Yeah so here's chapter thirteen, sorry about the long author's note at the top of chapter 12. Just needed to point some things out.
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Chapter Thirteen: I need you understand.
The next week flew over, much to my surprise. I had less and less encounters with Malfoy and so did every one else by the looks of it. He was rarely seen at meal times. And if I'm honest it started to worry me. But that's not the only thing I'm worried about first of all the dance is next Saturday and of course the prophecy which I had painfully pushed to the back of my brain to hide my never ending anger about the whole situation.
"So, what colour dress are you wearing? Luce?" Gwen sang, as we walked to breakfast on Saturday morning, "Because we have to choose this week, Lucie, It's next Saturday!"
"I don't even know if I'm going to go." I muttered, taking a seat next to Albus, "Hey al." I smiled.
"What? Why?" Gwen squealed taking a bite of her toast looking at me like I'd grown an extra head. Rose took a seat opposite me, settled her bag on the floor and grabbed a piece of toast and said, "It's up to her, Gwen." And swiftly turned to talk to Nicole Thomas, a shy girl with beautiful mocha coloured skin, honey coloured eyes and chocolate brown curls which fell past her waist. Gwen huffed. "Well, for starters, you have a date, that Sam kid. And Rose is probably got a date, probably that kid she went to Hogsmede with… What's his name? Erm, Chris Castles. And I'll be on my own, and to be frank I don't wear dresses. "I explained.
"Suit yourself then." She scoffed, rolling her hazel eyes. Hm, she looked extremely like someone; the more I looked at her the more familiar she became. How bad is that? She's my best friend and I'm just noticing that she looks vaguely familiar? Godric. I look around the hall and my eyes focus on none other than Malfoy, he's sat next to Jake and Maisie, his fan girls all looking at him like he's god's gift, Pfft. He of course pays them no attention… Aw, from the angle he looks… wow, just wow. SHUT UP LUCIE. Gwen looks at me strangely but gets up and stomps away.
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I swear to Godric, whoever created the subject of History of Magic, I'm going to murder them. I feel like murdering Binns, although he's already dead I would try my bloody best to kill him and silence that droning voice of his. Of course Rose, being the little goody two shoes she is, is taking notes and looking interested, as was Al who was sat next to her, Gwen is sat next to Parker Goyle and looks as though she's about to shoot him an unforgivable, and me? Well I have the displeasure of sitting next to Jake Flint, at least he doesn't smell or looks like a troll. "Oi. Longbottom." Flint sneers from beside me, I look at him through my fringe and glare. "What?" I snap.
"What's happening with Malfoy?" He smirks, pig.
"Nothing, I haven't seen him." I snarl and start listening to Binns (well pretending).
"I'm worried about him, Longbottom. He doesn't eat at all, he seems to skulk around and he's incredibly quiet. It's just he's my best friend, it's just slightly annoying and worrying…" He said solemnly. I looked at him strangely but ignored him. Right now I'm worried even more… My eyes darted round the room, no Malfoy wasn't here. I racked my brains, no he wasn't in herbology. Oh Godric, I've killed the poor bugger.
As soon as that horrific lesson was over I ran to the kitchens, where I hoped Malfoy would be. If he wasn't, well I don't know. It's not like I care or anything. It's just that, erm; I don't want this on my conscience? Yeah, that reason seems plausible. I quickly tickled the pear on the painting and raced in to the beautiful smelling coven. Nope, he wasn't there. I ran throughout the castle in search of the rodent that I called Malfoy to have no luck. Then it hit me. I ran up many different staircases to the very top and along to the astronomy tower. And there he was in all his glory, Malfoy. He sat his legs crossed and up to his chest, his pale hand clasped around his knees holding them in place, looking out into the grounds. Without thinking I sat next to him bringing my legs up to my chest. "It's beautiful isn't it?" I breathed quietly.
"Yeah, I suppose it is." Malfoy said quietly, "I'm sorry, Lucie."
I looked up at him to find he hadn't yet looked at me. "Whatever." I flipped his apology off. That's when he turned round and stood up. I followed suit. He rested his slender hands on my shoulders, looking down into my eyes. "Lucie, I know it's difficult." He said.
"No, you don't!" I yelled trying to shrug out of his grasp but no, he wouldn't let me go.
"If you just listen to me." He said in a painful tone, "You have to trust me. I know it's hard but you have to. Things are about to get tougher and when they do we have to trust each other. You know I promised that I wouldn't let anyone hurt you? This Is me keeping that promise." His tone was hard but soothing.
"Why?" I stated dumbly.
"Because you just have to trust me." He replied vaguely, releasing his grip on my shoulders.
"Do you trust me?" I asked randomly.
"Yes." I gasped, he trusted me?
"Please, tell me what the prophecy means?" I asked quietly.
"No. I can't." he said clutching the bridge of his nose.
"Yes you can." I soothed, reaching and pulling his hand away from his nose causing him to look into my eyes again.
"No, you don't understand. I literally can't. I'm so sorry." His tone was painful to listen to, as if he was having a rather large internal battle with himself. I didn't want him to talk in that tone, it made me feel awful. Then I did something I never thought I would do I grabbed his hand and turned to look into the pale grey sky.
"I'll just take it as it comes then." I said quietly ignoring his questioning gaze.
What the hell was wrong with me?