Chapter XI
The next day I tried to talk to her, but when I woke she was already gone, and at breakfast she disappeared. So I was a little rude, but that doesn't mean that she can demand that I talk to her. The problem with Hermione, I came to realize, is that she wants to know too much. She doesn't see that people have their secrets, and even if she is a friend, this doesn't mean that they have to share them with her.
One time a bookworm always a bookworm. But I'll not beg her to speak with me. If she doesn't want to, so be it, I tried. The rest of the day she didn't spared a glance at me, and made all the effort not to bump on me. I stopped calling her, and began to avoid her too. When it was time for the match, I got back to the common room, headed to my room, and began to do my homework.
The orange ball leapt on my lap, like it was the most normal thing to do, and when I tried to get him off, he began to hiss. So I let the git there, and tried my best to stop thinking about the match. Slytherin will lose for sure; I don't even know how we are still playing, or how they found enough people to do so. After finishing my Arithmancy essay, I started do pet the beast currently sleeping on my lap.
After some time, I don't really know how much, I heard Hermione calling her supposed cat. The thing woke almost instantly, and hopped off of me without even looking back. Stupid, selfish beast.
I sighed and got up from my chair to go to my bed. After some time looking at the canopy, I decided that I wasn't getting any sleep any time soon, and got some robes on. I went through the portrait hole trying to make the least possible noise. The hall was cold and dark, even if the weather was beginning to get warm again.
I began to walk without a certain destination, and when I stopped thinking, I was almost at the Owlery. It's not that late, just an hour after curfew and I'm Head Boy, Filch can't do anything. So with that in mind I started up the stairs, until I heard voices. I'm almost sure they're snogging. I smirked at the thought that I would get a little fun out of someone.
But when I reached the entrance, I came to a halt. Yes, I was right, they were snogging. The only problem there was the fact that I couldn't believe who they were. The guy was pressing the blond girl to the wall, and her legs were in his waist. His robes were torn, and the little I could see of the girl, I noticed she wasn't wearing her tied. When he started to moan after she began to kiss his neck, I decided it was too much. I cleared my throat and they stopped.
-Zabini, I don't think you can be here at this time. Hello Lovegood.
I was smirking so much that my checks began to hurt. Blaise murmured a low shit, and began to unscrew the blond from him.
-Malfoy you sure know how to kill my joy. Couldn't have just turned and let me have my way?
-Actually I could, but it's way more fun to stop you.
-Mate you need to snog Granger, and soon. Just because you're not getting any you can't get it on me.
He was still facing the wall, and I could think why. But Lovegood got away from him, grabbed her tie from the ground, and headed in my way. She stopped in front of me, and with wild hair, pink lips and that look of someone who seems to be in other place, at the same time she is right there, smiled at me.
-Hello Draco. Blaise told me that you like Hermione, I told him that a long time ago, but he didn't want to believe. You seem like you have a Wrackspurt in your ears when you look at her. I think I'll get some pudding, (then she looked over her shoulder) you want some Blaise?
-No Luna, thanks. I'll see you tomorrow.
-If you say so.
And she got out. Blaise turned at that, and looked at me like he wanted to break my neck.
-You're an asshole.
-Now don't be like that, or I might put you in detention.
-Sometimes I don't even know why I put up with you.
-Because I'm rich, good looking, smart and you can't live without me.
He walked to me and I could see that he was smirking too.
-So what are you doing here?
-I should be the one asking you that, but after the display I have just seen, I think it's not necessary. But seriously Blaise, Loony Lovegood?
He shrugged and the corner of his lips twisted until he was smiling like a fool. He looked at me in the eyes, before shaking his head and heading to the door.
-I like her Drake, and I can't sincerely tell you why. Sometimes I ask myself the same, but when I see her….. I don't really care.
And he was off. Merlin I can't believe this. Next thing to happen Potter and Weasley get eloped. Now if you think about it, it's not at all difficult to happen. After that scarring discover, I thought that the better I could do was to get back to the common room.
When I finally got some sleep, I wished I didn't because the nightmare I had was pretty disturbing.
I was back at the manor, but it was different. The place was dark like when the Death Eaters were there, and it was cold again. I was walking to the library, and when I got there, my father was seated on his favorite armchair.
-Good to see you again son. But I don't think you agreed with me there.
-Father. What are you doing here?
He turned and got up. I had almost forgotten what it was like to be looked at with contempt by him. Every time I did something wrong he looked at me like that, and every time I would dread his words, and what they could do.
