Chapter 3 Avoiding
Draco woke up. His mother was yelling at him to get up and ready for dinner. With he head and heart still hurt. He felt so alone. "DRACO!! Get down here NOW!" his mother screeched up the stair to Draco.
"I'm not hungry!" he yelled back. Mrs. Malfoy heaved a sigh and stormed off. She'd wasted her voice yet again on a moody teen. Draco sighed and fell back onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling thinking about nothing.
After twenty minutes of nothing, suddenly the air was knocked out of him. A large gray owl sat on his stomach. Draco gasped for a breath, but the weight of the owl continued to press down. The owl didn't look familiar. Rudely, Draco shoved the owl off. It lost its balance only to take flight. It hooted madly. The owl landed on his dresser and knocked over his things.
Draco sighed muttering, "Bloody pigeon!" He walked over. The owl ruffled it's feathers and hooted more. Draco rolled his eyes. He reached for the letter. But the owl's head shot down and bit his thumb. Draco cried and jerked his hand back. His thumb began to bleed.
Draco glared at the bird. Then he reached into a lower drawer and pulled out an owl treat. Draco held it in front of the owl. He tried making peace with it. The owl accepted. It held out its leg and ate the treat. As soon as the letter was gone, the owl settled down on the floor in a corner. Draco gave a confused look to the bird but decided not to question.
Draco wrapped his thumb in a Kleenex. Then he threw the letter on his bed and reorganized his dresser. Once that was done, Draco leaped onto his bed. He looked at the front. It was written in black ink. Potter. He opened the letter, but it wasn't from Harry.
Dear Draco,
Hey, how are you this evening? No big deal about today. Maybe another day? Well, I was just wondering if you would like to see a movie, you know, Muggle stile? It'll be a whole lot of fun. The movie is supposed to be really good. It's called Pirates of the Caribbean, Curse of the Black Pearl. I haven't seen it, but that's what I heard. Well, you know it was just an idea. If you want to come, owl me back or something. Lea
Draco gazed at the letter. He distant sound of the owl as it fluttered out the window. He was only awakening as the weight of a small owl landed on his shoulder. Draco looked over to the owl. He smiled to see the familiar handwriting. Potter. Quickly, he untied to letter. The owl flew off.
Dear Anonymous,
All right, I don't know why you turn to me; I'm not all to good at this. But I shall help if I can. Answer this one question for me. DO YOU LIKE THE GIRL!? If you do, then what's the problem!! Who cares if she's half blood or whatever? Obviously you like her. Well, if you get my drift, then yah. Hope that it all turns out well. Harry Potter
'That easy enough for him to say' thought Draco. He sighed heavily. Then, turning out the lights, he went into a restless sleep.
Draco woke the next morning. He was extremely hungry. Quickly he showered, put on a pair for jean shorts and a black T-shirt and ran down stairs. After a large breakfast, Draco went for a walk. All that he could think about was Lea. It was driving him mad. He wasn't even caring about all the muggles that bustled past.
Draco let his feet go where they pleased. By the time Draco looked at his surroundings, he had turned up in the park. At least it was peaceful there. So he went to the pond and sat on a bench. Draco sat for a long time. He was just watching the fish and ducks as they swam about. He almost envied them; their lived were so carefree.
After about thirty minutes of sitting, Draco became restless again. He stood up and stretched. Suddenly, someone placed their hands on his shoulder, "Hey Draco!" Startled, Draco leaped forward. The only thing was that there was no place to leap forward to. So instead, he fell face first into the water.
Draco quickly got to his knees. He sputtered water; some was up his nose and some in his mouth. It tasted horrible. He was totally soaked. He turned to see Lea. She was covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh my gosh!" she said through her hands, "I am SO sorry! Here." She held out her hand. Draco took it and she pulled him out of the water.
"It's ok," he muttered. As the beautiful blonde stared back warmly, he became speechless. How he wanted to talk with her, but the word Mudblood kept ringing in his head. "Uhm." he stammered, "I've. I'd better head home to change clothes." Before Lea could say a thing, Draco ran off out of the park. Thankfully Draco never turned to see Lea forlorn face staring at his back confused.
Draco went back up into his room without a word. He's dried off and changed. And although his face was dry, water huddled under his eyes. Hastily, he wiped them away. What was Draco Malfoy doing crying like a baby?? And over a girl, a muggle born!? Get a grip!
He went out and sat on the porch. He closed his gray eyes and rested his head against the mansion. After a few moments, a males voice woke him. "I saw you and the girl, Malfoy. I know that you're the one who wrote the letter." Draco gray eyes shot open.
"Potter!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
"Just admit it Malfoy, you're the one who wrote them," Harry smirked.
"So what if I did? What are you gonna do? And how did you see me?? Are you spying on me?" Draco growled.
"Easy there. It's no big deal. I was on my way to the beach and I saw you. Plus it was easy to find out who wrote the letter," Harry said coolly. "Draco." Draco gave him a surprised look. "Yah, I called you Draco. Anyways, I'm not saying that you're avoiding her, but you are avoiding her."
Draco scowled. "Stay out of this, Potter." Harry sighed.
"What ever," Harry said and walked away to the beach. Draco sighed and closed his eyes again. A while later he got up.
Draco took in a quick breath; there in front of him was Lea. "Draco Malfoy, I need to talk to you. Are you avoiding me?"
