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Chapter 6: This Conversation's been Dead on Arrival
Draco left Evie standing dumb struck and confused in the corridor, but he just didn't care anymore. He knew Evie wanted to be left alone and she would never be somewhat happy if he bothered her. Happy? Evie must be happy sometimes-WAIT! Draco remembered Dumbledore explaining to him the night before he met Evie saying that she produces flames when she's angry or...extremely happy. Draco felt a sudden pang in his gut as he walked out of the big double doors of Hogwarts and walked out onto the grassy Quidditch field to the lake. Evie wasn't happy at all? EVER? Draco didn't feel to well. He had been causing her trouble and he thought that playing jokes on him made Evie feel superior and better about herself but she truly wasn't happy.
Draco picked up a few stones and skipped them in the lake and the only thoughts running through his head were," She's never happy? Did I make her life miserable?" Draco debated these thoughts when across the lake he saw a small figure of a girl sit on a rock. He squinted his eyes and saw what appeared to be flames coming from the girl's hand. Evie. Draco slowly crept around the side of the lake until he was behind the rock. He glanced up at Evie who was muttering to herself and glaring at the fire coming out of her hands.
"Why can't I just be in peace? Or someone can just talk to me like I was like any other person. Am I that horrid?" Evie muttered unaware of Draco's presence.
"I don't think you're horrid at all." Draco said as he came into view climbing on the rock with Evie. Her shocked expression seethed with anger as the fire from her hands came up quicker.
"Does leave me alone make any difference to you," she said icily. Draco wouldn't leave this time. He laid on his backside and stared as the pale blue sky that was cloudless. A perfect day. Draco attempted to make conversation.
"Evie, I'm sorry and I mean it from the bottom of my heart," Draco pleaded trying to look as sincere as possible. Evie took one look at him and laughed.
"Don't pull that sissy shit on me," she said and continued to examine the flames that came steadily from her palms. Draco looked interested in the fire and decided to take a stab at breaking her hard shell.
"Wow Evie, do you know where the flames come from?" Draco asked as he lost himself in the depths of the flames. Evie took a deep breathe and decided that it wouldn't kill her to try to say a few words to Draco Malfoy.
"I really don't know, people that have seen my power automatically think I'm associated with the devil or am straight from hell itself," she said softly so her English accent was very pronounced. Draco looked at her eyes and saw they weren't red flames but more like a silvery mist.
"You know its really weird that we have the same color eyes," Draco pointed out still staring at Evie. Evie looked back at him and examined his eyes.
"I know, I noticed ever since I first walked in the doors to the school and saw you. Draco you're like me. Cold and heartless," she said at barely a whisper. The flames in her hands died down and she looked like an angel. God she's pretty. Draco thought. NO, Satan's princess. PRETTY?! Draco couldn't deny it no matter how hard she tried. She looked so radiant in the sun.
"Who do you live with?" Draco said curiously. Evie looked away and he saw small tears stream down her face but she feverishly wiped them away.
"I live with my grandmother," she stated and looked at Draco admitting to herself that he was very hot. This conversation wasn't that bad but Evie was also interested in Draco.
"So...do you think your father will ever get out of Azkaban?" Evie said barely above earshot. Draco's face paled at the mention of his father.
"How do YOU know about my father?" Draco snapped at Evie. He felt guilty after he saw the pained expression on her face.
"I'm sorry. Your father was one of the small amount of wizards that knew about the Manzin's. Our families were friends and I met your father many times. Once he said I should meet you and that we would get along," she said apologetically but laughed. Draco couldn't help but laugh along with her.
"Us g-g-get along?" Malfoy stammered between fits of laughter. Evie had tears coming down her eyes from her giggling and soon her whole body was engulfed with red flames. Draco moved over to the side looking questioningly at Evie. She paused from her laugher to explain.
"When I laugh a lot or when I'm really happ-"she stopped herself but looked at Draco's smiling face and the warmness of his heart and felt reassured.
"When I'm really happy I start to have flames of joy," she said with a genuine smile. Draco's insides fluttered when he saw her beautiful smile. He lightly reached out to touch her flaming cheek but he pulled back not knowing whether he would burn on not.
But for some strange reason Evie pulled away and got up quickly. A rush of anger came through her.
"Draco you expect me to-to-to LIKE you after all of the shit you've done! Just from one conversation you think you can be all touchy-feely with me?! Just don't –don't fall in love with me," she said and stalked away back to the school.
"Me fall in love with Evie?" Draco said out loud in disbelief once she had left.
"Never ever will I love Evie Manzin....Never ever will I love Evie..... I will love Evie foreve-"Draco stopped himself from that thought.
"Pyro bitch," he muttered as he walked back to the castle.