-I believe that this is my house.
-Not anymore.
I don't even know why I was so daring. Never in my life I talked father back. But after everything he did to me and to mother, I was so angered that all I wanted to do was to hex him. For a moment he seemed to be a little surprised, but after a blink of an eye it was gone. And the frown that he did made me remember things I would prefer not to.
-I see you have changed. For worse may I add.
-No father, I'm better than I ever was.
-Don't you talk to me like this boy, or I'll have to teach you a lesson.
-Go ahead, I'm not afraid of you anymore. You're alone, Potter will get you again, and you will never see the light of the sun ever again. You lost father, Volde-
-You dare say his name!
That's when he raised his wand and pointed it to my chest. His face was contorted in a look of pure anger.
-Yes, I dare. He is gone, like he should have been for a long time.
-You're a filthy traitor and I won't let you get away after this. Avada Kedavra!
I woke screaming and sweating. My breath was deregulated, and I was shaking. After a few minutes trying to calm myself, I got up and headed to the bathroom. That's when the smell caught my attention. It was sweet, but not too much. It wasn't strawberry, or lavender or even lilies. But it was bloody good. I relaxed and when I finished my bath, it was like the nightmare was an old memory.
When I arrived at the Great Hall it was full of people. I headed to my place at the end of the Slyterin table, where Blaise was already seated and looking suspiciously at me.
-So tell me, what was it this time?
-Don't know what you're talking about.
-I bumped on Granger early, and asked how things were going. She told me you two had a little disagreement, but I think that's more to it.
I started eating and ignored him, or so tried to.
-Draco, what have you done this time? I thought that you were trying to change.
-And I am, it's her fault. And don't look at me like this, I'm not always the guilty one.
-Draco….
-I told you Blaise, it's not my fault. We were talking, and everything was good, and then she asked me something that I didn't want to answer.
-And you two fought for that? Hard to believe mate.
-No-I mean yes.
He paused for a moment and stared at me.
-You were a better liar.
-Believe what you want.
We were silent for the rest of the breakfast. Blaise glanced at me every now and then, but didn't say more. We got to Charms together, but when he spotted Lovegood I was alone faster than one can say lumos.
The rest of the day was boring, and after overhearing Blaise flirting shamelessly with the blonde girl I was a little sick, and so when I got into the Heads common room I was relieved. That is, until I spotter Hermione on my favorite armchair.
-Hello Draco.
I can't say that I wasn't surprised to hear her talking to me again.
-So we are talking again?
-I suppose so.
-Good.
I didn't know what to do or say, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. So I decided to get in my bedroom. When I passed the middle of the room, she turned to me with a disbelieving face.
-You don't have anything to say to me?
I stopped and looked at her eyes.
-Not that I recall.
She snorted and threw her arms in the air. Then she stood and pointed a finger at me.
-I can't believe! You're so unbearable and full of yourself! Here I was, trying to get past your attitude and then you're like this.
She began to pace, and orange appeared to what seemed like to be my rooms way, and stopped to look at us.
-What do you want me to do?
-At least say you're sorry for shouting.
She paused and crossed her arms. It could be an intimidating position, if she wasn't almost a head smaller than me.
-If you had stopped when I called you the other day, you would have heard that I said it.
She raised her eyebrows and I smirked.
-So now it's my fault?
-I'm not saying that.
-I was only trying to help you.
I signed, dropped my bag on the floor and got closer to her. Her cheeks were a little flushed with anger, and the fact that she was trying to look intimidating made me think she was cute, and I almost chuckled. But I got into my senses before I could make the situation worse.
-I know Hermione, and I appreciate your concern.
-Then why you don't talk to me?
-We're talking.
-You know what I mean.
I looked at her deeply this time. She uncrossed her arms, and they were loose at her sides. She wasn't with an angry face anymore, it was more like a frown.
-Hermione you have to understand that I have some things that I don't want to talk about.
-But-
-I know you just want to help, and that you think it would be batter to talk. But I'm not comfortable to share this things yet.
-Yet?
She spoke with a hopeful voice this time, and I almost smiled.
-Yes, yet. When I feel the need to say something, don't worry, you will be the first one to hear.
She smiled and I saw her shoulders relax.
-You better remember this.
She sat on the armchair again, and opened a book. The orange murder leapt on her lap and began to purr.
-So I think I could do with a bath, what do you say?
And she laughed.