Chapter : Third Year

I watched through the window of the train as I finally lost sight of my mum as we rounded the corner. I was back on the Hogwarts express for my third year. As happy as I was to go back somewhere I considered a second home, I felt a great unease leaving my mums side. She was so sick, I'm actually surprised she was able to make it to King's Cross. I tried to make her stay home, but she was so stubborn. I've been told it's a trait we share.

I sat down in an empty cart, not really wanting to go find any of my friends. As much as I loved them, I didn't much feel like laughing. In fact, I felt more like crying. I had already lost my dad, I didn't want to lose my mom too. I did have a great aunt, but she was a bit…eccentric, to say the least. I just…I couldn't lose my mum.

I ended up in the cart with three chatty Hufflepuff's who really just ignored me, which I was entirely okay with. I didn't want to be bothered. I wanted to sulk a little longer before all the havoc at school distracted me.

When we finally arrived and I was walking to the carriages, I felt a pair of hands grab me around the waist before I was suddenly lifted in the air. I give a rather girlish shriek, much to my embarrassment. I was twirled around before put down. I whirled around, ready to give someone my mind when I was met with two ridiculously charming smiles. I scowled at Fred and George as they started laughing at me.

"That was not funny," I said with as much dignity and anger I could manage despite their charming smiles. I turned around, holding my head high as I heard them start to roar with laughter. I got onto the carriage, knowing they would follow me.

"Jaxon, why didn't you come to our cart when you got on the train," George said, still smiling.

"Yes, you hurt our feelings," Fred said, feigning hurt.

"Whatever," I mumbled, grinning. I smiled, happy to be back despite my mums failing health. "It's good to be home," I said, grinning at their agreeing nods and smiles.


"I'll be over tomorrow, I just need to know the password to my dorm before I come over. Promise." I said, smiling at the pouting twins. I waved as I followed the group of new first year Slytherin's. They waved bye as they both got swept up in the waves of students sweeping out of the hall.

As I walked in to the common room I hadn't really missed, I once again felt that sharp lance of pain at seeing my childhood friend standing with the other third years, laughing and talking, probably making fun of somebody. I can't believe the sweet shy blushing boy from my childhood is so mean now. And just because he was mean now, doesn't mean he was horrible as a child. I knew him. He was so nice back then. I sighed, walking up to my dorm, ignoring the mean looks and sneers. At this point, I was use to them. But I did notice that Draco's voice was absent from the usual mean comments.

My life felt like a ying yan. As happy as I was having really good friends, I also hated that my childhood friend was a royal pain in the ass and my mum was sick. Good with the bad. Merlin this sucks.

I laid down in bed sometime later, but I didn't fall asleep until late into the night.


Merlin I hated the snow. I mean, it was pretty and sometimes really fun to play in, but it sucked, with a capital S, when attending Herbology. I was currently walking back to the school. Or more accurately, wadding back to the school. I hate snow. I glanced up at the sky, noticing the rapidly sinking Sun. I was one of the few still out as I had stayed a little after class because I didn't understand the stupid essay on the stupid planets. I hated herbology. I didn't understand any of it. It was just one of those days where everything sucked. So when the group of Slytherin girls decided to call me a mud blood bitch, I kinda snapped.

"Can you please shut up! Nobody gives a damn what you think of me!" I shouted, beyond pissed that those stupid morons couldn't just leave me alone. I've been here three years and I wasn't going anywhere. I turned back around to stalk towards the school, satisfied with the shocked looks on their faces when I suddenly felt a hard hand in my hair, yanking my backwards. I yelled out in shock, my books flying out of my hands.

I landed on the ground hard, my breath whooshing out of my lungs and my head aching from the cruel hair yanking. I heard the girls laughing behind me as I stood up turning around to glare at the stupid girl that was dumb enough to pull my hair. I went for my wand but one of the girls was faster, looking me in a body bind. Soon the blows come and I couldn't move an inch.

