Fractal
Chapter Six
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Evil, menacing eyes stared through his very soul, hidden behind the sweetness and innocence that was Harry Potter. The silvery-haired boy looked up at him, eyes narrowing dangerously. Dumbledore continued to rant, but Draco paid no attention. Harry looked down at him, a smug look on his face. One that read, 'I got you, and I got you good'...
Draco's eyes flew open and scanned the room, his vision half clouded by the forms of wizards and witches looking down upon him like he was some sort of very ugly troll that must be disposed of quickly. His vision cleared and he was relieved to find himself back in his room; reaching over to the night table, Draco lit his little candle with a flick of his wrist. The room lit up once more and he instantly felt better.
Is there something wrong, Draco? Saron's voice came to him, comforting his wildly beating heart. Draco got up out of his huge bed and made his way down to the window and sat on the ledge, watching Saron as he - apparently - slept on his feet, but he knew that he was in fact wide awake.
Nothing. I just had a bad dream. Draco assured him, leaning against the wall. His body was covered in a thin, glistening layer of sweat, and it felt very uncomfortable indeed. It was cold outside; Draco found himself shivering rather quickly, wrapping his arms around himself as he looked distantly out of the window. He sighed. He felt so utterly alone sometimes, even that he now had Saron as his friend. Draco, being the Malfoy that he was, was forbidden to have friends. No wonder father is so bitter, Draco thought amusedly, He never had anyone to talk to, not even mother... Malfoy often thought of his parents, often wondering if the two of them loved each other at all. He wouldn't have been surprised if his father had chosen his mother simply because she was a 'good match', according to the Dark Lord.
Suddenly, Draco remembered the note. He practically ran to his trunk at the foot of his bed, digging through his various belongings until he came upon what he wanted; the note the Ravenclaw girl had given him. He took it back with him to the window, re-reading it over and over again until his eyeballs hurt from looking at it too much. She cared about him, it said so right in this letter! Perhaps then...Draco got up quickly and pulled out a piece of parchment, scribbling down something and stuffing it into an envelope. He smiled, thinking about tomorrow when she would get it.
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The next morning at breakfast, Kelsey sat down beside her friends and ate in silence. She sighed; she had many friends, but all of them were girls. She was beginning to want someone who could understand her like her friends, the only difference being that he was a guy. She had told her friends about her 'plan' before, but they just laughed at her and said that she needed a boyfriend. Kelsey shuddered; she wasn't quite ready for that!
"Oh look, the mail is here!" One of her friends said, pointing to the roof of the Great Hall. Sienna looked up at the thousands of owls thundering through the small opening in the roof made just for the feathery creatures, feeling suddenly depressed. That was another thing that bothered her; she never got any mail, not even from her parents. Both her parents were muggles, muggles who didn't approve of magic. How she had ended up getting into Hogwarts was by sheer luck; she had complained that she wasn't doing good in regular school and that she wanted to go learn magic, because it was more fun. Luckily, her case was a strong one; she had arrived on the very same year that the infamous Harry Potter did!
There was a clinking of glasses and a huge brown owl landed in front of her, a letter clutched in one of it's claws. It had no name on it, but there were a set of initials on the bottom corner reading D. M. Kelsey looked up, her eyes travelling across the Slytherin table. Could it be...? Her eyes stopped on the handsome form of Draco Malfoy, and she was surprised that he was looking right at her. He smiled at the look of shock on her face and winked at her, returning to his breakfast before anyone caught him. Kelsey looked down at the letter, admiring the silvery initials on the bottom corner of the envelope.
"Hey Kelsey, what did you get?" One of her friends asked, spying the letter in her shocked and trembling hands. The brown-haired girl whipped her head up, quickly shoving the letter into her robes.
"Er, nothing. Junk mail." She said quickly. Her friend nodded and went back to talking with some of the other Ravenclaw students. Chocolate eyes popped out as she felt the corner of the envelope poking her inside her robes. Kelsey made a mental note to open it later in one of her low-action classes, when no one was looking.
Soon breakfast was over and Kelsey found herself all but running to her next class. Her friends could barely keep up with her.
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Draco was all but smiling on the outside - like he could act any differently - but on the inside his body was a twisted mess. He felt like his heart was going to explode at any moment; what if the girl didn't respond? What if she took it the wrong way? So many things could go wrong. Adding to all that, Draco realized that he didn't even know her name. Such a fool I was! I should have never written that... Ah, but then he wouldn't have any friends. He hoped with all his heart that this was worth it...
He sighed, leaning back in his chair and thinking about how his life was changing. Everyone, even the other Slytherin members, expected him to be the mean, cold-hearted person that he was. No one, not even Crabbe and Goyle, knew how he really felt. It tore him up inside that he couldn't tell anyone what he was feeling, but perhaps this girl would be the answer. He knew that he was clinging to false hope, but at least he had something. The mere want to reach out to someone else would probably shock his father right out of his pants, but Draco didn't care. He had never followed in his father's footsteps, and didn't intend to start now.
"Mr. Malfoy! Are you listening!?" Professor Vector howled at him, his ruler slapping on the desk before the white-haired boy. Draco looked up at the angry professor, feeling quite intimidated by the man's height in relevance to his own.
"Why of course..." Draco said, speaking before he realized what he just said. Professor Vector glared at him, his ruler pointing towards the board, where there was a complicated numerology question written on it in chalk.
"Alright then, what is the answer?!?" The angered professor asked, his eyes boring into the student's. Draco looked at the problem, feeling utterly lost. He usually found it easy to pay attention, but something was taking his mind off of class...
"Er, 37?" Draco guessed, blinking innocently. Vector backed up, looking at him in shock. He glanced towards the board, then back to Malfoy.
"Correct, Mr. Malfoy. Twenty points to Slytherin." The aged man went back up to the front of his class and resumed teaching. Several of Draco's Slytherin pals slapped him on the back for his achievement. Draco breathed; today just happened to be his day, or someone was watching over him.
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Kelsey gently took out the letter from under her robes and gently tore open the side. It was quiet working time in Transfiguration, so she had time to look at it. A small leaf of folded paper popped out of the white envelope and fell on her desk in front of her, making absolutely no noise. Gently, as not to make a sound, Kelsey gently opened it and began to read;
I don't know who you are, but I just had to tell you that I appreciate your letter. Not many people care about me, and those who do don't really want my friendship, they just want my money. I was wondering...Well, I wanted to get to know you better.
Sincerely,
Draco Malfoy
Kelsey blinked; that wasn't really the response she has been expecting. More likely she had expected him to tell her off and threaten her in some manner, but he was actually being nice to her. Moreover, he wanted to be her friend! She felt her heart overflow with happiness as she clutched the letter to her chest, her eyes unfocusing and travelling aimlessly around the room. Being done her homework early in class, she began to draft a reply...
