Chapter 4
Thank God Liz didn't have anymore classes with Draco right off the back; she at least had a small break away from him. She wouldn't be able to deal with him. She would have broken down right in front of him, giving him the satisfaction that he didn't deserve.
During lunch Liz didn't feel like eating so she went up to the Gryffindor common room where she was going to stare into the unnecessary fire. She didn't want to leave this spot, the spot that calmed her through the years. Before she knew it she had to leave and go to Defense Against the Dark Arts.
Throughout lunch Draco couldn't stop thinking about Potions. Did he actually feel a little guilt? Possibly, but not enough to affect him in any way. He didn't feel those kinds of emotions. Not love, not guilt, as he thought about it even deeper, he never felt truly happy either. He would look around and see his classmates with smiles and laughing. Not smirks, not sneers but just joyous people with the gift of being able to feel happy. This made Draco livid with himself; he who had everything didn't have the ability to enjoy it.
"Bollox," mumbled Draco. During this unconscious self reflection Draco realized that he indeed had a heart of stone. What he didn't figure out, however, was if he wanted to keep it or get rid of it. He would figure that out later, for now he was just going to be himself, the one nobody likes.
The day went by even slower for the second half for Liz. She didn't say a word for that entire half. She was too annoyed. She did her work and luckily none of it involved pairing. By the time classes were over she had a very little amount of homework, having done it during spare time in class. Soon it was supper and Liz was starving, plus she also wanted to see if she would be receiving any letters from her mom or other relatives. Liz was very close with her mom. She was an only child and her dad left from them both, and they haven't seen him since.
At dinner, Liz was on the verge of gorging herself with the delicious food. She didn't though, her stomach was getting full and she didn't feel like puking or looking too much like a pig. After she had finished, she got a letter from her grandmother, and she ended up puking anyways.