And if we dream - Draco Malfoy/ OC
Chapter 12- Would that make you happy?
Summary: Like some magnetic force, like some unbreakable bond she was drawn back to him again and again. And now, staying away was an inconceivable notion. "Always." she murmured, one hand finding his, the other tangling into his platinum hair, "Always."
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I'm re writing it to my story so the dialogue is not that same as it is in the books or films in the scenes you may recognise =]
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"So when were you guys planning on telling me that Fleur and Bill are getting married?" Avery asked as she dropped into a seat near Ron and Hermione in the common room the next evening, her Herbology books dropping from her lap to the floor with a bang.
"Excuse me?" Hermione questioned, looking up from her ancient runes text book.
"Y'know. Fleur. Bill. Getting married." She stated.
"Oh. I 'fout you knew, everyone elsh do's" Ron spat around a mouthful of chocolate frog with a grin, "Ish drivin' mum bloody mad."
"No." Avery said with a barely concealed look of disgust, "I didn't, I just found out from Ginny when I asked her why she was prancing around the hall putting on a French accent."
"She's goo' at tha'!" Ron exclaimed, still chewing.
"We found out in the holidays and we told Harry, I honestly thought you knew." Hermione placated.
"Harry as well? Wait, where is Harry anyway?"
"He's in his lesson with Dumbledore." Ron said, body tensing slightly, chocolate smeared over his chin.
"Really Ronald." Hermione snapped, wordlessly conjuring a tissue, "You're an animal."
"Well I can't help it." he grumbled, using the tissue to clean himself.
"Do you have no decorum?"
"What does that even mean?" Ron spluttered.
"Guys!" Avery said loudly, attracting attention from a few of the younger years in the common room, eager to stop their argument before it escalated and she could no longer get a word in, "What lessons with Dumbledore?"
Hermione cringed as Ron immediately cried, "You don't know?"
Avery ground her teeth together loudly, beginning to feel angry, "Apparently not."
"Yeah, 'Arry has private lessons now, to prepare him y'know, for facing off with V-Vold- The dark lord. They run past curfew apparently."
"Facing off?"
Hermione bit her lip, anticipating the many different outcomes of this conversation, the most likely being Avery's inevitable feelings of alienation at not knowing what the others did. Being one of the smartest witches of their generation, something she had been told numerous times, she realised that there was no way to avoid such an outcome, so proceeded to explain.
"You remember the prophecy? The one that was smashed at the ministry last year?"
"Yes. Of course." Avery replied, rather impatient.
"Well Professor Dumbledore had a memory of it." she started, "During the holidays before Harry came to the burrow, he showed him. They know what the prophecy said."
"And?" Avery prompted, eyes wide, every bit as curious as to what the prophecy said as the others were, had been at least, she'd spent all holidays wondering and it had come to nothing and the others had known all along it seemed.
"Neither can live while the other survives."
"Neither can live while the other survives" Avery repeated slowly.
"It means only Harry can beat him. He needs to be trained." Hermione finished.
After a moment of silence Avery asked the inevitable, "Why didn't you tell me? Harry is in more peril than we knew and no one told me."
Hermione sighed, "I'm sorry Avery, truly, it just, it didn't cross my mind. We're so used to just being together in the holidays that it doesn't always seem like there's someone missing until we're back in Hogwarts and then it's so busy that- we just forgot."
Hermione blanched, wrong thing to say. Avery frowned.
"Yeah. It's just over the last years you've been with your mum and we haven't been able to tell you stuff so it's just stuck." Ron added, in what he thought must be a helpful manner.
Avery swallowed, clenching the arms of her chair and shifting forward, "So you're still afraid that I'll run off and tell my death eater mummy?"
"No. Avery." Hermione started pleadingly as Ron's face distorted into confusion, and at the sound of Hermione's voice Avery knew she might be over reacting a little, but she couldn't stop the anger and sadness from welling up inside her, nor could she forget what Pansy Parkinson had hissed at her that day as she stepped through the door for dinner searching for her friends.
"What's the matter Greenwood? The trio finally ditched their tag along?"
The words hadn't stung her at the time, she'd grown used to ignoring the jibes from the Slytherin's and she had also known that sometimes she wasn't told everything but the words had niggled at her for most of dinner and the tiny amount of pain had been intensified when she had taken a seat near Neville and Ginny, her usual seat occupied by an overzealous Colin Creevey, and found out the wedding news.
She had spent the evening in the library, studying up on her Herbology, something, she was completely ashamed to say she had received a T for Troll in for her OWLS. Though she wouldn't necessarily admit to her terrible grade she would be the first to admit that she was just dreadful at the subject, she could probably, if left to her own devices, turn the most harmless blade of grass into a man eating monster. It was often the subject of jokes between her house. By default her terrible grade should mean that she didn't have to take it this year along with all of her other subjects but Professor McGonnagal had seen it fit to 'give her another chance' much to her chagrin, which meant a lot of extra work and homework. So she had spent the even studying, and festering over Parkinsons words and the evidence to support the claim.
