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A/N: This chapter is from Draco's POV. I hope you all have realized that every other chapter I go from Draco to Darla's POV. Sorry, this one doesn't have very much Darla in it.
"I'm ready to talk now." I was hardly able to get the words out of my mouth.
"Are you sure? If you don't want to I won't pressure you." She smiled.
"No, I've held it in for so long, that if I don't get it out now it may never come out at all. I don't exactly know where to start." I sighed.
"The beginning would be nice." She laughed.
"True. My father was Voldemort's right hand man while he was alive. I was forced to watch him kill a countless amount of people in the most brutal of ways. He used to best me. He beat my mother. He was a terrible man. Then when Voldemort lost all his power my father disappeared. About a week later my mother went missing. I think he kidnapped her. I haven't heard from them for almost six months now." I admitted.
"Oh Draco that's terrible. I'm so sorry." She hugged me.
"No, don't be. You had nothing to do with it." I sat up straight again.
"Does anybody else know this?" She asked.
"No. I haven't told anyone. I do have a few friends, but I couldn't possibly tell them. Please don't tell anybody any of this. I don't want anyone to know." I pleaded.
"I promise not to tell a soul. Does that make you feel any better? Do you feel a little better getting it all out?" She asked.
"Actually it does. I've never really had anyone to talk to about these things." I admitted.
She smiled and we talked for a few more minutes, and it was that night that Darla and I became friends. We both knew it. There was no verbal agreement, but we both knew it was there. I felt relieved that I had someone to finally talk to. Someone I could joke around with and care for. Someone who would care about me in return.
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Over the next week Darla and I became good friends. It was like we had always known each other. I was even starting to become friends with Hermione.
"Draco can you help me with this? I just need you to hold it up while I put the tacks in." Hermione called from her room.
The door was wide open so I just walked right in. Hermione was standing on a chair holding up a few posters. She got down and pulled up another chair for me to stand on.
She unraveled the first one and I held it up. While she put the tacks up I looked at the picture. It was of that elf guy from the movie we watched last week. If that wasn't strange enough, the picture didn't move. He just stood there motionless.
"How come the elf isn't moving?" I asked.
"His name isn't the elf. His name is Legolas. Actually the actor's name is Orlando Bloom. The picture doesn't move because this is a muggle poster. You can't get this in the wizard world. I had Darla order it for me." She smiled as she looked at it.
Then we went on to putting up one of a guy with a funny looking braid. She said his name was Hayden Christensen. Then there were several other guys, and quite frankly, I didn't want to know any more about them. I wasn't into the whole muggle celebrity thing.
When we finished we sat down and looked at the place. There were at least seven guy posters, not to mention the Quidditch and Hogwarts stuff. Almost every inch of the girl's room was covered, with the exception of the ceiling, which was probably soon to come. Then I started to wonder if Darla was going to do the same. She and Hermione were pretty close and had similar tastes. I hoped that Darla wouldn't do it.
"You like her don't you?" Hermione asked, and I came out of my thoughts with a jolt.
"Like who? What are you talking about?" I questioned like I didn't have a clue of what she meant.
"Don't even start giving me that 'I don't know what you're talking about. We're just really good friends' crap. I know what's going on. You like my cousin." Hermione smirked.
"So what if I do? Look, it's not like we get to choose who we like. Its not like I just one day decided, 'I think I'll fall in love with her.' We don't get to pick who we fall in love wit, Hermione. You can't tell anyone." I told her quietly so no one else would hear.
"I promise I won't tell anyone. I know you don't get to pick who you like. It just kinda jumps out at you one day and no matter how hard you try to get over them, you only seem to love them even more." She sighed.
"I'm not quite at that stage yet, but obviously you are. Since you know how I feel about Darla, I think I deserve to know who this guy is, and just how long you've liked him." I grinned.
"It's Harry. My own best friend for crying out loud. I've told myself that it is wrong to like your best friend, and that he doesn't like me that way to stop myself from liking him, yet my feelings for him only seem to grow. I hate loving Harry. I've felt this way for him since around the middle of our first year. Even when I was with Victor I felt something for Harry. I just hoped he would get jealous and start to like me too, but instead Ron did and Harry supported me." She said as her voice cracked and her eyes got all glossy.
"Oh, Hermione. That's so sad. You really had it bad for him don't you. You know, since he won't the hint that you like him, he won't do anything. Why don't you make the first move? A lot of girls do it now." I suggested, hoping it would help.
"Yeah. I think I will, but I can't yet. I'm not confident enough. I need to be prettier. I need to do something with my hair, and my clothes, and makeup." She refused to let herself cry.
"I'll help you if you want, but then again what I would look for in a girl, Potter may despise, but I'll help, and you don't even have to ask Darla. You know she'd be thrilled to help you. If it works, great. If it doesn't you can either say it was just to see what he would say and pretend it was a joke, or you can stop being friends with him and mope around your room the rest of the year." I smiled.
"Thanks, you seemed almost sweet for a moment there, then you screwed it all up with those last sentences." She laughed.
A/N: I really hope you liked that one. Please review and add any suggestions.