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Chapter 6: This Conversation's been Dead on Arrival
Draco left Evie standing dumb struck and confused in the corridor, but he just didn't care anymore. He knew Evie wanted to be left alone and she would never be somewhat happy if he bothered her. Happy? Evie must be happy sometimes-WAIT! Draco remembered Dumbledore explaining to him the night before he met Evie saying that she produces flames when she's angry or...extremely happy. Draco felt a sudden pang in his gut as he walked out of the big double doors of Hogwarts and walked out onto the grassy Quidditch field to the lake. Evie wasn't happy at all? EVER? Draco didn't feel to well. He had been causing her trouble and he thought that playing jokes on him made Evie feel superior and better about herself but she truly wasn't happy.
Draco picked up a few stones and skipped them in the lake and the only thoughts running through his head were," She's never happy? Did I make her life miserable?" Draco debated these thoughts when across the lake he saw a small figure of a girl sit on a rock. He squinted his eyes and saw what appeared to be flames coming from the girl's hand. Evie. Draco slowly crept around the side of the lake until he was behind the rock. He glanced up at Evie who was muttering to herself and glaring at the fire coming out of her hands.
"Why can't I just be in peace? Or someone can just talk to me like I was like any other person. Am I that horrid?" Evie muttered unaware of Draco's presence.
"I don't think you're horrid at all." Draco said as he came into view climbing on the rock with Evie. Her shocked expression seethed with anger as the fire from her hands came up quicker.
"Does leave me alone make any difference to you," she said icily. Draco wouldn't leave this time. He laid on his backside and stared as the pale blue sky that was cloudless. A perfect day. Draco attempted to make conversation.
"Evie, I'm sorry and I mean it from the bottom of my heart," Draco pleaded trying to look as sincere as possible. Evie took one look at him and laughed.
"Don't pull that sissy shit on me," she said and continued to examine the flames that came steadily from her palms. Draco looked interested in the fire and decided to take a stab at breaking her hard shell.
"Wow Evie, do you know where the flames come from?" Draco asked as he lost himself in the depths of the flames. Evie took a deep breathe and decided that it wouldn't kill her to try to say a few words to Draco Malfoy.
"I really don't know, people that have seen my power automatically think I'm associated with the devil or am straight from hell itself," she said softly so her English accent was very pronounced. Draco looked at her eyes and saw they weren't red flames but more like a silvery mist.
"You know its really weird that we have the same color eyes," Draco pointed out still staring at Evie. Evie looked back at him and examined his eyes.
"I know, I noticed ever since I first walked in the doors to the school and saw you. Draco you're like me. Cold and heartless," she said at barely a whisper. The flames in her hands died down and she looked like an angel. God she's pretty. Draco thought. NO, Satan's princess. PRETTY?! Draco couldn't deny it no matter how hard she tried. She looked so radiant in the sun.
"Who do you live with?" Draco said curiously. Evie looked away and he saw small tears stream down her face but she feverishly wiped them away.
"I live with my grandmother," she stated and looked at Draco admitting to herself that he was very hot. This conversation wasn't that bad but Evie was also interested in Draco.
"So...do you think your father will ever get out of Azkaban?" Evie said barely above earshot. Draco's face paled at the mention of his father.
"How do YOU know about my father?" Draco snapped at Evie. He felt guilty after he saw the pained expression on her face.
"I'm sorry. Your father was one of the small amount of wizards that knew about the Manzin's. Our families were friends and I met your father many times. Once he said I should meet you and that we would get along," she said apologetically but laughed. Draco couldn't help but laugh along with her.
"Us g-g-get along?" Malfoy stammered between fits of laughter. Evie had tears coming down her eyes from her giggling and soon her whole body was engulfed with red flames. Draco moved over to the side looking questioningly at Evie. She paused from her laugher to explain.
"When I laugh a lot or when I'm really happ-"she stopped herself but looked at Draco's smiling face and the warmness of his heart and felt reassured.
"When I'm really happy I start to have flames of joy," she said with a genuine smile. Draco's insides fluttered when he saw her beautiful smile. He lightly reached out to touch her flaming cheek but he pulled back not knowing whether he would burn on not.
But for some strange reason Evie pulled away and got up quickly. A rush of anger came through her.
"Draco you expect me to-to-to LIKE you after all of the shit you've done! Just from one conversation you think you can be all touchy-feely with me?! Just don't –don't fall in love with me," she said and stalked away back to the school.
"Me fall in love with Evie?" Draco said out loud in disbelief once she had left.
"Never ever will I love Evie Manzin....Never ever will I love Evie..... I will love Evie foreve-"Draco stopped himself from that thought.
"Pyro bitch," he muttered as he walked back to the castle.
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