After finishing my meal at the Great Feast, I left towards the Gryffindor Tower. I walked extremely quickly, I didn't want anyone to find me and give me pity, I was sick of it. They didn't even know her, yes I know it's nice and polite, but come on even Harry doesn't want sympathy. Some people (including Harry) just rather not talk about it or think about it. I kind of understand what he's going through, but he has had more dilemmas than I think, almost every student here. But of all people, I thought Harry would understand that I just don't want to talk about it.
I was just walking up the stairs, and I guess it must have been because of my concentration on making sure no one found me, that I stepped on the vanishing step and fell through the stairs. I swore loudly as I was hanging on with one arm. It was going to be a long time before someone found me since everyone would be at the Feast.
'Give me your hand,' a male voice said. I looked up and guess who was my Knight in shining armor was. Draco Malfoy. Again! I don't understand how he's always nearby.
'Not you again,' I grunted as I grabbed his hand.
'Your welcome,' he hoisted me up on to the stairs. He was unbelievable strong.
'Thanks,' I whispered as my face burned up a little. I know I hate this guy, but come on he saved my life.
'Sorry about all the things I've said about your family,' Draco said generally kind. I actually think he might of meant it.
I looked down at the floor, not sure of what to say.
'Sorry about your mom too,' he said slowly not sure if I was going to yell at him, 'I know how you feel…'
'That's what everyone says,' I stated, stalking off up the stairs. This guy has guts; he does not know how it feels to watch your mom die. He didn't see her collapse onto the floor with her eyes open, staring back at you. Those eyes stalk me whenever I close my eyes; I've been having a hard time sleeping until I figured out how to make a sleeping potion. I've been using it every since the accident. It might be a good dream about some of my favorite memories of my mom and me but then it might be my mom dying again or us having that argument which was the last thing I said to her.
-*-
'Mom, can I get some new robes this year?' I asked impatiently.
'Sorry dear, but we can't afford it this year.' Mom said gently as she was making dinner.
'We can never afford it,' I complained, 'NEVER EVER!!! I HATE BEING POOR, I WISH I LIVED IN A DIFFERENT FAMILY!!!!'
I ran out of the house to a swing set nearby the house. I saw mom crying right before I stormed out.
I was just walking up the stairs, and I guess it must have been because of my concentration on making sure no one found me, that I stepped on the vanishing step and fell through the stairs. I swore loudly as I was hanging on with one arm. It was going to be a long time before someone found me since everyone would be at the Feast.
'Give me your hand,' a male voice said. I looked up and guess who was my Knight in shining armor was. Draco Malfoy. Again! I don't understand how he's always nearby.
'Not you again,' I grunted as I grabbed his hand.
'Your welcome,' he hoisted me up on to the stairs. He was unbelievable strong.
'Thanks,' I whispered as my face burned up a little. I know I hate this guy, but come on he saved my life.
'Sorry about all the things I've said about your family,' Draco said generally kind. I actually think he might of meant it.
I looked down at the floor, not sure of what to say.
'Sorry about your mom too,' he said slowly not sure if I was going to yell at him, 'I know how you feel…'
'That's what everyone says,' I stated, stalking off up the stairs. This guy has guts; he does not know how it feels to watch your mom die. He didn't see her collapse onto the floor with her eyes open, staring back at you. Those eyes stalk me whenever I close my eyes; I've been having a hard time sleeping until I figured out how to make a sleeping potion. I've been using it every since the accident. It might be a good dream about some of my favorite memories of my mom and me but then it might be my mom dying again or us having that argument which was the last thing I said to her.
-*-
'Mom, can I get some new robes this year?' I asked impatiently.
'Sorry dear, but we can't afford it this year.' Mom said gently as she was making dinner.
'We can never afford it,' I complained, 'NEVER EVER!!! I HATE BEING POOR, I WISH I LIVED IN A DIFFERENT FAMILY!!!!'
I ran out of the house to a swing set nearby the house. I saw mom crying right before I stormed out.
