I went ahead and posted chapter 2 to try to getcha hooked ;] i think that i kinda based this OC on me. i do a lot of comforting random people that have either been mean to me in the past or that i have met maybe once or twice. my friends tell me im their mother :P
Chapter 2
It was almost one in the morning before Draco came in. He looked just like he had the night before: messy, upset, and frustrated. I was standing by the mantle in front of the fireplace. I heard the dungeon door open and knew it was him. I wasn't sure if he wanted me to go to him, or if he just wanted to be on the sofa like the night before. So I stood there for a moment. I made my mind up and slowly walked toward him. He seemed to be fighting hard to keep back tears. I took one of his hands in one of mine and placed my other hand on his arm.
"It's okay, Draco. You can relax."
He seemed to fall apart. He tried to keep it quiet, but a sob escaped his lips and he began to cry. I hugged him around his waist and his arms folded over my shoulders. I laid my head on his chest a little and stroked his back. I didn't say anything to him. He just needed someone to care, someone to hold onto him. So I did just that. I held him. After several minutes he seemed to calm down and we moved over to the sofa. I put my back against one of the arms and Draco sat between my legs. He leaned into me as tears silently rolled down his cheeks. I massaged his shoulders and arms to help him relax. Draco stopped crying soon. I wondered if he was going to go up to bed. He didn't move. I started playing with his hair and pretty soon I knew he had fallen asleep. I let him sleep. It was a Friday night, so if we woke up late, it wouldn't matter. I could feel myself starting to feel sleep's call. It wasn't long before I was asleep with Draco on the sofa in the common room.
I woke up to an annoying beep. Draco's watch alarm was still set for six-thirty. I felt him stirring on my stomach and chest to turn off his watch. He figured out I wasn't his bed pretty quick.
"Shit!" he whispered. He sat up and looked around. My eyes were partially open, watching him. He saw me looking at him. "You didn't wake me up last night."
"I know. You needed to rest." Draco didn't say anything to that. He knew it was true. "Did you at least sleep well?" I asked. He nodded.
"I didn't dream. It was the first time in weeks I didn't dream," he admitted. He shook his head. "We've got to go back to our dorms. If Snape sees us down here, we might get in trouble." I nodded in agreement. Draco stood up and turned and held out his hand to me. I took it. "Thank you, again. I don't deserve the way you're treating me."
"Everyone deserves to feel loved," I told him. He looked on the verge of tears again, but this time, Draco Malfoy was smiling at what I had said.
"Thank you. Honestly, thank you, Evie."
That was the first time I had ever heard Draco call me by my name. I was surprised he knew it. I couldn't help but smile back.
"Same time tonight?" I giggled. He grinned a little.
"I actually was going to ask you if you wouldn't mind staying with me again tonight." My giggling stopped. He was actually serious. He wanted me to stay with him, again! How could I say no? I still cared for him.
"Of course." Draco smiled at me. Then he did something I thought he would never do to me. He kissed my cheek. I blushed.
"You are being far too kind to me and I really don't deserve it."
"Stop saying that," I commanded lightly. "If you keep saying you don't deserve it then you're going to believe it one day. Everyone deserves something. You deserve to be taken care of and shown affection right now." Draco smiled a little bit and looked away. His smile quickly faded and his expression darkened.
"If you knew what I was doing you wouldn't be saying that," he said quietly. I didn't really know what to say to that because I didn't know what he was doing every night. "We should probably go back to our dorms before we're missed." I nodded.
I walked toward the door on the right toward the girl's dormitories and looked back when I reached the door to see Draco had already gone. I sighed and made my way to the sixth year's room. Everyone was still asleep. Everyone that was actually sleeping alone anyway. Pansy Parkinson was missing. She hardly ever slept in her own bed. Millicent Bullstrode was in her bed. Tracey Davis was missing as well. I crept toward my own bed and changed into my pajamas quietly. I got into bed and realized how awful I slept the previous night. I fell asleep quicker than I thought I would.
I had no idea what time it was when I woke up, but light was shining through the small windows by the ceiling. I knew it had to be close to ten. I rolled over and saw Millicent and Tracey sitting on Millicent's bed. I could hear them a little bit.
"He was fabulous! You wouldn't think that he would be good in bed as dumb as he is," Tracey was saying. She obviously hooked up with someone the night before. It made me sick to think that she would so willingly sleep with who knows how many different guys regularly. Its one thing if you're in a steady relationship with someone, and another to do it just because.
I didn't open my eyes. I didn't want them to know I could hear them.
"So… How big was he?" I heard Millicent ask.
"Smaller than Blaise but bigger than Draco. Well, it's been a while since I've been with Draco… He's gotten taller so maybe he's grown. But he's a little smaller than Blaise. Not by much though," Tracey told her. I was kind of curious as to who she had been with. The door opened and Pansy came through smiling.
