Chapter 25
Mêlée's Options
After Mêlée left the Great Hall she raced down to the Slytherin Common Room, tears clouding her eyes. She barely got the password 'Pureblood' out between her sobs. She couldn't even make it to her dormitory. She just plopped down on the couch in front of the fireplace. She didn't even care who saw her or what they said. She just wanted to cry in peace. She didn't even look up when someone stopped and stood right in front of her. The person squatted down and tried to look her in the eye. It was Draco.
"G...g...go...a...a...away...sob...M...M...Malfoy." She sobbed. "I...I...a...am...n...not...in...t...the...m...mood."
"No, no, no. I'm not here to make fun of you. I agree with you. That Hufflepuff has no right to tell you what to do." Draco charmed. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "I think you are very brave to stand up to them like that. And I like snow. Lots of it. She shouldn't have gotten all upset about those stupid candles."
Mêlée turned into him and cried into his shirt. Draco put his arms around her and let her cry, trying very hard to be kind and charming. "It's alright," he said.
"I...I...w...wish...w...we...were...n...normal." She sobbed. "I...w...wish...w...we...c...could...g...go...b...back...t...to...S...Salem. I...w...wish...that w...we...didn't...h...have...t...these...p...powers. I...j...just...w...want...to...b...be...n...normal."
Draco listened intently to her sobs, catching the important tidbits, and thinking about the news he could send to his...friends. "Maybe you can come spend the holidays with my mom and I. I can send a letter and leave within a couple days if you'd like." He offered, gentlemanly.
Mêlée stopped crying and lifted her head from his chest. "What?" she asked.
"You could spend a week or so away from here and your sisters. Maybe it would do you some good." Draco said.
"Why are you being so nice? What's in it for you?" she asked.
"Nothing. I admire what you did back there. But I don't want to hate your sisters forever." Malfoy reasoned.
"Oh." Mêlée whispered. "Well, tell you what. I'll think about it and I'll let you know tomorrow." She said as she stood up and away from him.
"Alright. Whatever you want." He stood up to face her. "Goodnight." He kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight." Then she turned around and went up to her dormitory. She didn't get much sleep that night even though she was exhausted. She spent the entire time crying or thinking about what Draco had said. 'Should I go?' she thought to her self. 'I would be nice to get away for a little while. I mean I am eighteen, I really don't have to ask my parents...I'll go see them tomorrow.'
Mêlée has just fallen asleep when she heard the rosters that lived out behind Hagrid's hut. Giving up any hope of getting anymore sleep she got up and got dressed. No one else was up yet, they were probably the smarter ones. No one had to do anything because it was a holiday. She quietly made her way down to the Great Hall.
The weather outside was dreadful. Snow blew wildly and Mêlée vaguely wondered it that was her fault. Maybe her tantrum yesterday had caused the violent weather? But she soon dismissed the thought when she ran into someone. It was Professor Ashkevron.
"Professor? I'm sorry; I was caught up in my own thoughts. I'm sorry." She rambled
"It's alright." He answered with a smile. Mêlée's heart melted just like every other girl who had seen his smile. "Are you alright? You seem kinda distracted. You usually aren't like that."
"I'm fine, Professor." Mêlée answered, then she noticed the extreme amount of snow on his robes and in his hair. "May I ask why you were out it that?" she pointed to the blizzard.
He brushed some more snow off his robes. "I was taking care of 'Fandles. Why are you up this early?"
"Oh, I was just headed to the Great Hall for breakfast before anyone else got up." She answered.
"Namely your sisters." He stated.
"You think yesterday was my fault, don't you?" she demanded.
"No I don't think it was all your fault. Your sisters had a lot to do with it." He reasoned but she had already taken off down the hall and into the Great Hall.
She stopped when she got to the Great Hall but she didn't stay long. Picking up a bagel, she made her way down to her parents' room and prayed to Merlin that they would take her side for once. She stopped in front of the painting of the four girls. Three were still asleep but one, Michele, was awake.
"Ah, you've had the first big fight haven't you?" Michele asked sympathetically.
"What do you know about it?" Mêlée demanded, her anger rising again. Were the portraits against her too?
"Only that you think that everybody is against you and that you are considering an invitation by a Slytherin." Michele replied. "I'm not going to try and tell you what to do. All I have to say is be careful. Think things through before you act or make judgments. If you don't, things will get really ugly. Just trust me. Password?"
Mêlée hesitated before supplying the password. Her parents were in the common room getting ready to leave for work. "Mêlée!" her mother cried and rushed to hug her daughter.
"Good morning." Mêlée greeted.
"How are you, dear?" her mother asked.
"We heard about what happened yesterday." Her father came up to her.
"And?" Mêlée dodged.
"Are you alright?" her mother asked.
"Yeah, sure." Mêlée answered.
"Have you talked to them yet?" Chris asked.
"Why would I want to? They won't listen to me anyway." Mêlée broke away from her mother and walked to stare into the fireplace.
"Sure they will. Why don't you give them a chance?"
"Why should I? They don't give me the same courtesy." Mêlée all but yelled.
"Calm down, sweetheart. We aren't yelling at you, just calm down. You are overreacting." Chris stated.
"Cleo started it, not me. Her and her stupid candles. And Curania and A'lira taking her side. I hate them!" she ranted.
"Now, Mêlée..." Katherine reasoned.
"NO! I'M TIRED OF EVERYBODY TAKING THEIR SIDES. WHY CAN'T ANYBODY TAKE MY SIDE FOR ONCE." With that Mêlée ran from the common room and all the way to the Slytherin Dormitory.
