I'm Here When You Need Me- Chapter 4
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is actually owned my J. K. Rowling...as difficult as it is to believe...
A/N: I wasn't going to post this tonight, but after I read the review from the third chapter, I decided that I would.
Sarah had heard enough. Anger was pulsating through her veins. Every fiber of her being wanted to hurt Malfoy, not only for cheating on her, but insulting her friends. She drew her wand, and with a swiftness even she was amazed at, threw open the door. There was Malfoy, leaning up against a wall with Pansy Parkinson pinned between him and the wall, both looking stunned. Sarah had a look of pure loathing on her face, and her non-wand hand clenched into a tight fist.
"I should have listened to my friends. They warned me about you, saying that you were a complete and utter bastard. But you were nice to me, and made me feel like I was special. They were right. You are an asshole. This whole time, I bet you wanted nothing but to get in my pants!"
Sarah was getting so enraged, that sparks were starting to emit from her wand, singeing the carpeted floor. Malfoy saw this. He was actually looking sort of scared. He didn't have his wand out, nor did he even have Crabbe or Goyle there to protect him. Pansy looked shocked, and like she wanted very much to run away. Pansy's wand was in her school bag at her feet, so not even she could protect him. Sarah slowly pointed her wand at Malfoy's heart.
"What do you have to say for yourself?"
Malfoy didn't say anything. He simply looked from her wand to her and back again.
"What a bastard," Sarah scoffed.
Malfoy looked like she had slapped him. Sarah never talked to anyone like this. Malfoy knew that he had crossed a line. No matter how tough he seemed to be with his friends around, he couldn't help but be panicky when someone was this angry at him, especially without his wand.
"We are so over. Don't bother trying to convince me otherwise. If you come near me again, I promise you that I'll tell everyone why I called you 'Baby'," said Sarah.
To Malfoy, this was the ultimate threat. No one, not even Pansy knew why Malfoy was called 'baby'. He had absolutely sobbed when she had said yes when he asked her to be his girlfriend, saying that she was too good for him, and that he didn't deserve her. Sarah had wiped his tears away, and said "Oh! Don't cry, baby." He then stopped, and looked like he defied her to laugh at him. She only smiled and said, "I like when a guy isn't afraid to show his emotions."
"You wouldn't," he said with anger lacing his voice.
"Try me," she said just as pissed as him.
Sarah turned to leave. On her way out of the room, she heard Pansy say to Malfoy "What a bitch". This didn't faze her though. It actually made her feel better. But the vindictive pleasure she felt evaporated quickly. Now who was she supposed to talk to? The only one she could think of was Hermione.
Hermione had been the only one that Sarah would or could talk to about Malfoy. Harry and Ron didn't want to hear any of it. When Sarah would talk about Malfoy and get mushy about him, Hermione would call it "the softer side of Draco". Not only did she know about Malfoy, she would be able to straighten the whole Harry thing out, too. So, Sarah resolved to talk to Hermione.
On her way back to the common room, Sarah felt a soft rush of air go past her. Wondering what it was, she looked around. There weren't any windows; she was in the dungeons, after all. Chalking it up to a figment of her imagination, Sarah continued walking. She soon reached the portrait hole, for the second time that night, and gave the password. She didn't want to walk in on another conversation, so she purposely stomped through, thus making her presence known. She could hear the three friends talking in hushed tones. Once out in the open, she saw them sitting at the same table as before, except Harry was in the wrong seat. He also looked flushed and was out of breath. Sarah eyed him suspiciously.
"Did you just run a marathon or something?"
He looked at her innocently.
"Nope, just ran to my dorm for my Potions book. Long essay; you know how it is."
Sarah didn't for one second believe this explanation, but played along.
"Yeah. Snape can be a git when he wants to be, which, most of the time, he does," she said.
Harry smiled at her. Ron and Hermione were determinedly not looking at each other. Sarah had a feeling that that had something to do with Harry's being winded. The quartet sat in silence for a while. Hermione picked the first thing that came to her mind to talk about.
"So, how is Malfoy?"
Sarah sniffed and looked disgruntled.
"Why should I care? We aren't dating anymore."
Ron and Hermione looked relieved. Harry, however, looked as if he knew this was coming. Sarah started to put two and two together.
"Harry, did you follow me to the dungeons?" she asked, knowing she was right.
Harry hung his head slightly. "Yeah, I did. I followed you with my Invisibility Cloak. Please don't be mad."
"I'm not mad. I just wish you hadn't. You didn't exactly see me at my best," she said with a slight smile.
"No, I thought you were brilliant," Harry said proudly.
Sarah glanced at him and smiled wider. Ron and Hermione looked at the pair in bewilderment. They still didn't know what happened. So to alleviate their confusion, Sarah told them the whole sordid story, with Harry's help. This led to the three of them asking why Malfoy was called 'Baby'.
"I told him that if he came near me, I would tell everyone. He hasn't done anything yet, so I will stick to my word. Like I said, no matter what I think of someone, I will always try to be civil. That is just who I am."
The three of them looked like a special treat had been snatched away. Having gotten little of their work done, Hermione conceded defeat. She packed her things away, stood up and started to walk to the dormitories. Ron and Sarah followed suit, with Harry trailing behind. He looked very happy about something.
"Christmas come early?" Sarah asked, knowing what bought this change in attitude, but liking it all the same.
"Something like that," he said looking her in the eye.
This made Sarah blush slightly. Looking into his emerald eyes always made her feel good. She didn't know why, it was just a comfort to see such kindness and caring in the eyes of someone so haunted by his past. Like, if a person who had come out of everything he had, and still be compassionate and brave, then there must still be good in the world.
Harry caught her staring, and smiled. She came out of her thoughts, and smiled back. Then he did something Sarah had been hoping for, for over a year.
A/N: Short, I know. I needed a good spot to end it though. Sorry!