"Broken heart again
Another lesson learned
Better know your friends
Or else you will get burned..." ~ Mary J. Blige "No more drama"
Draco laid on his bed, staring at a picture frame of his family, walking around in the picture, waving and having a great time for hours on end. He stared at his mothers figure hugging him in the picture, and laughing. Tears had filled his eyes repeatedly, and he still tried to keep his tears in. None of the Slytherins had attempted to comfort him, not even Pansy, who was too busy talking about what she wanted to get for Christmas to worry about Draco.
Sighing, Draco stood on his two feet, and walked over to the window, which was overlooking the school grounds. Snow was falling lightly on the already covered ground, and the sky was as gray as his eyes. Telling by the movement of the trees, Draco could tell the wind was blowing slightly. The ground, covered in snow about three inches deep, was pure with no footprints anywhere on it. Draco sighed, put the picture down and dressed himself in a green robe with silver hemming. He threw a silver and emerald green scarf around his neck and grabbed some black gloves.
Draco walked into the common room, avoiding the glances that Crabbe and Goyle tossed at him. He made his way out of the common room, down the hall, and out the door. There he stood, looking up at the sky, raining snow. Everything was silent, except for the wind blowing towards the east. He sighed and began walking over towards the Quidditch Field, his mind racing with confused thoughts.
The snow crunched under his boots as the snow slowly covered his tracks. He took his wand out of his pocket as he neared the Slytherin Broom Closet. Once he reached the snow-covered closet, he pointed his wand at it and said "Alohomora", opening the door to the closet. Draco reached in and grabbed his Broomstick, and expensive, sleek, Thunderbolt 4000, the best of its kind. As he turned around, he noticed Kayla walking towards him, wearing an emerald green cloak and gloves. She cocked her head.
"Where are you going?" Kayla asked, her hair flapping slightly in the wind. Draco stared at her and hesitated before answering dryly;
"Flying." His eyes showed no emotion, and his voice lost all of its meanness. He just stood there, mentally and spiritually drained.
"Can I come?" Kayla asked, standing a foot from Draco. She stared deeply into his eyes, but he still showed no emotion.
"Sure." Draco reached back and grabbed a broomstick, a Thunderbolt 1000. He handed it to her and Kayla took it happily. Draco closed the door to the closet and kicked off the ground. He hovered for a moment and waited for Kayla to fly, and she got right up with him. The two flew higher and higher, and slowly began flying in a large circle.
"Draco, something's wrong. I know it, you're not acting like yourself. What's wrong?" Kayla turned her broomstick so that they were flying side by side, almost touching eachother. He was surprised to see how good she could fly, but he let her notice that.
"Ugh..." He groaned, obviously not wanting to say anything. "It's complicated."
But Kayla wasn't going to give in yet. She shook her head. "You can't hold something like this in, whatever it is. It'll build up and explode. If you know what I mean." Draco still said nothing. Kayla sighed. "You can be so stubborn. I promise I won't tell anyone, it'll be our secret." Draco looked at her and stared into her endless blue eyes. He held eye contact for a few moments then dropped his gaze.
"Okay..." He took a deep breath, "I just found out today that my Mother died. Something happened last night, and her throat got cut, and she just..." His voice drifted away into the wind. Kayla could tell he was trying really hard to be brave about it, but she knew better than to think it didn't bother him. Kayla gasped, unaware of the tragedy.
"Oh...I'm so sorry Draco. Is there anything I can do?" Kayla asked sadly, losing grip on the broomstick. Draco shook his head. He avoided her question.
"I think they're hiding something from me...though I don't know what. Professor Dumbledore said that she slipped when she was holding a knife. She was supposed to be helping one of our house-elves put away the dishes and she was holding a knife....the weird thing is, my Mother would never help one of our house-elves. She hates them."
Kayla watched him as he seemed to be lost in thought, his gray eyes holding a faraway look in them as he stared across the Quidditch field. She sensed his fear, even though he seemed to hide everything.
"Draco?" Kayla asked, attempting to turn his attention away from the Quidditch Field. He turned his head to the side slightly, "What do you think happened then?"
"I don't know. It wasn't an accident, I just know it."
"Well then...?" Kayla didn't know what to say.
"I don't know..."
As the two turned slowly around the corner, a black figure was flying, making its way towards the two, holding something red. Draco squinted and watched the bird make its way closer. It was his Owl, Midnight, holding a...HOWLER!
"Dammit!" Draco watched the Owl fly at surprising speed and landed on the edge of the broomstick, dropping the red, smoking envelope onto Draco's lap. He groaned as he took it and dropped the letter. The envelope barely fell three feet before it exploded:
"DRACO, YOU HAVE RUINED THIS FAMILY FOR THE LAST TIME! YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD, AND GUESS WHOS FAULT IT IS! CERTAINLY NOT MINE! I HEARD FROM DUMBLEDORE THAT YOU WANTED TO STAY AT HOGWARTS FOR THE HOLIDAYS, WHY?! WHY DO YOU HATE ME? WE'RE ALL ASHAMED OF YOU, YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE MALFOYS, BOY!" Draco's mouth opened as he stared, shocked at the shreds of paper falling towards the ground. His face was beet red and he was obviously embarassed. Draco closed his mouth and looked up into the sky, turning pale once more.
