Weeks started to drag along and Millia felt depressed. Most people were trying to get away from her every time she sat down to eat. They were too scared to say anything, incase she popped. Even Draco kept his thoughts to himself or away from her so she couldn't hear. But she knew people were talking about her behind her back; she could feel it.
Millia was walking to class when she heard a voice around her, closing in.
"SHE'S IN FRANCE!!" The voice screamed. It sounded oddly like the voice of the wounded guy in her dream.
Millia looked behind her, but no one was there. No one was anywhere near her.
"Now I'm hearing things!" She spoke loudly to herself.
"Millia, what is it?"
Millia looked around and saw Hermione.
"I'm worried, what's the matter with you lately? You seem stressed." Hermione said, with a confused look.
"Stressed, I'm not stressed, why would I be stressed? It's not like I'm hiding anything. I'm not hiding anything!" Millia exclaimed, muttering to herself.
Hermione couldn't believe it. Even SHE didn't know what to say or do. So she slowly walked away with a sad, sympathetic face.
Millia walked into her Charms class, and sat right at the back so no one could talk to her. Too many things were on her mind. Like, why did she hear that voice? What did it mean?
After class was over she decided to sit with Hermione at lunch and apologize for the way she had been been acting.
"It's all right, I knew you would come to your senses and talk," Hermione said.
"Yeah, It's good to see you again!" Harry laughed.
"Good to see you too, Harry!" Millia laughed back. Millia hadn't seen or spoken to Harry in a while. Or Ron and Hermione for that matter. During the day they caught up on everything. But Millia decided not to tell them about the dream or the voice she had heard earlier. Especially her biggest secret. I'll tell soon.... but not now, she thought. It's not the right time.
"So yea, Fred really wants us to start quidditch practice soon, before anyone else," Harry started.
"Really? Cool, it's great Fred got named the captain. George was a bit angry that he missed out, though," Ron added, picking up an apple.
Throughout dinner they had been talking about quidditch and their goals. But Hermione was talking to Millia about something different.
"So what was school like in France?" Hermione asked.
"Not that good. Things were pretty complicated over there," Millia said.
"How complicated?" Hermione wanted to know.
"Well, mum was one of my teachers, and I got picked on quite a bit," Millia said, looking down at her cup she was holding.
"Interesting, what did she teach?" Hermione questioned.
"She taught Potions, could you believe it?" Millia forced a laugh.
"If you don't mind me asking," Hermione softly said, "What did your dad do?"
Millia felt awkward.
"He was a...look, Hermione, I can't tell you," Millia whispered. "Its too hard." She felt her eyes start to water.
"Its ok, you don't have to say," Hermione said, in a comforting way.
"Thanks. I might head off to bed. I'm a bit tired," she said waving goodbye to Harry and Ron.
"She's always tired," Ron muttered.
Millia spoke the password and entered her common room. Just as she was turning around the corner she heard someone speaking. She stopped and listened.
"Millia's father! Ha! A business man!"
Millia realised it was Draco speaking, probably to Crabbe and Goyle.
"You never know…," said Goyle. Draco and Crabbe laughed. Millia was fuming.
"He's a loser. He probably stays at home doing the cooking or something pathetic like that!" Draco exclaimed.
How dare he talk about my father like that! He doesn't even know him! Millia thought. Millia felt all her emotions and memories come alive. She turned the corner and stood behind Draco. He was lying down on a couch. Crabbe and Goyle were on the opposite one, facing Millia.
"He probably cleans houses for a job!" Draco said, laughing his head off.
Crabbe and Goyle looked up and saw Millia fuming with her eyes wide open. They both stopped laughing and looked at her, scared as anything. Draco continued to laugh, not knowing she was there of course. He opened his eyes and wiped away the tears of laughter.
"Like a –," he stopped and looked at Crabbe and Goyle. They both looked at Draco then Millia, to show that someone was there.