The recent conversation had only served to add more ammunition.
"Avery that's not true." Hermione said, "you know that's not true."
"I think I'm going to go for a walk."
"Ave. It's after curfew. What if Snape sees you?" Hermione called.
"I think I would prefer Snape's company right now." she replied, if a little vindictively she stalked from the room with only her wand in her pocket, leaving the rest of her stuff behind.
She knew that Hermione would be too against breaking the rules to come after her and Ron wouldn't understand what was happening until it was explained so she would be alone for a while. She just had to find somewhere. Only slightly cursing not having an invisibility cloak of her own to use whenever she needed, she shuffled along, close to the walls, keeping an eye out for any teachers or prefects, contrary to her previous comment she didn't fancy more detentions with Snape for a while.
Before she had realised where she was heading she found herself climbing the stairs to the Astronomy tower, she had always found the tower to be a bit of a sanctuary, she was after all a huge lover of astronomy, having received an Outstanding in her OWLS, she wasn't exactly sure how far she could go with it as far as the future was concerned, but it was nice to have something she enjoyed whilst she was in Hogwarts. Whilst lessons, late as they were, were fun and relaxing she preferred to spend some time up there alone, staring out over the peaceful grounds, though as the years had progressed and the threat level had heightened she had had much less time to do so.
The air was chilly inside, outside, whatever it was classed as, and she pulled her robes tighter around herself. Avery moved deeper into the tower, and leant gently against the railings breathing deeply, allowing her mind to run over the events of that evening and the previous years.
She didn't often feel alienated or left out, she had understood that her friends couldn't contact her over the holidays for the first four years, even before they had known of her mothers allegiance with the dark lord, it had been suspected and her mothers anger at Avery's house placement hadn't exactly served as the best bribe to allow prolonged contact with Gryffindors, especially those considered blood traitors, mud bloods and of course the infallible boy who lived. By default, Avery should have hated them too, she, like most pure blood children had been raised to do so after all, but the three of them had been so kind on the first day and a bit crazy in Hermiones case and she had found her first day jitters disappearing and found herself laughing. Laughing like she wasn't able too at home, especially not in front of guests or strangers. So there was no regret, not about the house sorting, not about her friends or rivals. She was happy where she was, yet, there was times when she was left out, not trusted even, in third year, Harry and Hermione had taken the time turner and left her in the woods with Remus in wolf form, something they had apologised profusely for and had put down to the spur of the moment and panic. Avery had agreed and she had been okay with it, until now at least. Then there was fifth year, she almost hadn't been at the ministry, she had found out by accident that they were planning something, she had later heard that it was because Harry worried that her mother would be there, which had been a correct assumption, but the fact of the matter was that she was in on this, she was on there side and had almost been overlooked. She knew she was sulking and probably being paranoid too, after all most of Hogwarts seemed more subdued this year, attacks being reposted in the prophet almost daily now, maybe she was catching the mood.
She just needed sleep that was all and then in the morning she would be fine again, she'd stay here for a few more minutes and-
"Greenwood?"
She closed her eyes tight and sighed, bracing herself for whatever the pointy pureblood behind her was ready to throw her way, only mildly hoping that it wouldn't be a hex that he threw.
"What are you doing here?" she asked quietly.
"I could ask you the same thing."
Of course, she hadn't expected a straight answer after all.
"You could, but I asked you first."
"Typical Gryffindor, acting like a toddler." was the offered response.
Avery continued to stare out on the grounds, aware of Malfoy moving around behind her and talking to her almost amicably. She would have probably gotten angry if she weren't so tired and if the whole altercation weren't so normal and familiar. She found herself smiling slightly and quelled it quickly as she remembered why she was there in the first place. She heard Malfoy move closer the railing where she stood, as far away as possible over the other side, and could feel more than see as he stared towards her beseechingly.
"Trouble in paradise?" he questioned conversationally, smirking slightly.
"They don't tell me anything you know." she stated quickly, "If you're looking to see if we have some brilliant plan to foil Voldemort," she barely registers the Slytherin's flinch at the name, "then you may as well stop. Even if we did I wouldn't know."
"So there is trouble then." the blonde replied almost wistfully.
"Would that make you happy Malfoy?" she snapped, pushing off of the railings and stalking towards the exit, slamming the tower door behind her with extra gusto.
"Of course it would." his voice trailed out after her.
She sighed again, and decided to make her way back to the Gryffindor tower, for the aforementioned sleep she needed, leaving the tower, Malfoy and hopefully the worries niggling at her mind behind. Luna would probably say that a wrackspurt had gotten to her. Maybe one had. She blinked back stray tears and swallowed, carrying on with her journey contemplating the best way to apologise to Hermione for over reacting.
Already, it was a long term.
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