Draco woke up. His mother was yelling at him to get up and ready for dinner. With he head and heart still hurt. He felt so alone. "DRACO!! Get down here NOW!" his mother screeched up the stair to Draco.
"I'm not hungry!" he yelled back. Mrs. Malfoy heaved a sigh and stormed off. She'd wasted her voice yet again on a moody teen. Draco sighed and fell back onto his bed. He stared at the ceiling thinking about nothing.
After twenty minutes of nothing, suddenly the air was knocked out of him. A large gray owl sat on his stomach. Draco gasped for a breath, but the weight of the owl continued to press down. The owl didn't look familiar. Rudely, Draco shoved the owl off. It lost its balance only to take flight. It hooted madly. The owl landed on his dresser and knocked over his things.
Draco sighed muttering, "Bloody pigeon!" He walked over. The owl ruffled it's feathers and hooted more. Draco rolled his eyes. He reached for the letter. But the owl's head shot down and bit his thumb. Draco cried and jerked his hand back. His thumb began to bleed.
Draco glared at the bird. Then he reached into a lower drawer and pulled out an owl treat. Draco held it in front of the owl. He tried making peace with it. The owl accepted. It held out its leg and ate the treat. As soon as the letter was gone, the owl settled down on the floor in a corner. Draco gave a confused look to the bird but decided not to question.
Draco wrapped his thumb in a Kleenex. Then he threw the letter on his bed and reorganized his dresser. Once that was done, Draco leaped onto his bed. He looked at the front. It was written in black ink. Potter. He opened the letter, but it wasn't from Harry.
Dear Draco,
Hey, how are you this evening? No big deal about today. Maybe another day? Well, I was just wondering if you would like to see a movie, you know, Muggle stile? It'll be a whole lot of fun. The movie is supposed to be really good. It's called Pirates of the Caribbean, Curse of the Black Pearl. I haven't seen it, but that's what I heard. Well, you know it was just an idea. If you want to come, owl me back or something. Lea
Draco gazed at the letter. He distant sound of the owl as it fluttered out the window. He was only awakening as the weight of a small owl landed on his shoulder. Draco looked over to the owl. He smiled to see the familiar handwriting. Potter. Quickly, he untied to letter. The owl flew off.
Dear Anonymous,
All right, I don't know why you turn to me; I'm not all to good at this. But I shall help if I can. Answer this one question for me. DO YOU LIKE THE GIRL!? If you do, then what's the problem!! Who cares if she's half blood or whatever? Obviously you like her. Well, if you get my drift, then yah. Hope that it all turns out well. Harry Potter
'That easy enough for him to say' thought Draco. He sighed heavily. Then, turning out the lights, he went into a restless sleep.
Draco woke the next morning. He was extremely hungry. Quickly he showered, put on a pair for jean shorts and a black T-shirt and ran down stairs. After a large breakfast, Draco went for a walk. All that he could think about was Lea. It was driving him mad. He wasn't even caring about all the muggles that bustled past.
Draco let his feet go where they pleased. By the time Draco looked at his surroundings, he had turned up in the park. At least it was peaceful there. So he went to the pond and sat on a bench. Draco sat for a long time. He was just watching the fish and ducks as they swam about. He almost envied them; their lived were so carefree.
After about thirty minutes of sitting, Draco became restless again. He stood up and stretched. Suddenly, someone placed their hands on his shoulder, "Hey Draco!" Startled, Draco leaped forward. The only thing was that there was no place to leap forward to. So instead, he fell face first into the water.
Draco quickly got to his knees. He sputtered water; some was up his nose and some in his mouth. It tasted horrible. He was totally soaked. He turned to see Lea. She was covering her mouth with her hands. "Oh my gosh!" she said through her hands, "I am SO sorry! Here." She held out her hand. Draco took it and she pulled him out of the water.
"It's ok," he muttered. As the beautiful blonde stared back warmly, he became speechless. How he wanted to talk with her, but the word Mudblood kept ringing in his head. "Uhm." he stammered, "I've. I'd better head home to change clothes." Before Lea could say a thing, Draco ran off out of the park. Thankfully Draco never turned to see Lea forlorn face staring at his back confused.
Draco went back up into his room without a word. He's dried off and changed. And although his face was dry, water huddled under his eyes. Hastily, he wiped them away. What was Draco Malfoy doing crying like a baby?? And over a girl, a muggle born!? Get a grip!
He went out and sat on the porch. He closed his gray eyes and rested his head against the mansion. After a few moments, a males voice woke him. "I saw you and the girl, Malfoy. I know that you're the one who wrote the letter." Draco gray eyes shot open.
"Potter!" he hissed through gritted teeth.
"Just admit it Malfoy, you're the one who wrote them," Harry smirked.
"So what if I did? What are you gonna do? And how did you see me?? Are you spying on me?" Draco growled.
"Easy there. It's no big deal. I was on my way to the beach and I saw you. Plus it was easy to find out who wrote the letter," Harry said coolly. "Draco." Draco gave him a surprised look. "Yah, I called you Draco. Anyways, I'm not saying that you're avoiding her, but you are avoiding her."
Draco scowled. "Stay out of this, Potter." Harry sighed.
"What ever," Harry said and walked away to the beach. Draco sighed and closed his eyes again. A while later he got up.
Draco took in a quick breath; there in front of him was Lea. "Draco Malfoy, I need to talk to you. Are you avoiding me?"