A/N: This chapter is from Draco's POV. I hope you all have realized that every other chapter I go from Draco to Darla's POV. Sorry, this one doesn't have very much Darla in it.
"I'm ready to talk now." I was hardly able to get the words out of my mouth.
"Are you sure? If you don't want to I won't pressure you." She smiled.
"No, I've held it in for so long, that if I don't get it out now it may never come out at all. I don't exactly know where to start." I sighed.
"The beginning would be nice." She laughed.
"True. My father was Voldemort's right hand man while he was alive. I was forced to watch him kill a countless amount of people in the most brutal of ways. He used to best me. He beat my mother. He was a terrible man. Then when Voldemort lost all his power my father disappeared. About a week later my mother went missing. I think he kidnapped her. I haven't heard from them for almost six months now." I admitted.
"Oh Draco that's terrible. I'm so sorry." She hugged me.
"No, don't be. You had nothing to do with it." I sat up straight again.
"Does anybody else know this?" She asked.
"No. I haven't told anyone. I do have a few friends, but I couldn't possibly tell them. Please don't tell anybody any of this. I don't want anyone to know." I pleaded.
"I promise not to tell a soul. Does that make you feel any better? Do you feel a little better getting it all out?" She asked.
"Actually it does. I've never really had anyone to talk to about these things." I admitted.
She smiled and we talked for a few more minutes, and it was that night that Darla and I became friends. We both knew it. There was no verbal agreement, but we both knew it was there. I felt relieved that I had someone to finally talk to. Someone I could joke around with and care for. Someone who would care about me in return.
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Over the next week Darla and I became good friends. It was like we had always known each other. I was even starting to become friends with Hermione.
"Draco can you help me with this? I just need you to hold it up while I put the tacks in." Hermione called from her room.
The door was wide open so I just walked right in. Hermione was standing on a chair holding up a few posters. She got down and pulled up another chair for me to stand on.
She unraveled the first one and I held it up. While she put the tacks up I looked at the picture. It was of that elf guy from the movie we watched last week. If that wasn't strange enough, the picture didn't move. He just stood there motionless.
"How come the elf isn't moving?" I asked.
"His name isn't the elf. His name is Legolas. Actually the actor's name is Orlando Bloom. The picture doesn't move because this is a muggle poster. You can't get this in the wizard world. I had Darla order it for me." She smiled as she looked at it.
Then we went on to putting up one of a guy with a funny looking braid. She said his name was Hayden Christensen. Then there were several other guys, and quite frankly, I didn't want to know any more about them. I wasn't into the whole muggle celebrity thing.
When we finished we sat down and looked at the place. There were at least seven guy posters, not to mention the Quidditch and Hogwarts stuff. Almost every inch of the girl's room was covered, with the exception of the ceiling, which was probably soon to come. Then I started to wonder if Darla was going to do the same. She and Hermione were pretty close and had similar tastes. I hoped that Darla wouldn't do it.
"You like her don't you?" Hermione asked, and I came out of my thoughts with a jolt.
"Like who? What are you talking about?" I questioned like I didn't have a clue of what she meant.
"Don't even start giving me that 'I don't know what you're talking about. We're just really good friends' crap. I know what's going on. You like my cousin." Hermione smirked.
"So what if I do? Look, it's not like we get to choose who we like. Its not like I just one day decided, 'I think I'll fall in love with her.' We don't get to pick who we fall in love wit, Hermione. You can't tell anyone." I told her quietly so no one else would hear.
"I promise I won't tell anyone. I know you don't get to pick who you like. It just kinda jumps out at you one day and no matter how hard you try to get over them, you only seem to love them even more." She sighed.
"I'm not quite at that stage yet, but obviously you are. Since you know how I feel about Darla, I think I deserve to know who this guy is, and just how long you've liked him." I grinned.
"It's Harry. My own best friend for crying out loud. I've told myself that it is wrong to like your best friend, and that he doesn't like me that way to stop myself from liking him, yet my feelings for him only seem to grow. I hate loving Harry. I've felt this way for him since around the middle of our first year. Even when I was with Victor I felt something for Harry. I just hoped he would get jealous and start to like me too, but instead Ron did and Harry supported me." She said as her voice cracked and her eyes got all glossy.
"Oh, Hermione. That's so sad. You really had it bad for him don't you. You know, since he won't the hint that you like him, he won't do anything. Why don't you make the first move? A lot of girls do it now." I suggested, hoping it would help.
"Yeah. I think I will, but I can't yet. I'm not confident enough. I need to be prettier. I need to do something with my hair, and my clothes, and makeup." She refused to let herself cry.
"I'll help you if you want, but then again what I would look for in a girl, Potter may despise, but I'll help, and you don't even have to ask Darla. You know she'd be thrilled to help you. If it works, great. If it doesn't you can either say it was just to see what he would say and pretend it was a joke, or you can stop being friends with him and mope around your room the rest of the year." I smiled.
"Thanks, you seemed almost sweet for a moment there, then you screwed it all up with those last sentences." She laughed.
A/N: I really hope you liked that one. Please review and add any suggestions.