Draco didn't sit with us at dinner that night. He just sat with Flint, Crabbe and Goyle. Crabbe and Goyle waved at us to sit with them, but Draco elbowed them in the arm, obviously signaling them to put their hands down. "What's the matter, you get in a fight or something," asked Goyle surprised. "I don't really think I want to talk about it guys" whispered Draco. "Fine then," said Crabbe and he mouthed Sorry to Kayla and me. Draco hadn't told them I was a muggle-born. That was the only thing I was thinking about all dinner.

"Why wouldn't he tell them?" I asked Kayla finally.

"What?"

"You know, why wouldn't he tell them I was a muggle-born?" I said.

"He obviously likes you. He's probably thinking about what you told him about you being more of a friend to him than Crabbe and Goyle. It's true." Said Kayla.

"I know, but I'm not sure if I should've told him." I said glancing over at Draco, who was just sitting there, not eating or saying anything. He just held his head down, staring at his food.

"He needed to know, he needs to think on it a while. He'll come around eventually." Said Kayla.

"I hope so, he's my best friend." I said with a deep sigh.

That night in the common room, Draco was in a far corner, reading Quidditch Through the Ages. He was alone and he would occasionally yawn, or sigh. He noticed I was looking at him and I turned away quickly. He sat there for 2 hours, just reading and sighing. Kayla and I were doing our divination homework.

"Done!" I said, relieved. "Me too" said Kayla happily.

Then, 2 more hours passed. I finished my Charms Homework along with Potions. It got very quiet and people were slowly emptying the common room. Draco was still in the corner, now, for the first time in a very long time, was doing his transfiguration homework.
He must have been really troubled because he never, and I mean, never did his transfiguration homework. The silence began to piss me off so I slammed my Transfiguration book closed. I began to rub my temples. Then I got really frustrated for some reason and threw the book against the wall as hard as I could. It felt good. I fell into a big chair next to the fire with a sigh of relief. Draco got up and started up the stairs. I brought myself to say, "good night". He stopped in his tracks, looked over his shoulder and opened his mouth to say something, but just kept walking.

"DAMN IT, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?" I bellowed impatiently up the stairs. He didn't say anything, and again, just kept walking. I kicked over a chair and stormed up stairs after him. I grabbed his arm and said, " I said goodnight!" He turned around. What made me let him go was the look on his face. It was like, well, like he wanted to cry and at the same time, disappointed. He walked away, one of the shoulders of his robes off his shoulder, not bothering to fix it. I felt this really empty feeling inside my stomach. I didn't move. I just stared at him walking away and then I felt a single tear roll down my face. I stood there for nearly ten minutes, just staring at the boys' dormitory door. I was hurt, I wasn't sure if the feeling in my stomach was guilt or sadness of losing a friend. I slowly walked into the girl's dormitory and fell onto my four-poster and lay there, for who knows how long, thinking about that look on his face. It's true, you don't know what you'v got until it's gone.