Chapter 11: When You Come Back to Me Again
"God, that class is boring! Anyway, where are we off to next?" I said, turning in a random direction.
"Transfigurations. Mollie, where are you going?"
"Umm…I don't know. Which way is it to Transfiguration anyways?" I said, frowning in confusion. I couldn't make heads or tails of these hallways.
"This way, Mol. I can see that I will probably have to lead you to most classes until you learn your way around. Tell you what. I will quiz you on the way to classes in two weeks from Saturday. If you pass, you will receive a reward, but if you fail, you will be punished."
"Fine, but let me tell you right now that I will fail. I am terrible at directions. I mean, I can follow directions but I get lost easily. I mean, I can't get from point A to point B without getting lost."
"Mollie, my dear, I understood what you meant the first time. Ah, here we are, at Transfigurations. What did Olivander say your wand was good for; Transfigurations or Charms?"
"Charms. From the spells that I already know, I can do charms, but I am terrible at Transfigurations."
"Tell you what, I will help you with Transfigurations, and you can help me with charms. Does that sound agreeable to you?"
"What if I said that it didn't?" I asked, slightly curious.
"I'm not asking, Mollie. I am telling you the way that it is going to be."
"Then I guess that it is a good thing I find your plan to my liking," I said as we took our seats in the back row.
I pulled out my letter from my parents, intent on reading it. Before I could even open the letter, though, Draco was talking to me again. "What do you think you're doing, Mollie?"
"Reading my letter from my parents. Is there a problem?"
"No, just remember, you aren't allowed to reply."
"I know, I know. I can't write them for a week. I get it, Draco," I said, exasperatedly.
"Watch your tone of voice Mollie," Draco said, warningly.
I thought that at this point, it was best to just turn my attention back to my letter.
'Dear Mollie,
Congratulations on making Slytherin, though I knew you would. So how is everything? How are the girls in your class? Is your room decorated satisfactorily? How is Draco? Give him our love. Oh, and Mollie, darling, while going through your room, we found you had forgotten to pack half your spending money and goodies. Well, we'll be sending an owl to you soon with it. Right now, I have to finish getting ready to go out with Lucius, Narcissa, and your father. Love you and miss you lots. Your father sends his love, but didn't want to bombard you with another letter. Write back soon.
Love,
Mother'
I smiled a small, almost imperceptible smile while finishing my letter. Then I leaned over and whispered to Draco, "My parents send their love." And then the bell rang, signifying the start of class.
As it turned out, Draco was really good at Transfiguration. I wasn't too bad, but I could tell that it wouldn't be my best subject.
All through the lesson, thoughts of my parents, and their sacrifice, filled my mind.
All of a sudden, in the midst of my musings, a note landed on my desk. I carefully unfolded it, and after reading it, looked up at the senders, barely keeping the tears at bay.
The letter was from Blaise and Millicent, and it simply said, 'Fucking whore, keep you filthy, slutty hands off of Draco if you know what is good for you.'
All of a sudden, Draco ripped the letter out of my hand and read it. "Who sent this to you?" he asked, his eyes boring into mine.
"No one, Draco. Give me the letter back," I said, avoiding all eye contact.
Draco simply folded up the note and put it in his book bag, glaring at me the whole time. "We will talk about this later tonight."
The rest of the day seemed to pass by slowly, especially with all the taunts I was receiving. Not even Potions class got my spirits up.
And then, dinner was over and Draco was standing up. "Come, Mollie, my love, we need to talk about things," he said in a cold, angry voice.
I got up and put a hand on his arm to keep him from walking away from me. "Draco, please don't be angry with me."
He just shrugged the hand off of him and said, even more angrily, "I said come, Mollie." And with that, he led me away.