Been so long since I've updated, again; I've been too concentrated in my other fic, lol!
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What are you doing?
I don't understand.
After such spite
You're lending me a hand?
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I watch him; I watch him as a routine I do everyday – every hour. He's striding; even in his current withdrawn state he strides with the same Malfoy confidence his arrogant father burned into him. He pushes his hair back, I'm still watching him, but the sleaves of his robes don't fall back. They never fall back.
I want – need – to talk to him, I just didn't know what about; so I continued to observe. I continued to stare.
"Yes?" Pansy hisses at me, catching on the intense stare that isn't directed at her.
"What does the Mudblood want?" Blaise joins in.
I just look at them; throwing them my get-back stare.
"Leave her alone." Crones Malfoy, not talking his eyes off the book he's reading. Immediately his minions halt. Immediately my heart begins to leap with the anticipation of my new found progress. "She's not worth it." And with that my heart falters.
"Very true." Pansy agrees dryly, though there wasn't enough something in her voice to convince me she did. "Let's not waste or time on it."
"Mudblood." Malfoy holds up the book.
"I still need it." I reply to his unspoken question.
"Are we missing something?" Blaise asks, exchanging glances with Pansy who shrugs.
"I've learnt to share." Draco announced dully.
Pansy faked a gasp and a scandalized expression that didn't quite hide the shock behind her eyes. I arch my eyebrow, daring him to go on; daring for an invitation.
"I need the heads to go to the Headmaster's office immediately." Professor McGonagall announces as she marched into the library, addressing Malfoy and I, surprised to find us in the same room.
"Miss Granger, would you also go find Mr Potter." It wasn't a question. I stand up and realize Malfoy's taking his duties seriously. But I suppose it's all he has.
I walk out of the library, almost together with Malfoy. Except he turns one way when I decide to turn the other. I have no idea where Harry is, nor why the Headmaster would summon us. Harry wasn't a prefect; it was the one thing he didn't have.
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As we, Harry and I, enter the waiting room to Dumbledore's office, Malfoy was sitting on a stretched marble stool, looking absently towards the far away corner. Not acknowledging our presence, he continues to stare and not falter.
Harry smiles coyly at me.
Why? Harry has become unpredictable and I am no longer as close to him during these seven years. But he doesn't think so.
The door opens to Dumbledore's office open before we got a chance to sit down.
"Welcome." A tired voice greeting from within.
Harry strides forth with confidence and replies,
"Thankyou." He never used to stride. It wasn't part of him. I wonder what burned it into him.
Malfoy stands up and strides after, a stride mastered by elegance and habit.
I follow them, still somewhat lost in my thoughts and ponderings.
"What's this about?" I ask, placing myself on the seat between Harry and Malfoy. Of course they would choose to sit as far apart from each other as possible. Harry glared daggers at Malfoy, who only returned the gesture – but his daggers were coated with an icy edge that made Harry look away. I recoil from their conflict and concentrate on the Headmaster.
The doors slam shut.
"I have called you here to warn you." Dumbledore replies, waiting for the attention from the boys.
"About what?" Draco asks lightly as if in light conversation, not radiating the tension I felt.
"I have reason to believe You Know Who is back." Dumbledore announces.
"Voldemort?" Harry cries bluntly.
No one flinches from the name.
"Yes." Dumbledore confirms, "I believe you have the right to know, I trust you will not utter anything about this. I'm not sure yet what is afloat, only suggesting you be alert."
I gape at him. Why is he telling me - us -this?
"I'm telling you this because you are the Heads and might require this information while performing your duties. You Harry because, you are Harry Potter." The Headmaster seemed to answer my question.
Dumbledore doesn't need to say anything else.
The doors open again, and we know we're dismissed.
Not really sure what to say or add I stand up to leave and the others follow in suit. Once out of the door Harry remarks,
"That was quick."
"He's back." Malfoy muttered in thought, no expressions showing on his face.
"Jumping for joy, aren't you?" Harry spat at Malfoy. Malfoy only continued striding until he reached the doors.
"Maybe." He answers, throwing Harry a backwards glance.
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Are you glad I updated? Hmmm? Or have you already lsot interest?