Tru had an uncomfortably long sleep. At some points during her dreams, her body wanted to wake itself up, but the potions effect was working ever so delicately on her fragile, weak body. Time after time images of the forest blurred themselves into her mind making Tru even more uneasy. But sadly there was nothing she could do about it until she woke up.
She tossed. And she turned. Nothing could stop it it seemed to her until...
Hours after she had fallen asleep, someone was shaking her. Thankfully, she opened her eyes from her horrid dreams to see Sir Pomfrey holding out a plate of turkey and potatoes. "Thought you and the young sir would be hungry so I bought you both some food." Tru sat up and took the plate hungrily. "Thank you...wait...young sir?"
Sir Pomfrey left the room leaving Tru a little confused until a voice from her left made her jump. "Have a good sleep there, Lupin?" She looked over to see Draco Malfoy, his leg in a splint, resting on a pillow and eating turkey and potatoes like she was. Tru's eyes narrowed. "What did you do Malfoy? Broke your leg while trying to show off to your filthy, horrible Slytherin friends were you? You slime."
Draco took in a breath and pretended not to hear her insult. Tru noticed this and didn't care. She gobbled down her turkey and potatoes like a wild animal would. This thought made her uncomfortable and she ate normally. She finished her plate and set it aside. This wasn't enough, she was still hungry. She looked longingly at Draco's food, not even daring to ask if she could have it because she knew the answer that would portrude from those cruel lips.
Draco saw her eyeing it. He wasn't at all hungry, but he knew she would take his act of kindness in giving the rest of it to her as a mockery or something. Whatever she thought he was besides a selfish, conceided bit of slime. But he might as well give it a try...he'd done something else already. He heaved a sigh and held the plate out to her. "Here. Just take it. I know you're still hungry so just take it."
Tru did certainly look taken aback by this. She eyed it suspiciously. "What did you do to it?"
"I didn't do a thing!"
"Prove it."
Draco sighed and took a large bite out of a turkey leg. When that didn't seem to be enough, he took a large clump of potatoes and shoved it in his mouth. When he swallowed he looked at her grudgingly. "Happy now? I've proved that it's not poison so just take it!"
Still reluctant of Malfoy's intentions, Tru took the plate and set it in her lap. She looked at it in a strange way before looking back up at him. "What are you playing at?"
"What do you mean? Can't a person do an act of kindness without having someone be susupicious of him?"
"Not a person like you!"
"And why, pray tell, is that?"
"OH! I don't know. Maybe because all you have EVER been to my friends and I is rude, mean, and just plain ignorant of our feelings. All you give a bloody damn about is yourself!"
"Well maybe I changed."
"Maybe, is the key word Malfoy."
"I am SERIOUS. Why can't you just accept the fact that you and I are going to be stuck in here together for a couple of weeks and get used to it."
"Or maybe I can pretend you're not here."
Tru turned over to face the opposite wall leaving Draco's mouth hanging open in anger. What a girl! What a arrogant, stubborn little girl! She had even tossed his plate over the floor! Draco sneered and layed back, his head facing the opposite wall.
Cursed girl...can't even accept an act of kindness. People these days...Then again...I have been pretty harsh to her in the past. I knew it was gonna start out like this anyway. We've got a LONG way to go. Hell, I don't even think any of our time in here with her is going to do a thing but make things worse. BRILLIANT Draco. Just brilliant. Look what father's done to you. That bastard. That DAMN bastard.
These thoughts ran through Draco's head as he stared at the opposite wall before he heard something from the other bed...was that sobbing? He sat up and looked over at Lupin. Yes, she was shaking with would-be silent tears. Was she in THAT much pain from whatever she was in here for?
Draco opened his mouth to say something, then closed it again. He felt mighty awkward at this point...mighty awkward. He didn't know whether to reach over and pat her shoulder or just sit there and stare at her until she fell asleep from her tears. He suddenly straightened up. Don't be like father...A voice in his head mocked. He glared and tried to talk.
"Um..are you...are you all right?" he said softly.
"What's it to you?" was the cold and sobby answer from the other bed. Draco rubbed his bottom lip anxiously and spoke again. "I was just wondering. I mean...I'm the only one hear, so if you want to talk about it you might as well talk about it with me. Your friends will be asleep by now."
Tru's sobs stopped and she sat up, staring at him. "Are you faking me out Malfoy?" she said in the most angry tone he'd ever heard. His mouth screwed up and he tried to resist the thoughts in his head. Don't show off...there aren't any Slytherins around...remember you WANT to be nice to her and Potter and Weasley and Granger...don't let your ego get the better of you...
"OF COURSE I am you half wit. PSH. Why would I want to be nice to YOU! You arrogant werewolf spawn of a bitch." Draco spat before he slammed himself back on the bed and faced the other way.
You ass hole.
Tru's tears rekindled themselves and she clutched her pillow as though for dear and precious life. Sobbing into it, trying to be as quiet as she could, but she knew he could hear her. What a bastard. What a selfish little twit he was. How she loathed him. How horrible things were right now. She wanted to just curl up under the blanket and NEVER come out again. This was something she never wanted to reveal, though she knew her three best friends already knew it.
And she couldn't blame her father. This wasn't his fault. Their whole family had a history of werewolves in it. And it all went back to her greatest of grandfathers. Sir Sabastian Lupin. Way back in 1433. What a history. And now it was her turn. She knew that life was going to be different. Like how her father's was. Not many people spoke to him..let alone OF him. He rarely got asked for a job other than at Hogwarts but that was because Dumbledore knew he could control it with the potion.
But what of her? In today's world things were much...MUCH...worse...and if that...MALFOY found out..it would spread like wildfire. With HIS big mouth. But the sad thing was...he WAS right. They would be in here for a while...possibly ALONE. And he would be the only person she could talk to besides sending owls to Harry, Ron, and Hermione. But still. He'd be the only one in there with her.
She would have to TRY...TRY and make the best of her time...with Draco Malfoy.