I sat in the hospital wing, waiting for my broken hand to be healed. Madam Pomfrey went to go run an error so I was told to sit here and wait. With a broken hand. The pain came in dull waves, a constant pressure that didn't let up. She had healed most of the bruises already, or at least as much as she'd been able to. I still had some horribly dark bruises around my rib cage from the kicks, but she couldn't do much more for them. As I sit there waiting for Madam Pomfrey to get back the door burst open to the hospital wing.

"Jaxon!" I freeze at the last voice I was expecting to hear yell my name sounding full of concern. "Merlin, what did they do to you?!" I turned slowly to see Draco staring at my hand, currently bruised and swollen, with a mixture of concern and anger.

"Draco?" I asked incredulously.

"Jaxon, I heard what happen and got here as fast-"

"What are you doing here?" I asked, my voice sounding cold even to me. He was quiet as he stared at my face.

"Jaxon…" he trailed off for a minute. "Look, I'm sorry. I've been a complete jackass-"

"Really? I hadn't noticed." Sarcasm saturated my voice.

"Can you blame me! I'm a Slytherin, a pureblood too. My father would kill me if I was friends with a mud- a muggle born," he said, looking away at his stumble.

"Then how in the world," I said, getting in his face. I was so pissed. First I get the shit beat outta me by some twats, and now he was telling me this bullshit. "Did they let you be friends with who you thought was a muggle as a child?!" I finished.

"I, uh, I use to sneak out," he said quietly, looking away with a light blush spreading across his cheeks. I couldn't help but laugh. I could just imagine the cute little boy Draco had been sneaking out to meet me. He glared at me and I calmed down, feeling my face slip into a sad expression.

"Draco, couldn't you have just told me? I'm not unreasonable," I said softly, looking away. "We didn't have to be friends, but it would have been nice to know. I would have understood."

"I…" he trailed off, seeming to not know what to say. I sat back down, wanting to cry for some reason.

"I missed you…" I said in a voice so soft and quiet I wasn't sure he even heard me.

"I am, so sorry," he said, just as quietly. He looked down at me with something akin to regret.

"Draco… do you think maybe we could still-" I got cut off as the door burst open once again.

"Jaxon!" Fred and George said at the same time, stopping short when they seen Draco. "What are you doing here Malfoy?" Fred said, both of them drawing their wands. Draco reached for his but I gently grabbed his hand with my good hand.

"It's okay, guys," I said, looking at the twins with my hand still on the blondes arm. They looked at me, probably confused by my defense of Draco. Draco jerked his arm out of mine, sneered at the twins, and stalked to the door. The twins and I watched as he turned around, gave me a meaningful look, then walked out.

"What in the world was that?" George asked.

"Ah, me and Dra-, um, Malfoy came to an understanding, I guess," I said, nervously shifting. I hated that I was lying to them, but I didn't know what to do about this whole mess. Fred opened his mouth to say something, but before he could say anything, Madam Pomfrey finally returned.

"Dear, why haven't you left yet?" She asked, sounding a bit irritated.

"Um, ma'm, you haven't healed by broken hand yet." I said, glad for the distraction. She walked over, waving her wand and murmuring a quiet spell, before I felt a sharp pain and then relief at not feeling any pain. I hopped off the cot, smiling at her. "Thank you Madam Pomfrey." She nodded, walking to her office.

I walked over to the twins, giving them a smile to let them know I was better. We all walked out together with a rather tense silence. We were half way to the Gryffindor tower before anyone said anything.

"So what happened?" Fred asked in a I'm-really-pissed-so-I'm-gonna-act-overly-casual voice.

"I was walking back from herbology, and some girls said something. I said something back, and apparently they thought it was necessary to beat the bloody hell outta me," I said, using the same striving-for-casual tone, even though I was furious.

"So, ah, who did this to you?" George asked. Apparently, we were all just gonna go for casual.

"Some girls from my house," I didn't mind telling them because it wasn't like snitching to the professors. They asked for the names and I told them the few I knew, all though I immediately regretted it as they both went unusually silent. When we got to the tower, I decided to spend the night, even though I wasn't suppose to since I really didn't want to go back home. I ended up falling asleep on the couch the twins had pushed in front the fire, to the sight of the twins whispering with their heads bent close.


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