"I'll catch up with you, Harry. I need to talk to Professor Snape for a
little bit." Kristin waved him onward.
"Alright," Harry leaned close to her for a moment and she kissed him lightly on the cheek while running a hand through his tousled raven-colored hair. She watched him out the door.
"So?" Snape started, "Potter, huh? I always expected more from you." His head shook in dissatisfaction.
"Well, I like him, anyway." She held her head high and proud, in a voice filled with dignity as if explaining her feelings for her boyfriend to her potions teacher was a long walk of an innocent to the guillotine.
"For reasons I'll never understand," he sighed, with another shake of his head. "How does Mr. Malfoy feel about all of this?"
"Well," the pride that had filled her features before seemed to scuttle out the shadowy, dark dungeon door. "Actually, Draco isn't too happy with the whole situation. But he'll get over it," she looked doubtful, "right?"
Snape looked toward her sympathetically; "No one gets over having yet another reason to be jealous of the guy who's always been better."
"But why would he be jealous? We can still be friends. Me going out with Harry doesn't change that."
"Exactly, you're going out with Harry and not him. He's been your friend since your second day and you pick Harry instead of him."
"But Draco and I are just friends," Kristin assured, "I've never even thought of going out with him."
"Well, he's though of it. Then you go and pick Harry Potter. Draco has spent the past six years dreaming of beating Harry at something, anything. Draco's got talent, but Harry has been fated to be great. I'll admit that Harry knows what's going on and he's got what it takes but so does Draco and just because they react differently, Draco is seen as the bad guy and Harry the courageous hero. Just when he thinks he may actually get what he wants for a change, Harry comes along and takes you from him."
"Harry didn't take me from him. Harry came along first, then Draco decided I wasn't too bad, after he came to the infirmary to insult me." Her voice started to rise. "Anyway, I don't just want to be Draco's prize; the epitome of his defeat of Harry Potter."
"You don't understand anything I just told you," Snape was yelling back, "did you? Don't you recognize anything beside yourself? Just go then. Just go and be with Harry Potter but think about how much it kills Draco inside just to watch you two together. Just realize that he knows that everything he wants Harry will have and he's never good enough to get the girl, no matter how much he thinks they were meant to be together, until one day he can't take anymore and winds up a muggle just because he can't stand to live in a world where all he hears about is your wedding or your kids or anything." He became calm for a moment, lowering his voice with contempt, "Have you told Harry about your father yet?"
"Shut up." She turned on her heals and stormed out, slamming the 40 pound dungeon door behind her without touching it. All of the candles in the room erupted for a moment before extinguishing and leaving Snape alone in the dark.
-----
Kristin fumed all the way down the hall until she looked up the stairs at Harry waiting for her. He extended his arm to beckon her and her spirits lifted a little. Taking his hand, they started to walk toward her next class talking about homework.
"Oh, by the way," he began.
-----
Kristin followed the tall dark man closely, religiously, not wanting to lose the closest thing she had to family- not again. His black cloak billowed behind him in a way she had never seen before. In fact, her eyes never before beheld most things in this village. The house elf followed closely, clutching Kristin's pillowcase, diligently, his giant eyes staring at her in awe.
She walked a little longer, until her feet were sore. The weary girl hadn't stopped much since the night before and was beginning to get hungry. She told Mr. Malfoy of this and he immediately stopped and got her something to eat from a small diner. Kristin loved the way she was being doted upon by this new stranger, as if she was something more than just an orphan with a terrifying, unexplainable past.
Slightly after dark, they reached an open meadow surrounded by growths of trees and bushes as if the place was never meant to be found. The sunlight streaked from the sky around the white billowy clouds. Kristin thought of stories of places like this- stories with fairies and unicorns, with all sorts of magical things happening all around her. She saw a few specks of lights dancing in the distance of the woods, slight chattering. A glowing white figure ephemerally flickered in between the trees.
Kristin's mouth dropped in awe and a slight gasp escaped her lips. Mr. Malfoy glanced back at her with a strange look, as if he was surprised that she had never seen a unicorn before. The house elf played with the pillowcase admiringly.
They soon arrived on the top of a hill where there sat an old boot. Lucius Malfoy picked it up expertly as if it were of much use to him, though Kristin didn't see why. He held fast to her hand and told her to touch the boot with the other hand. Dobby reached for it as well and all of a sudden, she felt herself propelled forward into dizziness.
