Helloooo! Here's the 5th Chapter. I'm sorry if it took slightly long, I've been quite busy. I'd like to thank those who reviewed/followed/favorited. I really really really appreciate it. Anyway, here it is!
-Isabelle:)
Chapter 5:
*Draco's POV*
I stayed up late at night, I couldn't sleep. I tried doing productive things, attempting to feel a bit tired or sleepy, such as studying or writing essays, but my eyes still refused to be shut.
I decided to write a letter to father. I made it a point not to mention Granger or anyone from that sort, obviously. Why would I? I sat down silently, my fingers fiddling with the feather of the quill, contemplating the content of the letter I would write soon. After a few minutes, I straightened the piece of parchment infront of me, took a deep breath, and began writing, trying to keep my fingers from spazzing involuntarily.
It went like this:
Dear Father,
School was the same as usual, boring and very uneventful. (Half-true.) My marks are very good, as far I can tell. (True.) Friends are alright, and Crabbe is still as dumb as a rock, which is normal, of course. (True.) There isn't really much to tell you, too be honest. (Not true.)
How are you and mother? I hope you're doing alright.
I know you aren't really fond of the idea of me staying for Christmas break, but even if my marks are good, I feel like there is still so much I can do. I promise to write as often as I can.
Well, that's all I can say, I guess. Please write back soon.
Your Son,
Draco
When I finished writing the letter, I cautiously folded the piece of parchment, tucking it inside a thick envelope, and walked towards a large window, where there was a handsome black owl, waiting eagerly. I handed the envelope and it took it with its beak. It flew away instantly, its wings flapping gracefully, slowly disappearing into the night sky. I knew father was going to get the letter soon, that owl was no ordinary owl.
I yawned, and that was when I knew I was ready to go to bed. I crept inside the Boys Bedrooms, careful not to make any noise. I lied on the bed, falling asleep the moment I shut my eyes close.
The next morning, I ate breakfast with the same people and I expected everything to be normal but I was wrong from the first thing Pansy said to me when I walked up to them.
"Where have you been all week?"
"Uh.." Yeah, I forgot about that. I was in the Room of Requirement the whole time, just waiting for everything to cool down a bit, I still studied, of course.
"Well?"
"I was sick." I lied, "Hospital wing."
"Are you sure?"
"Why wouldn't I be?"
"Alright then." She said, rolling her eyes, like she always did, "Sit down." and I did.
There was an awkward silence, it was quiet, unlike it was the other week. We all ate silently. I guess they still didn't forget what I did last week. I thought they'd get over it soon enough.
I was wrong.
"So..um" said Blaise Zabini, trying to start conversation to break the awkwardness, "How are you and Granger?"
He made a huge mistake, because Pansy shot him an irritating look, a look that tells you not to mess with Pansy Parkinson, even though what Blaise said had absolutely nothing to do with her.
I shook my head, confused, "Are you mad?" I snapped, Pansy nodded, "What does she have to do with anything?"
Blaise gulped immediately. "Oh-n-nothing, I was just asking if-" but I interrupted him, "I don't want to hear anything about her, alright?"
"Yes, yes, of course but erm, about last week a-and-"
"Last week? Last week?" I stared at him threateningly, "I had an impression we were over this, and we are, are we? We won't be talking about this anymore. Understood?"
"Understood." they all said in unison. I knew they were secretly afraid of me, which I had no problem with, of course. I nodded at them, and continued eating my bacon and eggs.
We all continued eating in silence, however, the silence was soon broken by a large group of owls entering the Hall, they all seemed to be carrying either packages or envelopes that surely contained parchments of letters. I knew what was coming for me, obviously, so I reached over my arms and streched my palms as the same black owl flew towards me, dropping the letter as it gracefully fell on my palms. I opened it haphazardly, and slowly pulled out an incredibly thin piece of parchment, careful not to tear it, I straightened it on my lap, glancing up ever so slightly, checking if anyone could see it, looked back down and read:
Dear Son,
Your mother and I are doing quite fine, actually. It's pleasing to know that you have got your act together with your marks and friends. I, too, have not much to say although I highly doubt that you told me everything you needed to say, however, i'm not pointing out anything.
