Chapter 2: 7th Year and Losing Friends
It's September 1 and Draco is just waking up. He's head boy this year and it was his last year. He wanted to see who head girl was so he hurriedly got ready for school and at a quarter to eleven, he apparated to Platform 9 ¾. He had a feeling that either Hermione Granger or Livvy was going to be head girl because they were both prefects. When he got to head's compartment, he took a breath and opened the door. It was Livvy.
"I had a feeling you would be head girl," he said.
Livvy looked at him, but didn't say anything. Ever since she became a Ravenclaw, Draco hadn't talked to her very much. She didn't stay at Malfoy Manor the past four summers like she used to because she believed that Draco wanted nothing to do with her. Draco sat down across from her with a worried look across his face.
"Liv, what's wrong?" he asked.
He hadn't called her Liv since they were in their second year.
"Nothing, I'm fine," Livvy lied.
Draco didn't believe her, but he knew her temper and decided to not to push it. She didn't look at him the whole train ride to Hogsmeade station and didn't say a word to him when they got to the head's carriage. Draco, angry, broke the silence.
"What the hell is your problem?" he demanded.
Livvy just stared at him. He was angry and his usually greeting silver eyes were flashing fire.
"I'm not the one with the problem," she replied coolly.
Draco's eyes narrowed and he glared.
"You mean I have the problem?" he asked.
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean. I haven't stayed at your house for the summer since the summer after second year. Do you know why that it? It's because you seem to have a problem with the fact that I'm a Ravenclaw. You don't talk to me at school, you ignore me when I say hello, and you treat me the same way you treat the Gryffindors. I thought we were friends; friends don't treat each other the way you've treated me the past five years," Livvy snapped.
Draco had never been witness to one of Livvy's tempers, but he believed that he would cause one very soon.
"Look…" he started.
"No, I'm done looking. I'm done listening to your excuses and I'm done being your friend," Livvy said.
Livvy looked out of the carriage window and felt the tears slide down her cheeks.