"Morning, girls!" she said cheerfully. She got laid well. Or she found out she wasn't pregnant. Maybe both. I continued to listen. "Blaise was absolutely fantastic last night!"
"Why did you go ahead and do it so soon?" Millicent asked. "You just got out of the hospital wing thinking you were pregnant."
"I wanted to celebrate," Pansy said. "Besides, Blaise always makes sure to use a condom."
"When was the last time you were with Draco?" Tracey asked. Everyone was silent.
"I'm not sure, actually. Last year sometime. Maybe around March or April. Why?" Pansy asked.
"We were just comparing a few of the boys. We were thinking that since Draco grew taller, maybe he's grown a little bigger as well," Tracey explained.
"Oh, well I couldn't tell you. I don't think he's been with anyone for a while. Not since his father got sent away. What's wrong with him these days anyway? I hardly ever see him and whenever I do he looks awful."
"Ask Evie. He was talking to her down by the lake yesterday," Millicent said. I felt a pillow hit me almost immediately. I pulled my legs closer to my body and groaned a little.
"EVIE! Wake up!" Pansy yelled at me.
"What?" I mumbled into the pillow.
"What were you and Draco talking about by the lake yesterday?" she asked.
"None of your business. It had nothing to do with you," I told her as I sat up.
"Tell me what you were talking about!" Pansy almost yelled. I knew her wand would come out soon if I didn't say something. I thought quickly to come up with a reasonable answer.
"He spilled some of the Tentacula venom on my hand in Herbology yesterday. He just was apologizing," I lied. The three girls looked shocked.
"Draco apologized?" Tracey asked.
"Yes. He hadn't meant to and he could tell it hurt, so he apologized."
"He changed over the summer," Pansy said. She shook her head and turned back to her friends. I decided to get out of bed and shower.
It took me longer to get ready than usual. I kept thinking about Draco and what he could have been crying about. By the time I got to the common room to go to the Great Hall, Draco was there reading a Daily Prophet. I wondered if I should talk to him or ignore him. I didn't know if we were friends or not. He saw me. He sent me a small smile and put down the paper.
"You going to the Great Hall?" he asked.
"Yeah," I told him.
"Mind if I come with you?"
"Sure." We started walking to the door together. A few third years looked confused. No one had never seen Draco talk nicely to me, if at all. We walked in silence through the corridor at first. It was little awkward.
"I think I should apologize to you for all the cruel things I've said to you," Draco said suddenly. I stayed quiet. "You're being so nice to me, even though I did some pretty horrible things to you over the years. I feel bad about it. So, I'm sorry." I stopped walking for a second and looked at him. Draco looked so tired. I could see little veins in his neck stick out through the pale, pale skin. His normally clear blue eyes were sad and scared.
"Draco, what happened? You've changed a lot." He looked farther down the corridor.
"The Dark Lord happened. I shouldn't tell you about it. I just want my dad back." Draco's voice choked when he said 'dad'. He had never used that word in front of me. He always said 'father'. Always. I touched his arm again. He looked back at me, about to cry. I slid my hand down to his hand. He gripped it tight. "Thank you," he whispered. I saw a tear falling, but Draco pushed it away and blinked away the rest of his tears. "Shall we?" he said gesturing down the corridor. We started walking. Draco didn't let go of my hand. We walked in silence, hand in hand. We reached the stairs to the Great Hall. Once in the entrance hall, we ran into Harry Potter and his two friends. I never really had anything against them. Hermione Granger and I got along fine. Ron Weasley didn't like me because I was in Slytherin. I didn't blame him.
They saw us together. I became very aware that Draco and I were still holding hands. Weasley smirked at us.
"Looks like Malfoy's got a new bedmate," Weasley said to his friends. Harry smirked and Hermione looked at me. She knew that I wasn't friends with Draco. She and I had been partners a few times in various classes and even though we weren't friends, we talked. I felt Draco's hand leave mine.
"What's it to you?" Draco asked. "Last I checked, you were sleeping alone." Draco said coolly. Ron turned a little pink and continued into the Great Hall. Potter looked at me.
"I'm sure you've seen what he does to girls in the school and from what Hermione's said about you, you're alright. Why would you go and get with a pig-headed git like Malfoy?" He smirked again and followed his two friends into the Great Hall. I was never very good at standing up for myself. I stayed quiet. Draco and I stood there for a moment.
"Do you still want to sit with me?" I asked Draco. "Looks like people are going to talk." He didn't look at me.
"Maybe we shouldn't. People will assume I'm bedding you. You probably don't want that reputation," Draco said. He still wasn't looking at me. I wondered if he was feeling bad again. I just nodded. We entered the Great Hall at the same time. We both sat alone with a good bit of space between us. It wasn't long until Pansy and Blaise came into the Great Hall. She was all over him. They were disgusting. They took the seats across from Draco.