"This is it I guess," Draco pushed himself off of his broom and let go of it. Kayla gasped as he fell quickly towards the Earth, having nothing to hold on to. Kayla pushed the front of her Thunderbolt and made it go at extremely fast speeds after Draco. As they both plummeted for the ground, Kayla tried to grab hold of his arm, and succeeded. Draco, who was slipping through her grip, clutched onto the end of the broom with his other hand as Kayla slowed down the Thunderbolt. She eased the Thunderbolt onto the snow covered ground and dropped the broomstick.
Draco gained his balance and stared at her, as if she shouldn't have just saved his life. Kayla did not back down as she slapped him across the face. Draco staggered back as the slap hit him. He rubbed his cheek and glared at her viciously.
"Draco, what the hell was that?" Kayla asked loudly, "Why did you-"
Draco reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close, their faces an inch apart. Draco held her wrist down below her waist and he sneered wickedly, glaring at her. "Don't you dare ever hit me like that!" Draco's fingers tightened around her wrist with surprising force. Kayla ignored the last comment and shook her head disgustedly, wrenching her wrist free of his grip. "You don't know what the hell I've been through!"
"You know what, Draco? You're right, I don't know what you've been through. But I do know that if you killed yourself right now, you would be leaving so much behind. As a friend, I don't want to see that happen." Kayla said, beginning to walk past him, but Draco shuffled in front of her, with a malicious look on his face.
"Friend? I bet you don't know the first thing about friendship." He sneered, taking a step closer, forcing Kayla to walk backwards.
"Apparently you don't either. What have Crabbe and Goyle ever done for you, huh? What did Pansy do to win your heart? She doesn't even care about you!" That last sentence stung him, and he stared at her, shocked. Draco narrowed his eyes as his hands turned into fists, but he managed to keep them down.
"Why does it matter to you?" He asked dryly. At least he wasn't yelling anymore.
"Because friends are all you have. Without them, you're nothing. Same thing with family. Get it through your dense head, Draco. There's a lot more to life than what you know, and you better start learning the basics now!" Kayla managed to walk by him, leaving the Slytherin dazed, vexed, and hurt. He watched over his shoulder as she stormed away towards the huge castle.
Draco laid on his bed, staring at a picture frame of his family, walking around in the picture, waving and having a great time for hours on end. He stared at his mothers figure hugging him in the picture, and laughing. Tears had filled his eyes repeatedly, and he still tried to keep his tears in. None of the Slytherins had attempted to comfort him, not even Pansy, who was too busy talking about what she wanted to get for Christmas to worry about Draco.
Sighing, Draco stood on his two feet, and walked over to the window, which was overlooking the school grounds. Snow was falling lightly on the already covered ground, and the sky was as gray as his eyes. Telling by the movement of the trees, Draco could tell the wind was blowing slightly. The ground, covered in snow about three inches deep, was pure with no footprints anywhere on it. Draco sighed, put the picture down and dressed himself in a green robe with silver hemming. He threw a silver and emerald green scarf around his neck and grabbed some black gloves.
Draco walked into the common room, avoiding the glances that Crabbe and Goyle tossed at him. He made his way out of the common room, down the hall, and out the door. There he stood, looking up at the sky, raining snow. Everything was silent, except for the wind blowing towards the east. He sighed and began walking over towards the Quidditch Field, his mind racing with confused thoughts.
The snow crunched under his boots as the snow slowly covered his tracks. He took his wand out of his pocket as he neared the Slytherin Broom Closet. Once he reached the snow-covered closet, he pointed his wand at it and said "Alohomora", opening the door to the closet. Draco reached in and grabbed his Broomstick, and expensive, sleek, Thunderbolt 4000, the best of its kind. As he turned around, he noticed Kayla walking towards him, wearing an emerald green cloak and gloves. She cocked her head.
"Where are you going?" Kayla asked, her hair flapping slightly in the wind. Draco stared at her and hesitated before answering dryly;
"Flying." His eyes showed no emotion, and his voice lost all of its meanness. He just stood there, mentally and spiritually drained.
"Can I come?" Kayla asked, standing a foot from Draco. She stared deeply into his eyes, but he still showed no emotion.
"Sure." Draco reached back and grabbed a broomstick, a Thunderbolt 1000. He handed it to her and Kayla took it happily. Draco closed the door to the closet and kicked off the ground. He hovered for a moment and waited for Kayla to fly, and she got right up with him. The two flew higher and higher, and slowly began flying in a large circle.
"Draco, something's wrong. I know it, you're not acting like yourself. What's wrong?" Kayla turned her broomstick so that they were flying side by side, almost touching eachother. He was surprised to see how good she could fly, but he let her notice that.
