Chapter 6:
That stupid perverted asshole. The next day when I was in transfiguration it was actually hard for me to focus because of the whole thing that happened between Malfoy and me. I was starting to think that this whole new look was a bad idea. Still, even though I found it perverted when Malfoy talked to me that way and acted that way around me I found it exciting. I actually like the attention he was giving me. His matured features were starting to show a lot more than usual. I noticed that whenever he was smirking but not at me, I felt an attraction to him. To his lips. A feeling that I believe I've felt before but just couldn't remember. When Saturday came, I heard news that Katie Bell was in the Hospital Wing. I didn't hear much but I heard from Harry that she touched some object and rose into the air and started screaming! I didn't know Katie personally but I felt worried. With the war going on I grew suspicious. Why did Katie come to possess such an object and why wouldn't she say who gave it to her? Like usual I let it slide so that way I could focus on my next class which was Divination. I knew Professor Trelawney was a fraud but at my old home, I was blessed as the Seer to see things that no one else saw, but usually I saw death and the demons who wished to pull me into Hell. They wished to pull me into Hell for the things that I was destined to do. However, I came to this world to start new. I came here to show everyone that I was not evil…
Draco's POV
Damn. That Katie Bell was not supposed to touch that necklace! Uh I can't believe it! If only she hadn't touched it! Well I guess I can't do anything about it but come up with a better plan soon.
I decided that today would be the day that I go into Lydia's room and find some info on her. She wasn't there now so it was perfect. I stepped up to her door, and took a deep breath and walked through. Her room was dark and gloomy. Elegant, but dark. As I walked around, I saw tons of books on a huge bookshelf, which took up almost a whole entire wall. On another wall was a dresser and mirror. There were more mirrors around the room but they were almost larger than her queen-sized bed. The thing that covered up her walls the most was sketches of cities and of a woman with a young girl. The one picture that caught my attention the most was a huge framed portrait of a beautiful woman with wavy Raven-black hair and dancing violet eyes. She looked exactly like Lydia. They were an exact image of each other. When I looked at the portrait, I noticed that the woman was able to show so many emotions with just one smile. I could see happiness, sadness, and pain all in her face. After I was finished gazing at the portrait I went back to searching the room. I noticed that sitting under Lydia's pillow was a book. I picked it up and I discovered that I hit the Jackpot! Her diary.
I opened it and immediately began reading.
October 1st, 1997
Dear Diary,
The insufferable ferret has been starring at me a lot lately. It's starting to freak me out. I don't believe I'm afraid of him anymore but I do believe I'm afraid of something. I see some type of fear when I look into his eyes. I see myself in them. I look at myself when I look into his eyes and when I see myself I see fear. But when I'm not focusing on fear, I am able to see the color in his eyes. I remember when I first looked into them when we were younger. Even now, he still has his stormy-grey eyes. I guess if there were anything that I liked about Draco, even if he does treat me horribly, it would be his eyes. I don't know what it is but when I look at them, I feel something. It was the same feeling I felt when I was a 1st year. I'm still unable to identify this feeling but whatever it is; I hope it leaves me alone. I shouldn't be feeling anything towards Draco. Why am I even thinking and writing about him right now? I shall right more later.
Oh, this was rich. She admired my eyes. So, even though she would never admit it, Lydia finds me slightly attractive. She even feels something for me and she doesn't even know what it is. Well duh! She likes me of course! She just can't admit it! I didn' feel that I had to read anymore but I turned to the front of the book to see when she first started writing. When I got to the first page, I began to read.
August 19, 1987
Dear Diary,
It has been a few months since mother has passed on now. I miss her terribly. I can't stop thinking about her. I've been drawing a lot lately. I've been drawing pictures of my mother with her wavy hair. Sometimes I wish I could be as beautiful as her. Right before she left to the other world, she said it's not your fault. I didn't understand what she meant until the monks told me what had happened to her before she came to live with them. I am the result of a monster. A demon. My mother was raped by a demon. I am the daughter of demon! I am one of the reasons to why she had pain and suffering. She was raped and had to give birth to me. Yet she said it wasn't my fault? I caused her pain every time she looked at me because I was a reminder of my father. A reminder of a demon from hell. No wonder she was quiet whenever I would ask if I had a father. No wonder she would cry. Lately I've been wondering that if I were never born, maybe my mom would have been happier. Maybe she wouldn't have to look back on that horrible memory that would have to stick with her until she died.
After reading that, I felt my heart drop. Lydia, the result of a demon? And the whole thing with her mother. For once in an extremely long time, I felt pity. I could have cried at the moment, just from reading that. I couldn't bring myself to read anymore so I slowly slid the book under the pillow and took one last look of the beautiful woman in the portrait. I figured she was Lydia's mother from the way Lydia described her in her diary.
I went back to my room and lied down on the bed. I starred at the ceiling. How could someone live with the fact that his or her mother was raped and that person was the result of what happened? Lydia truly was a brave person. Even though I disliked them, she should have been a Gryffindor. Pitying Lydia made the way I felt for her change. I felt my lust slowly turn into something more.
Ok I'm unsure about this chapter too so plz send some reviews!
