Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, I'd be rich and you wouldn't see me here posting this fanfic. I do, however, own Jade, Peridot, and Opal. Jade, Peridot, and Opal Miko are my characters and no one else's. You touch, I hurt. Understand?
~~Welcome to Chapter 12. I am Mr. Recap, and I'm here to tell you about the previous chapter. Opal finally gets up the courage to talk to Dumbledore about Peridot. Peridot finds out about this and tries to confront Opal. Draco attempts to stop this, but Peridot is too strong for him. Luckily, Opal petrifies Peridot, but Draco is hurt. When we left the two, they were asleep in the hospital wing, both sure one is mad at the other. ENJOY! ~~
You'll find better love
Strong as it ever was
Deep as the river runs
Warm as the morning sun
Please remember me
-Tim McGraw, "Please Remember Me"
Chapter 12: I'm a What?
The next morning, Opal lay awake, staring at the ceiling. Her arm was completely healed. Draco was just stirring. He sat up, looking at Opal. She didn't look back at him. Draco slipped out of bed and sat next to Opal's bed, unaware of her being awake. Opal turned over, her back now facing Draco. He jumped slightly, realizing she must be awake, or just awakening. "Opal, I—," he started.
"What?" she said coldly, cutting him off. She was still facing away from Draco.
"What's wrong?"
"I should ask you the same question."
"Nothings wrong!" Draco cried. "Why are you mad?" Opal turned over, looking at Draco. She started to say something, but couldn't. The words stuck in her throat. What could I possibly say to him? She thought to herself. "Opal. Please, talk to me!"
"Draco, I…" she started. "I'm sorry for whatever I did last night."
"You didn't do anything wrong…I just…I guess I got under a nerve or something. It doesn't matter please don't be angry."
"Angry? I thought you were mad at me!"
"No, of course not. I just knew that if I stayed and talked, you wouldn't have gone to bed. You needed rest for your arm," Draco replied.
Opal turned completely over, sitting up. "You fuss over me."
"I'm concerned," Draco protested. "I don't want to see you hurting."
"Thanks Draco," Opal said. "I appreciate it."
"Of course."
"How's your head?" Opal asked.
"Oh, it's better. I can touch it, see?" He asked, poking his head.
"Gahh!" Opal cried. "Don't poke it!"
Draco laughed. "It doesn't hurt. It isn't even bleeding anymore." Opal stood up. "How is your arm?"
"Good as new," Opal replied, smacking it a few times.
"GAH! Don't do that!" Draco cried, and then he laughed. "That's good."
"You're allowed to poke your head, but I'm not allowed to abuse my arm?" she asked enviously.
"Okay, I'm sorry. Where is Madame Pomfrey? Can we go?"
"I don't see why not!"
As if in answer to Draco's question, Madame Pomfrey came bustling in. "Oh what are you two doing out of bed?!"
"We are feeling better, madam," Draco replied.
"That doesn't mean you are," Madame Pomfrey snapped. "Get back in bed and let me check you two over."
"Okay, okay," Draco conceded and went back to his bed.
Madame Pomfrey massaged Draco's head gently. "Any of this hurt?" Draco shook his head. Madame Pomfrey unwrapped the bandages from his head, examining the cut. "Alright, you're fine. You can go."
"Thank you, madam," Draco said, getting up and going over to Opal, who had sat down on her own bed. Madame Pomfrey followed Draco over to Opal's bed. "And how does your arm feel?"
"It doesn't hurt at all, Madam," Opal replied.
Madame Pomfrey felt all over her arm. "Okay, it seems to have healed. You both can go."
"Thank you madam!" Opal said happily. She jumped up and started to walk. "Coming Draco?"
"Yes," he replied and walked behind her.
Opal yanked on his robes, forcing him to walk next to her. "Why do you want to walk behind me?" she demanded.
"Just walking," he replied.
"Fine, fine. Just walk with me okay? Makes me feel bad."
"Okay," Draco said, a bit distracted.
"What's up, Draco?" Opal inquired. "You seem a little…I don't know."
"Just thinking, I guess."
"Penny for your thoughts," Opal said.
"Penny?" Draco asked blankly.
"Do you want more?"
Draco laughed. "No, what's a penny?"
"You've never used Muggle money before, have you?"
"Muggle money?" Draco asked curiously. "Why would I have use for that stuff?" he paused. "How do you know about Muggle money?"
"I used it all the time in Japan," Opal replied.
"But…that means…"
"What?"
"You're a—," he stopped himself from what he was about to say. "A Muggle born?"
"What were you about to say?" Opal demanded. "Yes, I'm a Muggle born."
"Nothing. It's just something I would have said before…all this."
"You…" Opal couldn't say it, she was so angry. "You almost called me a mudblood!!!" she cried.
"Sorry, force of habit I guess. I don't think that of you though. I mean I wouldn't say that to you. I…er…" Draco stuttered, looking at his feet.
"What's so bad about Muggle borns, anyway?" Opal asked, remembering what the Ravenclaws had told her about the attacks that happened in Draco's second year.
"I…I…" Draco stammered, at a loss for words.
"Draco!" Opal cried. "What is it that makes Muggle borns so bad? What makes me so dirty?!"
"You aren't dirty! I used to…I used to think that this school—all schools—should be for Purebloods. No need for half breeds or full Muggle bloods, but I—," Draco stopped.
"Oh, I see how it is! You think me and Jade should have never come here because we are Muggle born."
"That's not it. Not you, not her…"
"Well, what makes us different from the Muggle borns, huh?" Opal demanded furiously.
"I like you," Draco said shortly.
Opal scoffed. "You like me. You loved Jade. And you hate my parents for being Muggle born?!"
"I…no…I…" Draco spluttered. "You're different."
"How, Draco? HOW? I'm a dirty little mudblood, that's all I am to you!"
"No, you aren't," Draco insisted. "No."
"Why?"
"Why…I don't…it's…I…gah!" Draco couldn't complete a sentence, and Opal stood there, fuming. "It's just…" he didn't finish his sentence, but leaned in and kissed Opal.
Opal started to say something, but stopped, pulling back. "D-draco…"
Draco stood there, looking very awkward, and then started to run off. Opal grabbed his arm. He stopped, but didn't look at her. "I…" Opal didn't let him finish. She pulled him closer and kissed him. Draco didn't fight, but blushed a bright red.
Opal pulled back. "Um…" Draco was still blushing. "I think that explains it…" Draco looked nervous. There was an awkward silence, and Opal was blushing as bright as Draco. "There…there's something about you." Opal smiled. "I see whatever Jade saw."
Draco blushed even more. "What Jade saw? I…"
Opal laughed. "I even have the same effect!"
Draco grimaced. "Bah…"
Opal quieted and looked away. "S-Sorry…you probably don't feel the same way," Opal cried and started to run off.
Draco grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. "I never said that…"
"But—," Opal began. Draco cut her off with another kiss. Opal closed her eyes and thought to herself, Damn, he's a good kisser. Wait, what am I doing?! "I—I can't!" Opal cried, and ran off, not letting him say anything else. Draco watched her leave, a saddened and confused expression on his face.