"Ugh..." He groaned, obviously not wanting to say anything. "It's complicated."
But Kayla wasn't going to give in yet. She shook her head. "You can't hold something like this in, whatever it is. It'll build up and explode. If you know what I mean." Draco still said nothing. Kayla sighed. "You can be so stubborn. I promise I won't tell anyone, it'll be our secret." Draco looked at her and stared into her endless blue eyes. He held eye contact for a few moments then dropped his gaze.
"Okay..." He took a deep breath, "I just found out today that my Mother died. Something happened last night, and her throat got cut, and she just..." His voice drifted away into the wind. Kayla could tell he was trying really hard to be brave about it, but she knew better than to think it didn't bother him. Kayla gasped, unaware of the tragedy.
"Oh...I'm so sorry Draco. Is there anything I can do?" Kayla asked sadly, losing grip on the broomstick. Draco shook his head. He avoided her question.
"I think they're hiding something from me...though I don't know what. Professor Dumbledore said that she slipped when she was holding a knife. She was supposed to be helping one of our house-elves put away the dishes and she was holding a knife....the weird thing is, my Mother would never help one of our house-elves. She hates them."
Kayla watched him as he seemed to be lost in thought, his gray eyes holding a faraway look in them as he stared across the Quidditch field. She sensed his fear, even though he seemed to hide everything.
"Draco?" Kayla asked, attempting to turn his attention away from the Quidditch Field. He turned his head to the side slightly, "What do you think happened then?"
"I don't know. It wasn't an accident, I just know it."
"Well then...?" Kayla didn't know what to say.
"I don't know..."
As the two turned slowly around the corner, a black figure was flying, making its way towards the two, holding something red. Draco squinted and watched the bird make its way closer. It was his Owl, Midnight, holding a...HOWLER!
"Dammit!" Draco watched the Owl fly at surprising speed and landed on the edge of the broomstick, dropping the red, smoking envelope onto Draco's lap. He groaned as he took it and dropped the letter. The envelope barely fell three feet before it exploded:
"DRACO, YOU HAVE RUINED THIS FAMILY FOR THE LAST TIME! YOUR MOTHER IS DEAD, AND GUESS WHOS FAULT IT IS! CERTAINLY NOT MINE! I HEARD FROM DUMBLEDORE THAT YOU WANTED TO STAY AT HOGWARTS FOR THE HOLIDAYS, WHY?! WHY DO YOU HATE ME? WE'RE ALL ASHAMED OF YOU, YOU ARE A DISGRACE TO THE MALFOYS, BOY!" Draco's mouth opened as he stared, shocked at the shreds of paper falling towards the ground. His face was beet red and he was obviously embarassed. Draco closed his mouth and looked up into the sky, turning pale once more.
"This is it I guess," Draco pushed himself off of his broom and let go of it. Kayla gasped as he fell quickly towards the Earth, having nothing to hold on to. Kayla pushed the front of her Thunderbolt and made it go at extremely fast speeds after Draco. As they both plummeted for the ground, Kayla tried to grab hold of his arm, and succeeded. Draco, who was slipping through her grip, clutched onto the end of the broom with his other hand as Kayla slowed down the Thunderbolt. She eased the Thunderbolt onto the snow covered ground and dropped the broomstick.
Draco gained his balance and stared at her, as if she shouldn't have just saved his life. Kayla did not back down as she slapped him across the face. Draco staggered back as the slap hit him. He rubbed his cheek and glared at her viciously.
"Draco, what the hell was that?" Kayla asked loudly, "Why did you-"
Draco reached out and grabbed her wrist, and pulled her close, their faces an inch apart. Draco held her wrist down below her waist and he sneered wickedly, glaring at her. "Don't you dare ever hit me like that!" Draco's fingers tightened around her wrist with surprising force. Kayla ignored the last comment and shook her head disgustedly, wrenching her wrist free of his grip. "You don't know what the hell I've been through!"
"You know what, Draco? You're right, I don't know what you've been through. But I do know that if you killed yourself right now, you would be leaving so much behind. As a friend, I don't want to see that happen." Kayla said, beginning to walk past him, but Draco shuffled in front of her, with a malicious look on his face.
"Friend? I bet you don't know the first thing about friendship." He sneered, taking a step closer, forcing Kayla to walk backwards.
"Apparently you don't either. What have Crabbe and Goyle ever done for you, huh? What did Pansy do to win your heart? She doesn't even care about you!" That last sentence stung him, and he stared at her, shocked. Draco narrowed his eyes as his hands turned into fists, but he managed to keep them down.
"Why does it matter to you?" He asked dryly. At least he wasn't yelling anymore.
"Because friends are all you have. Without them, you're nothing. Same thing with family. Get it through your dense head, Draco. There's a lot more to life than what you know, and you better start learning the basics now!" Kayla managed to walk by him, leaving the Slytherin dazed, vexed, and hurt. He watched over his shoulder as she stormed away towards the huge castle.