"Alright," Harry leaned close to her for a moment and she kissed him lightly on the cheek while running a hand through his tousled raven-colored hair. She watched him out the door.
"So?" Snape started, "Potter, huh? I always expected more from you." His head shook in dissatisfaction.
"Well, I like him, anyway." She held her head high and proud, in a voice filled with dignity as if explaining her feelings for her boyfriend to her potions teacher was a long walk of an innocent to the guillotine.
"For reasons I'll never understand," he sighed, with another shake of his head. "How does Mr. Malfoy feel about all of this?"
"Well," the pride that had filled her features before seemed to scuttle out the shadowy, dark dungeon door. "Actually, Draco isn't too happy with the whole situation. But he'll get over it," she looked doubtful, "right?"
Snape looked toward her sympathetically; "No one gets over having yet another reason to be jealous of the guy who's always been better."
"But why would he be jealous? We can still be friends. Me going out with Harry doesn't change that."
"Exactly, you're going out with Harry and not him. He's been your friend since your second day and you pick Harry instead of him."
"But Draco and I are just friends," Kristin assured, "I've never even thought of going out with him."
"Well, he's though of it. Then you go and pick Harry Potter. Draco has spent the past six years dreaming of beating Harry at something, anything. Draco's got talent, but Harry has been fated to be great. I'll admit that Harry knows what's going on and he's got what it takes but so does Draco and just because they react differently, Draco is seen as the bad guy and Harry the courageous hero. Just when he thinks he may actually get what he wants for a change, Harry comes along and takes you from him."
"Harry didn't take me from him. Harry came along first, then Draco decided I wasn't too bad, after he came to the infirmary to insult me." Her voice started to rise. "Anyway, I don't just want to be Draco's prize; the epitome of his defeat of Harry Potter."
"You don't understand anything I just told you," Snape was yelling back, "did you? Don't you recognize anything beside yourself? Just go then. Just go and be with Harry Potter but think about how much it kills Draco inside just to watch you two together. Just realize that he knows that everything he wants Harry will have and he's never good enough to get the girl, no matter how much he thinks they were meant to be together, until one day he can't take anymore and winds up a muggle just because he can't stand to live in a world where all he hears about is your wedding or your kids or anything." He became calm for a moment, lowering his voice with contempt, "Have you told Harry about your father yet?"
"Shut up." She turned on her heals and stormed out, slamming the 40 pound dungeon door behind her without touching it. All of the candles in the room erupted for a moment before extinguishing and leaving Snape alone in the dark.
-----
Kristin fumed all the way down the hall until she looked up the stairs at Harry waiting for her. He extended his arm to beckon her and her spirits lifted a little. Taking his hand, they started to walk toward her next class talking about homework.
"Oh, by the way," he began.
-----
Kristin followed the tall dark man closely, religiously, not wanting to lose the closest thing she had to family- not again. His black cloak billowed behind him in a way she had never seen before. In fact, her eyes never before beheld most things in this village. The house elf followed closely, clutching Kristin's pillowcase, diligently, his giant eyes staring at her in awe.
She walked a little longer, until her feet were sore. The weary girl hadn't stopped much since the night before and was beginning to get hungry. She told Mr. Malfoy of this and he immediately stopped and got her something to eat from a small diner. Kristin loved the way she was being doted upon by this new stranger, as if she was something more than just an orphan with a terrifying, unexplainable past.
Slightly after dark, they reached an open meadow surrounded by growths of trees and bushes as if the place was never meant to be found. The sunlight streaked from the sky around the white billowy clouds. Kristin thought of stories of places like this- stories with fairies and unicorns, with all sorts of magical things happening all around her. She saw a few specks of lights dancing in the distance of the woods, slight chattering. A glowing white figure ephemerally flickered in between the trees.
Kristin's mouth dropped in awe and a slight gasp escaped her lips. Mr. Malfoy glanced back at her with a strange look, as if he was surprised that she had never seen a unicorn before. The house elf played with the pillowcase admiringly.
They soon arrived on the top of a hill where there sat an old boot. Lucius Malfoy picked it up expertly as if it were of much use to him, though Kristin didn't see why. He held fast to her hand and told her to touch the boot with the other hand. Dobby reached for it as well and all of a sudden, she felt herself propelled forward into dizziness.