"What?'' Draco said confused. He looked behind him and saw Millia raging with anger. He smiled.
"Like a house-elf!" Draco continued, with laughter. Crabbe and Goyle didn't join him.
"How dare you," Millia bitterly said.
Millia was so full of anger, she walked over to Draco and jumped on top of him, grabbing his tie and pulled him towards her.
Draco was shocked and a bit scared. He didn't think she'd do anything like this.
"Get off me!" He screamed, trying to get her hand loose from his tie.
"My father was in Azkaban for 7 years! 7 years!"
Draco calmed down and stared at her. He knew she was not lying.
"Wh-," he said. Millia interrupted.
"For what, huh?! Nothing!" Millia was almost crying with anger.
"Then why-"
"Murder!! They thought he murdered someone. He was walking down a dark alley one night. Two men were fighting in front of him. He tried to stop it, but one guy pulled out something called a gun- used by muggles- and shot the other guy. BOOM! The killer ran away and dad was left standing next to the dead body with blood over his hands! He was framed."
Draco couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was Millia lying or telling the truth?
"He was sent to Azkaban without a hearing for his case. For 7 years the dementors had fun sucking out all his good memories, not caring if he was innocent or not." Tears began pouring out of her eyes.
"When he got out he felt there was no reason to live." Millia wiped her eyes and climbed off Draco.
''That night he committed suicide," she softly said. Crabbe and Goyle looked at each other sadly. They got up and left to go to bed. Millia cupped her hands over her mouth. She was a bit shocked herself. She couldn't believe she had told the most insensitive person alive, Draco. More tears began to flow.
"I... I'm sorry...I didn-," Draco whispered. He sat back up on his couch, trying to take in all he had heard. Millia looked at him, still teary-eyed.
"It's ok, I shouldn't have told you. I haven't told anyone," she whispered softly.
Draco looked up at her, feeling guilty for what he'd said before.
"Sit down." He pointed to the couch in front of him.
Millia slowly walked over towards the couch and sat down. She felt very emotional, bringing back all her sad memories. She got out a tissue and wiped her eyes and nose.
"Are you… ok?" Draco said awkwardly.
Millia nodded. She could feel more tears coming on. She looked up, confused.
"I feel so… so stupid," Millia said, starting to cry again.
Draco put his hands over his eyes and looked down.
"Oh, jez... this is my fault," Draco said, angrily to himself. Millia looked back at Draco and opened her mouth slightly.
"This isn't your fault. I was bound to tell someone sooner or later," Millia spoke.
Draco took his hands away and looked up at her.
"There's no need for you to feel stupid," he said to her in a hopeful voice. "You had to tell someone and that someone was me. You shouldn't have brought the pain of that up, and I blame myself for that. Fully." Draco looked to his other side and put his hand over his mouth, resting his elbow on his knee. The expression in his eyes showed he felt horrible, sad and shocked. He hadn't meant for any of this to happen.
Millia was speechless. She didn't think Draco would be affected and act like that.
"I'm sorry," Draco said, still under his hand. Millia blinked a couple of times and slightly smiled at Draco. She got up and looked around at the empty common room. She put her fingers over her lips and walked past Draco, who was still sitting on the couch feeling sorry for himself.
"Millia!" He loudly whispered.
Millia turned around. Draco was standing up with his hands by his side.
"I'm really sorry... for everything," Draco said honestly. Millia smiled softly.
Draco walked up to Millia and stopped. His eyes slowly gazed down into hers. He pushed her hair behind her ears. Millia stood there with her heart pounding through her chest. She looked up at his gray, bluey eyes and smiled, feeling another tear run down her cheek onto her lips. He moved his hand down around her hips and leaned in for a kiss. She put her arm around the back of his neck. What started as a kiss was now a pash. When they finally unlocked lips, Draco looked into Millia's eyes and smiled. Millia put her other arm around Draco and they both stood there, looking into each other.
"I accept your apology," Millia whispered grinning.
