Chapter Two:
I sat alone in the Library, surrounded by towering walls of a vast variety of books. I was still fuming from the night before, even more so when I came out from the bathroom; Harry and Ron were there, on Harry's firebolt, floating outside like idiots. I had yelled at them to some extent, but they just didn't understand, they never did.
And that's why I am here.
As if in coincidence, Malfoy boldly sauntered into the Library, bag slung over one shoulder and his usual air of emotionless arrogance hovered around him like an intoxicating cloud.
Waiting until Malfoy had seated himself, I quickly emerged from my stack of unstable walls and silently jogged over to his table, hidden by ominous bookshelves and weak candle light.
Before I even said a word, the Slytherin Prince looked up coolly, slightly leaning back further into his creaking chair, making even the most uncomfortable position was made graceful.
"What do you want Granger, can't you see I'm busy here?" the platinum blonde sixth year inquired in a bored and carefree tone.
"How did you hear me Malfoy? I was as quiet as possible when I came over here!" I exclaimed, eyes widening as I stared down at him.
"You were as graceful as a new born elephant, not to mention ugly like one, how could I not hear you?" Malfoy drawled, casually smirking as he went back to his book.
"I won't dignify that with an answer."
"Look Mudblood, you're wasting my precious time. I know you're getting angry at me, obviously I hate you being within fifteen feet of me, so why don't you tell me and we can get this over with, so then you can scurry back to the horrid heights of your pitiable tower."
"Fine with me." I said, eying a nearby chair before slowly reaching out to pull it my way.
"No. You'll stand, I don't want anymore of my air damaged by your germs." Ferret boy sneered, it was almost like he was talking to a disobedient puppy.
I am not a puppy. I stubbornly thought to myself as I dismissed his remark and sat in the chair anyway.
"I'm too easy to read," I blurted out suddenly, I felt a warm rush of bleed creep up past my neck and onto my already embarrassed and nervous face.
Scowling blandly, Malfoy's eyebrow rose to question what I had previously said. He didn't laugh nor ridicule me like I had been thinking, instead, he waited expectantly like a normal person would be with a little slow-speaking child.
"and I want you to-"
"Let me guess, you, a Gryffindor Mudblood wants me, the best Slytherin pureblood in this school to tech you how to, conceal your emotions?" the young malevolent Malfoy interrupted my nervous mumbling with his cool, silky voice.
He better say yes. I don't want to be weak, so vulnerable…
I was meant to say 'So, can you help me?' but all that came out was, "So?" in a tiny voice. I blushed at my eagerness and idiocy that the Draco Malfoy would ever help me.
"No." Malfoy bluntly replied, closing his book gently as he stood up.
"Please, would it help if I said please?" I whispered, following suit I stood up and stepped closer to him.
"Why would I help you? It would mean I was being nice to you and that goes against the Slytherin code." The platinum boy stated plainly, gathering his items and slipping his green and black bag onto his shoulder gracefully.
Even the simplest things seem so controlled, so graceful and almost god-like.
Wait? Why the hell are you thinking that, Hermione Daniela Granger?
"Pl-" I began, as I was thinking of all the times when I so feeble, so readable, so defenceless, I had to convince him, no matter what.
"No." Malfoy stubbornly drawled, turning to leave.
"I'll pay you!" I exclaimed, now the desperation was eating me alive.
"Granger, not only do I have enough money to buy; Gringotts twice, but why, would I want to touch your money?" he smirked, pausing for a moment before he resumed walking away.
"Wait!" I shouted, receiving several 'sshs' and glares from other students in the Library as I ran up to Ferret Boy.
He can't just turn away, even if he is Malfoy, he can't! I grabbed his shoulder and spun him around and glared at him angrily.
"Come on Malfoy, even you aren't this heartless," Ferret Boy raised one eyebrow again. "I need you to show me how to become almost like-you," his browed furrowed slightly. "I want to be an emotionless, expressionless and a very controlled person. I have always hated being frail and exposed and I know you would hate it too, if you had experienced what I've had." I finished my sentenced quickly, looking up into his grey eyes as the tears dropped from my own.
The Slytherin Prince glanced down, his face remained stony cold but as I watched them, those mysterious grey eyes changed ever so slightly. They were still blank, but something shifted behind them, like a shadow or a small flicker of unknown thoughts was there one moment and gone the next.
"Granger I-"
AUTHOR'S NOTES!
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