The Transfer Student Chapter 14: We've Never Been Properly Introduced, a harry potter fanfic

Im sorry its taken me so long to update. I promise to do so more frequently, now that schools done. The song in this chapter is called Home by Three Days Grace. The words are slightly altered by myself to fit the story better, but I do not claim to own them in anyway. Enjoy, and please review!

Chapter Fourteen – We've never been properly introduced

She felt so hopeless, so useless. She'd felt that way every morning for the past few days, though the feeling would normally subside by lunchtime.

She'd wake up feeling nauseous and, despite knowing that nothing would happen, would run to the bathroom. She'd run hot water in the sink and allow the steam to clear her head and wash away the cold sweat forming on her brow, then return to her room as though nothing had happened. But she'd still feel hopeless.

"Congratulations Harry."

Ronald Weasley turned his head toward the voice, which sounded strangely apart from the screaming ones around him. When he saw who the voice belonged to, however, he turned away and tried not to blush, but he could feel his ears and neck turning red anyway.

Drea Daray had caught his attention since the first time he'd seen her, though at the time he'd tried to convince himself that it was because of her hair. It had diminished for a time, but his intrigue had been rekindled since Harry had told him about their conversation outside Hagrid's cabin.

"Thanks Drea," Harry answered, smiling broadly. Ron looked up at his older brother Charlie, who winked at him, then spoke to Drea, something that Ron could never have done.

"I love the colour of your hair," Charlie said casually, somehow managing the perfect smile.

"Thanks," Drea answered. "I based it on the Chinese Fireball, so naturally I was excited when I saw one here today."

"Charlie Weasley," his brother said, introducing himself and extending a hand. "I take it you know my brother Ron."

Ron pictured Charlie's head in one of Professor Snape's pickling jars, wearing an expression of shock, then turned around, hoping to look as though he hadn't even known she was there.

"We've never been properly introduced," Drea answered, cocking her head to the side and smiling slightly. His ears burned with embarrassment again, but he managed to extend a hand. He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't think of a single thing to say. Fortunately, and for the first time, his brother's charm saved him from worse embarrassment.

"Well, Harry's gone off and left, but would you two like to come see the dragons? Obviously we share a common passion for the great beasts, Drea, and I know that Ron's always been fascinated by them, haven't you Ron?"

"Uh, yeah, sure, yeah, always," Ron answered awkwardly. Charlie knew that he didn't have an ounce of interest in the creatures, but he appreciated the gesture, though he would never tell his brother that.

Oh my gods. Oh. My. Gods. Omigods. was the only thing that went through Drea's mind from the first time Charlie spoke to her. She wasn't quite sure how, but she managed to form complete sentences despite being unable the think.

"So Ron was telling me that you transferred in from Durmstrang," Charlie said to her. "It must be nice to see your old friends again."

"Quite the opposite actually," she answered. "Although I suppose I am happy to see the only one of them that I can consider an actual friend."

"Oh? And who's that?" he asked.

"Viktor Krum. I hadn't spoken to him all summer, so it was nice to have a real conversation with him again."

"Viktor Krum!" Ron exclaimed, his voice raising a note or two. "You know Viktor Krum?"

"I dated him, actually," she responded. "He's a really fantastic guy, it just wasn't right. We realized that we only cared about each other as friends."

Ron stared at her, his mouth open, eyes full of excitement and disbelief.

Charlie chuckled and opened the door to the tent, where the dragons were kept. The horntail was thrashing about wildly.

"She's been a bit irritable since Harry threatened her nest."

To say that the beast was irritable was the understatement of the year.

"Looks like Mum when I've forgotten to clean my room," Ron stated.

Drea laughed for the first time in weeks.

Drea awoke and ran to the bathroom. The dry heaving lasted longer than usual and her dreams were becoming increasingly worse. She sat on the edge of the toilet for a minute, head in her hands, then walked to the sink to wash her face and brush her teeth.

She dried her face on a towel, then walked to the mirror, only to find that her face was still wet, only this time, the moisture that coated her cheeks was warm and salty.

Drea closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down. She counted backwards from 13, then carefully and pathetically asked the gods why she was feeling this way. She'd been thinking about her parents a lot lately and had been having nightmares nearly every night. She'd almost talked to Viktor about it, but had an overwhelming sensation that there was no point.

Drea wiped her cheeks, took a deep breath and opened her eyes, only to see Draco Malfoy staring back at her through the mirror.

Draco fought back the urge to look away from Drea's intense stare. Her eyes were full of anger and hurt, but that wasn't what worried him. Behind the anger, Draco could see that Drea was giving up.

He wanted to speak to her, let her know that he would take care of her and make it all better, but even if he had been able to formulate a complete thought, the words would have caught in his throat. Instead, he moved toward her, petrified by the idea of touching her.

She finally turned around to face him, gripping the sink firmly behind her. Her chest expanded with each shallow breath. He hesitated, then held out a hand to comfort her

"Draco, no. I … don't want you touching me when I'm like this," she said, almost inaudibly, turning her gaze away from him.

"Drea…" he said, wanting an explanation but not knowing what to say to get one. Her eyes, which had been grief-ridden only moments earlier, were now completely blank, not allowing him to see what the girl was feeling. Her tear-streaked face was the only indication that anything had happened. "Drea, tell me what's wrong," he said gently, moving toward her again.

"I told you not to touch me! You have to leave. Now!" Drea shouted, pushing him away from her and running from the room.

She had the distinct feeling that she'd seen, maybe ever experienced, the scene that had just taken place, which only added to her frustration and confusion. She summoned her guitar and ran out of the school, stopping to catch her breath only after reaching the lake.

She wasn't sure if she'd gone to the lake out of comfort or because she'd known that Draco would follow her there, but she was glad when she saw him trotting up to her.

She wasn't crying now, but she felt that perhaps that would have been easier at the moment. At least if I was crying, she thought, I wouldn't have to try to explain.

As it turned out, she never had to explain. Draco sat down beside her and remained silent for the next twenty minutes.

"Are you any good?" he finally asked, motioning to the guitar with his eyebrows. Draco's eyebrows were very expressive, Drea noticed.

"I'm alright," she answered.

"Play me something?"

Drea inhaled to say no, then slowly nodded and picked up the guitar. "Shall I sing then?" she asked as a joke, but she was too tired for any expression to come through in her voice.

"If you like."

Drea sat quietly, deciding which song to sing. Finally she chose a song to match her mood, performed the necessary spells to her guitar and took a deep breath.

"I'll be coming home, just to be alone
'Cause I know you're not there, and I know that you don't care
I can hardly wait to leave this place

No matter how hard I try, you're never satisfied,
This is not a home, I think I'm better off alone.
You always disappear, even when you're here,
This is not a home, I think I'm better of alone.

This house is not a… HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOME!

By the time you come home, you're already stoned
You turn of f the t.v. and you scream at me
I can hardly wait 'til you get off my case

"Wow, that was… deep," Draco said after she finished.

"I wrote that after my mom left." Drea paused here, unsure if she wanted to continue.
She would call me and yell at me about my dad and her job. Some if it is about before she met Demitri. She had a major break down a few years ago and… well, it doesn't matter. Demitri takes better care of me than both of my parents could ever have done." Drea sighed softly. "At least I can trust that he won't force me into anything," she added quietly, feeling betrayed.

"I know what you mean," Draco responded, enveloping her hand in his own. He had no idea just how right he was.

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