Mêlée's Options
After Mêlée left the Great Hall she raced down to the Slytherin Common Room, tears clouding her eyes. She barely got the password 'Pureblood' out between her sobs. She couldn't even make it to her dormitory. She just plopped down on the couch in front of the fireplace. She didn't even care who saw her or what they said. She just wanted to cry in peace. She didn't even look up when someone stopped and stood right in front of her. The person squatted down and tried to look her in the eye. It was Draco.
"G...g...go...a...a...away...sob...M...M...Malfoy." She sobbed. "I...I...a...am...n...not...in...t...the...m...mood."
"No, no, no. I'm not here to make fun of you. I agree with you. That Hufflepuff has no right to tell you what to do." Draco charmed. He sat down next to her and put an arm around her shoulders. "I think you are very brave to stand up to them like that. And I like snow. Lots of it. She shouldn't have gotten all upset about those stupid candles."
Mêlée turned into him and cried into his shirt. Draco put his arms around her and let her cry, trying very hard to be kind and charming. "It's alright," he said.
"I...I...w...wish...w...we...were...n...normal." She sobbed. "I...w...wish...w...we...c...could...g...go...b...back...t...to...S...Salem. I...w...wish...that w...we...didn't...h...have...t...these...p...powers. I...j...just...w...want...to...b...be...n...normal."
Draco listened intently to her sobs, catching the important tidbits, and thinking about the news he could send to his...friends. "Maybe you can come spend the holidays with my mom and I. I can send a letter and leave within a couple days if you'd like." He offered, gentlemanly.
Mêlée stopped crying and lifted her head from his chest. "What?" she asked.
"You could spend a week or so away from here and your sisters. Maybe it would do you some good." Draco said.
"Why are you being so nice? What's in it for you?" she asked.
"Nothing. I admire what you did back there. But I don't want to hate your sisters forever." Malfoy reasoned.
"Oh." Mêlée whispered. "Well, tell you what. I'll think about it and I'll let you know tomorrow." She said as she stood up and away from him.
"Alright. Whatever you want." He stood up to face her. "Goodnight." He kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight." Then she turned around and went up to her dormitory. She didn't get much sleep that night even though she was exhausted. She spent the entire time crying or thinking about what Draco had said. 'Should I go?' she thought to her self. 'I would be nice to get away for a little while. I mean I am eighteen, I really don't have to ask my parents...I'll go see them tomorrow.'
Mêlée has just fallen asleep when she heard the rosters that lived out behind Hagrid's hut. Giving up any hope of getting anymore sleep she got up and got dressed. No one else was up yet, they were probably the smarter ones. No one had to do anything because it was a holiday. She quietly made her way down to the Great Hall.
The weather outside was dreadful. Snow blew wildly and Mêlée vaguely wondered it that was her fault. Maybe her tantrum yesterday had caused the violent weather? But she soon dismissed the thought when she ran into someone. It was Professor Ashkevron.
"Professor? I'm sorry; I was caught up in my own thoughts. I'm sorry." She rambled
"It's alright." He answered with a smile. Mêlée's heart melted just like every other girl who had seen his smile. "Are you alright? You seem kinda distracted. You usually aren't like that."
"I'm fine, Professor." Mêlée answered, then she noticed the extreme amount of snow on his robes and in his hair. "May I ask why you were out it that?" she pointed to the blizzard.
He brushed some more snow off his robes. "I was taking care of 'Fandles. Why are you up this early?"
"Oh, I was just headed to the Great Hall for breakfast before anyone else got up." She answered.
"Namely your sisters." He stated.
"You think yesterday was my fault, don't you?" she demanded.
"No I don't think it was all your fault. Your sisters had a lot to do with it." He reasoned but she had already taken off down the hall and into the Great Hall.
She stopped when she got to the Great Hall but she didn't stay long. Picking up a bagel, she made her way down to her parents' room and prayed to Merlin that they would take her side for once. She stopped in front of the painting of the four girls. Three were still asleep but one, Michele, was awake.
"Ah, you've had the first big fight haven't you?" Michele asked sympathetically.
"What do you know about it?" Mêlée demanded, her anger rising again. Were the portraits against her too?
"Only that you think that everybody is against you and that you are considering an invitation by a Slytherin." Michele replied. "I'm not going to try and tell you what to do. All I have to say is be careful. Think things through before you act or make judgments. If you don't, things will get really ugly. Just trust me. Password?"
Mêlée hesitated before supplying the password. Her parents were in the common room getting ready to leave for work. "Mêlée!" her mother cried and rushed to hug her daughter.
"Good morning." Mêlée greeted.
"How are you, dear?" her mother asked.
"We heard about what happened yesterday." Her father came up to her.
"And?" Mêlée dodged.
"Are you alright?" her mother asked.
"Yeah, sure." Mêlée answered.
"Have you talked to them yet?" Chris asked.
"Why would I want to? They won't listen to me anyway." Mêlée broke away from her mother and walked to stare into the fireplace.
"Sure they will. Why don't you give them a chance?"
"Why should I? They don't give me the same courtesy." Mêlée all but yelled.
"Calm down, sweetheart. We aren't yelling at you, just calm down. You are overreacting." Chris stated.
"Cleo started it, not me. Her and her stupid candles. And Curania and A'lira taking her side. I hate them!" she ranted.
"Now, Mêlée..." Katherine reasoned.
"NO! I'M TIRED OF EVERYBODY TAKING THEIR SIDES. WHY CAN'T ANYBODY TAKE MY SIDE FOR ONCE." With that Mêlée ran from the common room and all the way to the Slytherin Dormitory.