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Chapter 15- Mixed Feelings

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GEmory: Thanks again for your review. I actually do believe you now that you are the real GEmory, cuz the fake GEmory kinda made it obvious in the difference in your writing styles. Did I take too long in updating? Anyways, I have a question for you though. I can't seem to remember if Hermione was always short-tempered. . . or was she always patient? Cuz. . . I find it weird with her, since it seems like she has mood swings throughout the series. What do you think?


Draco could feel himself tremble slightly as he sat down on his bed. With his eyes closed, he rested his head in his hands, as he felt it pound with the many thoughts that raced through his mind.

Letting out a heavy sigh, Draco could feel himself calming down, as his fury subsided.

'That's it,' he thought quietly and reassuringly to himself. 'No need to get angry. She hardly even knows you, so what she said downstairs was probably just nonsense and out of anger. I cannot possibly be turning into father. That's crazy!'

Draco shook his head in misery. He felt so confused, and also not for the first time. . . so alone. He felt completely clueless and bewildered about his future and what was going to happen after he revealed that he didn't want to work for the Dark Lord. Everyone was expecting him to become a deatheater like his father, and by not following in his footsteps, what would happen to the Malfoy name, and to also his own name and reputation? But, he also felt ashamed that a Slytherin like himself, was getting carried away with these feelings.

'I'm supposed to keep my emotions in check,' he thought. 'Why am I growing so soft?'

Draco grew deeper and deeper in thought as he started to think about how much he did and how much he would still have to endure.

'Why is it that I want to be like my father less and less?' he asked himself. 'It seems like I don't even want to know him anymore, let alone to see him again. What happened to those good old days when we used to be just one great family, and I used to idolize and worship him like crazy?'

Just then, the rapping coming from the outside of his bedroom door, startled him. Opening his eyes and removing his head from his hands, he called out, "Come in!"

Pansy's figure emerged from behind the door as she walked into his bedroom.

"Hey," she greeted, as she shut the door behind her. "I just finished my homework, so I'm free. Want to come down to my room now?"

Draco couldn't help the feeling that he didn't want to do anything right at that moment, and for some reason, especially with Pansy, so he replied, "Pansy, I don't feel like really doing much tonight."

Pansy, noticing the tone of his voice and the faint tortured look on his face, walked over to him so she was standing right in front of him.

"Draco, what's wrong?" she questioned worriedly, as she turned her head slightly to the right, studying his face closely.

Shaking his head, he replied reassuringly, "No Pansy, I'm fine. I just need to be alone right now."

Pansy's eyes widened a little in surprise and in confusion. There was a moment's pause, before she quietly spoke.

"Ok Draco."

She turned around, but before walking out of the room and closing the door behind her, she said, "Goodnight."

Draco watched the door close into the doorframe, and as he stared at its smooth, cold surface, realization suddenly hit him.

This was the first time he didn't want her around him, and this was the first time he ever had to lie to her about anything.

And. . . he and Pansy both knew it.


Author's Note: Sorry about making this chapter too short, but the last chapter I just posted up was too long. I just needed to wrap up some stuff before moving on any further.