I finished my pumpkin juice and left. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go. Just away. I was so confused. Draco wanted to cry to me, but he didn't want to be seen with me. So I was being used. But I had wanted him to see me for so long, and he finally did. But did I want him to see me as just a shoulder to cry on? I didn't think that he saw me as anything more. But he did apologize for everything he did. Footsteps behind me tore me from my thoughts. I turned a little to see Hermione Granger following me alone. She caught up with me.
"I didn't know you fancied Draco," she said. "You said he didn't even know you." I recalled telling Hermione this just a few days previously.
"I don't really know him, honestly. And we aren't anything. I don't even know if we're friends. And we didn't sleep together," I told Hermione. "It's complicated."
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked. Hermione was always so nice to me. I suppose that is partly because I never said anything mean to her and actually complimented her on the clever things she said.
"I don't know. He doesn't want anyone knowing what's going on between us. Honestly, I don't even know what it is." She looked at me confused. "We don't talk or anything. He's going through something right now, and he won't talk about it. I was just at the same place he was when it all came tumbling down. I suppose I just comfort him. I don't think that anyone has ever let him just cry before. It seems to help though."
"Cry?" Hermione asked. I knew I shouldn't have said that.
"Don't say anything to your friends, please. I know none of you like him, but I know that if you were in my position and you were talking about Harry or Ron you wouldn't want me to say anything. But yes. I just sort of hug him until he gets it all out." Hermione looked confused. She was probably thinking the same thing I was the first time I saw Draco crying Thursday night. I didn't know what to think, or do. It was so unlike him.
"Well, I hope everything goes alright for you. I know that we aren't really close or anything, but you're the only Slytherin that isn't mean to me. So, if you need anything just come find Harry or me. I'll make sure that he and Ron are kind to you." Hermione smiled at me. I smiled back.
"Thanks," I told her.
"Can I ask you something?" Hermione asked.
"I suppose."
"Why are you nice to me?" Hermione honestly wanted to know.
"I'm not like everyone in Slytherin. I was placed in it because my family has always been in it and it was expected of me. I didn't really know the traits of the house until I was in it. I'm not anything like Slytherins. I just don't see why you have to be mean to someone just because. Or why I'm expected to hate Muggle-borns or half-bloods. To me, magic is magic. Pansy Parkinson is a pure blood, but she's a lousy witch. The whole thing is just ridiculous. Blood status shouldn't matter." Hermione looked relived.
"I never thought I'd hear a Slytherin say 'blood status shouldn't matter'." She laughed a little and smiled again. "Really, if you need anything, just come find me. I know you're limited on friends, so just let me know."
"Hermione!" I heard Weasley call down the corridor. I turned around and saw Weasley and Potter walk toward us. "What the hell are you doing with Malfoy's new toy?" I could feel myself turning red. Anger and embarrassment showed in my face. He had no right to say something like that and he didn't even know what was going on.
"Ron, stop it! You don't know if Evie is sleeping with Malfoy. And honestly, its none of your business," Hermione told Ron. "I think you owe Evie an apology." If a professor had walked by, they would have asked if Hermione had hit Ron just from the look on his face. He didn't say anything. Harry looked between Hermione and I.
"Neither of you have any idea as to what you're talking about so I would appreciate it if you put those rumors to rest," I said quietly. I was surprised I even said it. I turned to Hermione. "Thank you. I probably need to get going, I have class in a few minutes…" Then I remembered it was Saturday. Ron laughed.
"So Malfoy's that good, eh? Got you forgetting what day it is?" Ron laughed at his own words. My wand was out and almost to his neck before he stopped laughing.
"You don't know what the fuck you're talking about, Weasley. And I suggest you stop making fun of me. I'm not sleeping with Draco. You don't know what our relationship consists of. It's none of your business anyway, you prat." Ron backed into the corridor wall next to him. We all turned as we heard hard shoes on the stone floor. Draco was striding toward us.
"Well, well Weasley. Looks like that comment earlier has come back to bite you in the ass." Draco smirked and butterflies erupted in my stomach. God, I loved the way he did that.
"Piss off, Malfoy," Ron spat at him. He tried to leave, but I pushed him back. "What the hell are you gonna do to me?" Ron looked scared.
"I'll let you go when you apologize," I told him.
"What did Weasel say to you?" Draco asked me. I looked at him. I couldn't tell if he actually looked concerned, or if he just wanted a chance to ruin Ron's day.
"He's just being a disgusting pig. Keeps insisting that we're sleeping together," I told him. I blushed a little.
"Jealous?" Draco's eyes flicked to Ron's. A small smirk crept onto Draco's face. He reached out and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Come on," he told me. "If he bothers you again I'll take care of it." Draco glared at Ron and Harry again. Hermione stopped us.
"I'll make sure Ron apologizes and I'll make sure Harry gets it through to him that you aren't like everyone else," Hermione whispered in my ear. I smiled at her a little and let Draco lead me away.