, if you stop barging in my room like that. I mean, really, what were you thinking? You knocked and then entered just like that."

"I actually thought that was just your room. And I've been meaning to tell you something for a while, but you never let me finnish."

"Oh, sorry. I can talk too much sometimes though, you're right. Do tell, please."

"It's about the Dark Lord's plan. When he Marked me, he gave me a mission;"

"Considering the look on your face, I suppose it's something bad?"

"He told me to kill Dumbledore or he'll kill my mother."

"Merlin, that's terrible. You're fifteen!"

"Do you really think he cares about that?"

"Not really, no."

"Well, we got away from him for the moment, so let's not talk about that anymore."

"Ok then, what do you want to talk about? Or should I get going? It's late."

"Actually, there was something else I've been meaning to tell you. I, umm, Selene, I like you."

I didn't even get a chance to look at my ring. My face fell and it got harder to breath, like I couldn't get enough air into my lungs. I got up.

"It's late. I'll go now."

"But why are you angry? " he stood as well, towering over me. Breathing wasn't getting any easier.

"Look, Draco, I'm not angry, but I don't really feel like you took your time to think about this. A war is obviously coming and I think you're rushing because we're soulmates and you feel like this is an obligation. No one's forcing you. Just think about it. I don't want you to regret it afterwards."

"It's about Diggory isn't it?"

"What does everyone have with him? It's not about Cedric you dimbo, I don't like him, he's too obsessed with Quidditch. And even if he wasn't, you're the one I like! But that's not the point, I meant what I said about rushing, just think about it, don't let yourself manipulated by the threat of war. Good night!"

I got out of the room, not even trying to stay quiet anymore, and left behind a dumbfounded Draco. I really needed to go to sleep.