We weren't exactly-happy- about your decision for staying for Christmas break, although if it means improving your marks, how could we say no? Grades are everything, son.
I have heard that Pansy Parkinson is staying for Christmas break, too. I am quite elated. I liked that girl for you, son. She is a wealthy, and pretty Slytherin. She also came from a well-known Pure-blooded family, too. I think you should get to know her better.
That is all I have to say. Please continue writing often.
Regards,
Your Father.
I read and reread that letter, quite shocked, with my eyebrows raised. Some of the Slytherins must've noticed, I think, because they were staring at me, as if they were waiting for me to read the letter aloud.
"What is it?" asked Goyle.
"It's a letter, you dunce." sneered Sam, laughing afterwards.
"That's not what I meant." he snapped angrily, "I meant what is it about."
I looked up and stared at them. "You actually-" I muttered, "nothing. It's nothing."
Pansy continued staring at me, clearly suspicious, but said nothing. I cautiously folded the parchment and carefully yet quickly tucked it inside my robe pocket, to avoid any further suspicions. I cleared my throat, and she stopped staring.
"Um, We should go to class." Pansy said, now looking at everyone. "All of us."
I nodded, and so did we rest. I took one more sip of the lukewarm coffee and stood up. We walked to class silently, not even talking.
After class, we had a free period to do anything we want. Most would normally study, since it's O.W.L.s year or most would talk with their friends, but not me. I spent me free period in the Library, not reading, but instead, thinking. I needed to be in some quiet place, and it was perfect here.
I sat, alone, on a table by the far right corner of the Library. My eyes were on a book but my mind was wandering freely.
Pansy Parkinson, eh? Sure, she was quite nasty last week, but that's how girls usually are, right? Father wasn't lying when he said that she was wealthy and came from a famous Pureblood family. The Parkinsons were well-known, alright, just like the Malfoys. But I wasn't so sure if I really liked her, but If it means pleasing my parents, I would have to.
I couldn't say she wasn't pretty, because she kind of was. She had long dark hair that reached her back and piercing green eyes, which wasn't bad.
Now the thing I should be thinking about is how I would get her to like me. Surely, that wouldn't be too hard, although I think there may be some difficulties since I have been acting so snobbish lately (I don't know why, trust me.) but I would be able to fix that soon.
My brain started to hurt from all the thinking, so I took a break and looked up from my books, then, I noticed Hermione Granger, a couple tables away, staring at me, but immediately putting her head down the moment I noticed it. I smirked to myself as I also looked down on my book.
"Like what you're seeing, Granger?" I called, but still looking down my book.
"You wish." I heard her say, "Quit being so loud. You're in the library, in case you haven't noticed. Although, I wouldn't expect you to, your head too big, making you unable to notice anything."
"You say a lot for a girl who just told me to 'Quit being so loud' inside the Library."
"Shut it."
"I will if you do."
"Alright. Fine."
"Fine."
I chuckled silently, my eyes still on my book. This girl was crushing on me, I just knew she did. I'm supposed to be disgusted, her being muggle-born and and all, but something about her just seems to amuse me.
Oi, stop that. You're supposed to be into Pansy. You're not even supposed to think about Granger. Your father will be so disappointed. So so disappointed.
And my thoughts were right. I should be into Pansy and thinking on how I should ask her out in a date, or something, and it was official. It's Pansy. It's her.
However, I couldn't help but smile as I continued "pretending" to read that book.
Yeah, well, that's it. I really hope you liked it. Im sorry if it's a bit late, but I did it anyways! Please please please review. I would greatly appreciate it. Thanks for reading!
-Isabelle:)