6.Close Encounters
Malfoy's POV
When she ran into me at platform 9 3/4, she was so spiteful. I couldn't figure out why. I can't have done anything to her as I don't even remember seeing her before. She was a feisty one, I decided to research her family name, to see if my father or perhaps another malfoy down the line had done anything to her family. In order to do this, I sent my owl home for some books from the malfoy library we have books on the heritage of almost every important person currently residing in England. And not only books on the heritage, but on the person themselves, it was fascinating, the things one could find in the malfoy library. As soon as the books arrived, I immediately went to the library and began poring over them. "Kutchka, very particular name." I thought. No malfoy had ever done anything to her family. In fact her family had lived in Germany for the past 5 generations. They were nobles apparently, but something went wrong when it had been Eveline's turn to receive her title, and she ended up at hogwarts. I also learned that her favorite music was punk and her favorite band was a German band named rammstein. I learned that she never cut classes, was an excellent student, and her favorite class was potions. At that moment I heard the library door open, normally I wouldn't turn a single hair of my gorgeous head, but then, normally I wouldn't be in the library at 4 in the morning.
"Malfoy? What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
"I was about to ask you the same thing."
"I couldn't sleep."
"I found an excellent book that I just couldn't put down, but the fire in my common room got too low to see anything."
"Likely excuse." at that she began to turn and make her way out of the library. "Not so bloody fast." I thought.
"Leaving so soon? Why don't we chat?"
"I have nothing appropriate to say to you while we're in a library."
"Then why don't we step outside?"
"Because I wouldn't want to tear you from your book, after all it is so INTERESTING."
"Well then you have to stay anyway because I have something to say to you."
"Good for you, but I'm sure it can wait another, four hours."
"Why do you hate me?"
"Because, you are a horrible, deceitful person, that deserves only to be loathed by his fellow human beings."
"Good answer. But what have I done to you, I don't recall anything, and I usually do."
"I find that amazing since you must have an awful lot to recall."
Quickly I changed subjects. "So why didn't you receive your title." Surprise flashed in her eyes, but then it was gone.
"Why do you want to know? Curiosity killed the cat."
"But it seems to work for everyone else."
"Fine. If you must know I didn't want it, so I ran away."
"Didn't want to be a duchess! Didn't want to have it made for the rest of your life! Are you insane!"
At my surprise she smiled at me, not sneered, or smirked but smiled. It was only a little smile, but I must admit, she has a beautiful smile when she chooses to show it. Why was I thinking these thoughts about her?
"Maybe I am, but you have no idea what it's like. Always being watched, always being told what to do. It's like being sent to boot camp. I hated it! My parents did not know that I was a witch either, so I came to hogwarts as soon as I received my exceptance letter. Dumbledore has hid me for 6 years now. I haven't seen my parents since I've ran away, and frankly I don't want to."
"So where will you go after Hogwarts?"
"I'll earn a job, rent a flat, live like a normal person does."
"And what about your family, your life, your title?" At this anger flashed in her eyes.
"This is my life now Malfoy, and I think you've heard your fill of my life. And if I hear that you've breathed a word of this to anyone, I'll hex you so bad that you'll wish you were dead." with that she stormed out of the library, her cloak swirling behind her. I reopened my books and began to think, after all I had an awful lot to think about.
Eveline's POV
"What is wrong with you! Why did you tell him so much! You know his family is associated with the dark lord, now if he breaths a word to dear old dad, not only will my family find me, but He will as well!" I yelled at myself while pacing the quidditch pitch. It's not that I didn't want to see my family again, not absolutely.
You see, I have an older sister whose name was Erica. Smart, blonde, and beautiful she was everything I wasn't. She was patient and kind, and I loved her dearly. But my mother also played favorites and of course Erica was always favorable. She would always compare us, the worst part was that I knew that Erica was perfect, so everything my mother said was true, and I hated it. My father had always wanted a son, and I was always quite the tomboy so he taught me everything he would have taught me if I were a son. But he often favored my younger sister, Natalia, for reasons that I did not know. So I always bared the blame for all of our mistakes, which was another reason that I did not want to claim my title. I would be scrutinized twice as closely and punished twice as severely for every mistake. I did not need that.
Thinking of my family, I started to cry. Have you ever noticed how in movies, when the actress cries her face stays perfect? How do they do that? My face turns red and blotchy and my eyes turn red and blood shot. I hate crying, I feel so weak and vulnerable. I don't cry unless I absolutely, can't hold it back, but the result of that is that everything I've bottled up, all pours out at once. So once I start crying, it takes me forever to stop. I didn't want to be seen, and since I wasn't thinking straight I ran. And I ran, and I ran, I ran straight into the middle of the forbidden forest, and there I collapsed sobbing.
After about half an hour I heard someone call my name.
"Scheissa."(shit in German)
"Eveline, my god what's wrong?"
"Hello harry. Following me?"
"Yes, well I'm trying to. You put up one hell of a chase."
"Maybe because I didn't want to be followed" I whispered as I looked up at him. Once he saw I had been crying he looked surprised, but quickly recovered.
"What happened? Never mind it's ok. I'll stay with you until your ready to face the world again."
"You'll be waiting here forever."
"I don't mind, as long as it's forever with you."
Now it was my turn to be surprised. Had I heard him right? After he said this, he knelt next to me and hugged me. I don't know how long we sat there, but suddenly we heard the toll of a bell in the distance.
"Scheissa again."
"Was that the bell for our classes?"
"Think so."
"Today is what, Wednesday? Bloody hell that means we have potions first!"
"Just my bloody luck" I thought as Harry and I sprinted through the woods. After about ten minutes we still hadn't reached the edge of the forest, and I started to worry.
"We're lost in the forbidden forest."
"Are you scared?"
"I'd be a fool not to be. But then again, I'm very foolish."
I grabbed his hand and once again plunged though the forest. I don't know where I thought I was going, but I felt as if I was being magnetically pulled in one direction. I felt as if, if I stopped, or went in another direction, something terrible would happen to both of us. I also felt it was my responsibility to get Harry out in one piece, since I'm the reason he was so deep in the forest. He pulled on my hand until I had no choice but to stop.
"Do you even know where you're going?"
"No, but I have a feeling."
"Well it doesn't seem to be helping."
That was when we heard the "clip-clop, clip-clop" of hooves pounding the ground.
"Centaurs, last time they saw me here, they said if they ever saw me again, they would kill me. This is not good. Are you sure you know where you're going?"
"No, but you'll just have to trust me."
I smiled at the skeptical look he gave me, and gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. The sound drew nearer, as we flew through the forest, blasting bushes out of the way with our wands if necessary. After another minute the woods started to thin, and in one more we burst out of the forest. We ran for another hundred feet or so and then we both collapsed on the ground, panting heavily.
After a few minutes we had finally caught our breath, and made our way up to the castle. We grabbed our bags and began to run again to our class. I however lagged and fell behind as I was trying to get something out of a small box. When we had finally reached the classroom, I stopped Harry from opening the door. I took out a water bottle and swallowed the small pill. I then motioned for him to open the door. When he did, I stepped inside, and passed out.
