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The boy he didn't know
Chapter II

30 September

Why am I such a coward? I shouldn't be. I wasn't raised that way. I thought the day you invited me into that carriage, was the day my life was about to change into something better. Did it? No. It became worse.

We didn't talk at all during the short trip to Hogwarts. I don't really know what I expected. Maybe I thought you would put your head on my shoulder, as you had done on the train. Maybe I thought that you were going to hold my hand. I know I wanted you to.

Maybe I thought you would at least fucking talk to me! But you didn't. Well, I suppose that it wasn't your entire fault; I didn't start a conversation either.

But I know for sure that Weasley's presence didn't make things less awkward. As soon as Granger came out of her shock state she buried her nose in a book.
Hogwarts a History. Surprise, surprise.

However since she was reading she didn't make any sound, so I didn't really mind her presence. But Weasley, Merlin he was driving me nuts! I mean, come on, a normal person does not snore that loud! Oh, and by the way, who snores being unconscious? Exactly, no one!
So I decided to blame the awkward situation on the Weasel.

When we stopped near Hogwarts you and Granger had to practically drag the now half-awakened Weasel out of the carriage, leaving me there alone.

So with a heavy sigh of disappointment I stepped out of the carriage as well and almost immediately spotted Blaise alongside with Crabbe and Goyle.

I made my way over to them.

"Hey mate!" Blaise greeted me as he slapped my back friendly.
"Why weren't you with us on the train?" he asked then.
"I couldn't find you," I simply answered with a tone that clearly said that I didn't want to explain further. And of course Blaise didn't pry.

"Whatever you say Drake".
And with that we started to make our way towards the Great Hall, Crabbe and Goyle trailing behind us.

As soon as everybody found the place to sit, the Sorting Ceremony began. I was zoning out only clapping absent-mindedly when someone was sorted into Slytherin.

My gaze started to wander over the Ravenclaw table, then over to Gryffindor table, where my gaze stopped, or more exactly stopped at you.

You were sitting there, hands in your lap, your eyes downcast. Looking like you weren't paying attention either. I can't blame you, the Sorting is always boring.

I wished you'd look at me, a second would be enough. Just a brief glance at my direction, only to assure me that the moment we shared on the train was real.
But your eyes stayed downcast. And I was left in doubt.

DM

TBC

A/N:
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It's very short I know but I don't think it was that bad… Right?
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