Chapter two: Ungrateful Blond Boy


Tiffany's P.O.V.

Aunt Rose says I should get a diary, but I just don't want to. I prefer to keep it all in my head and file it away . . . Aunt Rose says I'm special, the way my memories stick in my head. I'm not special, just different.

It never feels like I fit in, always a loner, always different. I felt like a swallow in a cage full of house martins, we look similar, we're easily mistaken, we're not the same thing.

The only person who has less friends than me is Draco (he lives on the opposite street to me, three houses down) this isn't saying much, as I only have one friend . . . and they live far, far away, somewhere in Asia or at least that's what they said. Asia is huge so it really narrows it down for me . . . Not.

Draco goes to a private school, Saint Mysterium. There are a lot of rumours about him, but I know that none of the rumours are even close to the truth.

We used to be... Well I wouldn't say friends, 'cause we weren't. We were sort of….. Okay, we were kind of friends. I say 'were', its past tense.

Draco was the boy across the road, the only child on the whole street apart from me. So naturally we spent a little time together… or a lot of time together. I would be in the front garden reading and he would be in his front garden shooting at a the little gnome with his wand, I used to think it was normal. I didn't get a chance to tell anyone because when I asked him what he was doing he said it was magic and I couldn't tell….. so I didn't.

Many times I would go over and protect the poor gnome, I later found out it was an elf, I thought it was quite ugly for an elf. Instead of hurting the elf I would persuade him to play a game with me, we usually played exploding snap or snitch snatcher. Sometimes we just flew around on broomsticks, or used the magical measurer to measure the power of spells we cast.

I was always aware that I never actually met his parents, I just thought it was a coincidence that my visits didn't coincide. Until I met them. It was sunny day and we had gone round to his back garden to try out his new Comet 180. His parents had been getting some potion supplies, before they appeared in my face. They looked at me and sneered, noses turned up, faces disgusted.

"Why do you insist on associating with such scum Draco?" HIs Dad said disapprovingly.

"Why can't you just play by yourself? You know it would be better than having anything to do with that… mood blood."His Mum lowered her voice to insult me.

Draco just landed the broom and looked from them to me to back again, with a look of terror which I wasn't used to seeing.

"Do you know that in olden times they burned magic people?" I said in my cutest voice. "Goodbye," and with that I skipped off, my long black pigtails swinging behind me.

I never saw Draco again and although I will never admit it to ANYBODY, I do sometimes miss him. BUT ONLY because I don't have friends!

I muse about all this as I walk down the street. Internally I'm shaking Draco in annoyance but really I'm just making my way home from school. Yesterday I looked over his fence, but he wasn't there and neither was Dobby the ugly elf. Last week I saw him messing about with two so called 'friends', they're not really friends, they're more like body guards, to bulldogs. They can't even remember their own names. Crabb and Goyle, the beefy bodyguards for the wimpy Draco who has no friends, friendship goals . . . not.

Suddenly I'm pulled from my thoughts by a thunk and a whimper. Great, someone's being beaten up. I turn a corner and see Draco with a bloody lip cowering on the ground. Double great. He's being beaten up by two boys, one of which is the most popular boy in the neighbourhood, Zak Williams, they don't even look remotely muscular, *internal sigh*.

"What's going on?" I cringe, ugh swallow me up.

They just laugh. So I walk over and slap Zak, as hard as I can, right across the face. He stumbles looking shocked. Yeah that's right, be shocked, I can hurt you.

"When I ask you a question, you should answer. You are rude and stupid and you get anything you want. God, someone should tell you how vile you are! Oh that's right, I just did, never mind." I rant away. Zak is just one of those boys who needs to be taught a lesson.

I take advantage of Zak's surprise and stamp, hard on his right foot. He yells in pain.

"Your crazy." Zak's sidekick mutters, turning to Zak, "Let's just leave it, the freaks not worth it," he says.

They turn and walk away down the street. Wow I'm hyped, I should stand up for myself more often.

Then I remember Draco. *Another internal sigh*. I turn around and look at him, he's standing up but I can already see the black eye forming. He looks close to crying. I kinda feel bad now, they called him a freak... Jerks.

"You should get ice on that eye," I say.

"I don't need you to tell me what to do, I've already got a mother thanks," he snaps. He no longer looks on the verge of tears.

"Whatever," I dismiss his remark.

I turn and walk off, he didn't even say thanks. Oh wait, he did, but he was being sarcastic so it doesn't count. I shouldn't of bothered to help him, ungrateful blond boy. But as pathetic as he is, he is also pitiful and I can't make myself hate him.


A/N Smile, it's important!