Chapter 5
After work Draco brought Terry to the middle of a forest. There was a hill, lake, and a cottage. It was one of the little lands that Draco got as a gift.
"You wanna sleep over?"
"I don't think I trust you enough"
"I promise I won't try anything"
"I'll call my mother"
Taking out a crystal she talks to her mother.
"My mom said it's my decision"
"You can go you know."
"Yea I know"
Terry was looking at Draco's face. He looked so cold, upset, and confused.
"You okay Draco?"
"Yea fine..."
"Liar"
"Fine! Its not that I care that you don't trust me. It's the reason that I hate…I know I'm that prat Malfoy. He's an asshole and loves to taunt anything less than a pureblood. What bothers me if the fact that you still hang out with me. Why?"
"Yes that's the reason but the reason I hang out with you is because I believe everybody needs a second chance and that looks can be deceiving…believe it or not Chad but when you're not that prat you're actually a nice guy."
"I'm just tired of being Malfoy, but on Friday I'm going to be the same old Malfoy…"
"Why?"
"Because I have to. It's my life. I was born and forced into it."
"Ohhh…"
Trying to lighten the mood Terry decides to say something
"I think I'm gonna stay. Not because of pity…Because I want to."
"Okay..."
Draco mutters a spell and the empty cottage has a muggle television, a bed, stacks of movies, a kitchen, lots of couches, closets and a bathroom.
"Damn the inside of this cottage is actually big"
"I know. Theres a spell to make its appearance small. I hate big houses. I hate the mansion. I like something roomy but small at the same time."
"Okay?"
"Well we gotta get food"
"We can go back to Hogsmeade"
"No, let's go get some muggle food"
After an hour or so Draco and Terry met up at the park.
"What did you get!"
"Some vegetables, chicken, cheese, soda, fruits, pizza, ice-cream. You?"
"Candy. Twizzlers, m&m, skittles, starburst, and the coffee beans that you wanted."
"Thanks"
"You know what! How did you not have anything less than a 50? That guy was looking at me as if I was crazy when I bought something for 4."
"Who cares… want butterbeer?"
"No, let's go"
They returned to the cottage and Draco was putting the stuff away.
"Shit! I forgot to bring my PJ's and tooth brush and that stuff!"
"Oh umm I have new clothes and new tooth brushes here, but the shirts and pants are going to be big on you"
"Thanks. Its okay I wear baggy clothes to sleep."
It was around 7. Draco was just about done cooking. Terry was useless so Draco made her watch TV. to keep her busy.
"I can't believe you like old muggle movies. Especially some romantic ones!" Terry said bursting out laughing
"It's not that funny!"
"Big Bad Malfoy likes to watch mushy films! Hahaha who would of guessed?"
"Shut up! Get your arse over here! Dinners ready."
There was chicken, rice, steamed vegetables, fish, and some spaghetti. The spaghetti, sauce, can meatball were all in separated plates.
"I hope this is enough. I wasn't sure if you liked meat or Asian stuff so I made some other stuff."
"Are you going to poison me? It smells good. It looks good. But does it taste good?"
"I don't know I've been cooking for only a couple of years."
Terry takes a bite.
"This is great!"
"Honestly it can't be that great"
"Can you ever just take praise?"
They were silent for a while and Terry realized that Draco has never been praised before.
"So what are we doing tomorrow?"
"Hmmm… well we can go swimming, eat, play sports, I don't know?"
Terry also realized what his greatest desire was at this moment. He wanted a friend. A true friend that he can confide in because he never had that.
Taking another bite out her food (and swallowing) she decides to say something
"Sounds good"
For the rest of the time everything was silent. She realized that was how he was raised. To eat in silence. After a while she was looking at him from time to time.
He's really good looking. I mean his face is very sharp, masculine, but someone soft. He has a toned body. His hair always falls of the side of face. Whenever he's in a deep thought his face is so stiff. Not to mention how his eyes look like a sharks eye when it smells blood. Draco Malfoy is really the most opposite guy that he acts. I think he can be a great friend.
"What? Is there something on my face?"
"No. Nothing I was just thinking"
"About?"
"Stuff"
"Okay"
"Aren't you going to ask what stuff?"
"No. I hate my father when he asks those questions so I don't ask them myself."
"Oh that's good. I think"
"You done?"
"Yea I'm stuffed"
Just like that Draco takes the plates over to the sink and begins to wash them. After that he walked over to Terry.
"Is something wrong?"
"I don't mean to be rude or anything but this place is really. Dark and I'm not really ones to like it."
"Oh sure. Imagine the color and it will appear. I put this house under an imagination spell. It can never be broken."
"Okay."
With that Terry made the house white. The bed, the walls, the carpets, the couch, everything.
"I guess this will do."
"It's so BRIGHT!"
"Do you want it pink?"
"No! This is good."
Terry stayed for one day and left home after that. The days went by in Malfoy Manor really slowly and so Draco mainly read.
Hermione woke up in the afternoon. She fell asleep to the thoughts of that boy and woke up to another boy.
"Mione?"
"Hmmm?"
"It's already twelve!"
"What?"
"Yea! You wanna come watch me and Ron play Quidditch?"
"Sure, give me five minutes."
Hermione changed her clothes and tied her hair in a bun and left.
