Chapter 6
Liz didn't want to wake up this morning, she hasn't been wanting too since she found out the news. What made things worse, she had Potions first thing with Draco. The sun wasn't even shining like it had been the past couple days. Liz pulled herself out of bed and slowly got ready for today to come.
She went to breakfast but didn't feel like eating, but she had some toast anyway so she could have a little brain food, but that was it. Breakfast was longer than usual, she just wanted to get to class and get it over with. Eventually breakfast was over and Liz went to Potions. On the way there she heard her name down the hall.
"Oy, Liz!"
She turned around to see Draco coming her way, oh God, she thought. "What?" she asked, quietly.
"What happened to you yesterday at dinner?" Draco actually sounded kind of concerned.
"Why do you care?" asked Liz, in her whispery tone.
"I don't know, but it's not everyday you see someone running out dinner with a letter in one hand and the other hand over their mouth."
"Something came up, okay, something bad." Liz's eyes started to fill up with tears again. Liz continued walking a swift pace with Draco tagging along behind. He didn't know what to say, or what to do, or why he actually asked her how everything was.
In the Potions room, Draco and Liz paired up as usual. Liz was quieter too, not like that takes much, but she didn't speak a word unless spoken too; and not even that happened a whole lot, Draco was too busy trying to figure her out and he didn't ask questions, well yet. Liz was buried in the books but not really doing anything, her mind couldn't handle this right now.
"Liz, I can't help but notice you're not doing your work," said Draco, breaking the silence between them.
"I'm sorry, just…just…well, I'm not totally here today," she mumbled.
Draco stared at her, what was up? Why should I care? He asked himself. I mean I don't even know this girl, yet I'm so intrigued, but still why should I bother with her? His mind was constantly battling over this girl. He wanted to like her, he didn't want to like her, his mind just keep going and going, back and forth. Maybe he would give both sides a try. However, it seemed like the more he didn't want to like her, something drew him more towards her.
"Liz, how come you never talked before?" asked Draco, he had been curious for a long time.
She let out a sigh, she didn't want to answer his questions, but she did anyway. "It's a really long story if you must know."
AH, she did it again. I ask a question and get an answer that is so GENERAL, thought Draco, it was driving him insane. "We have a long time," said Draco, keeping a calm appearance.
"Not now, Draco," she said, as she pulled her hair out of her face. Draco was taken aback, this time for two reasons. He had received another on of THOSE answers and but her face. He had never noticed it before. Her pointed features, not weasel-like, her eyes, that reptile look, and her hair, it was curly. Not poodle curly but the big, loose curls, it was really nice.
"Draco," said Liz, not looking up, "stop staring"
"What?" asked Draco, acting as though he was innocent.
Liz laughed a little bit, (just that 'oh my God, are you serious laugh'). "Are you really that oblivious? And do you think that I'm going to believe it when you ask what? You know exactly what I meant, so from now on look at your book, or something other than me."
"How did you know?" asked Draco, he wasn't concerned with the fact that he just admitted doing it.
"You know that feeling that someone's watching you? And besides, you just admitted it. I rest my case."
Draco sat speechless; he had been hushed again by Liz. Again, he thought, why does this keep happening? That was it, now he really did have to further investigation on the girl who silences him. The only one who could.
After classes Liz went out to the courtyard, she hadn't seen Dumbledore yet about leaving, her pain filled her body. She had held it in all day, she didn't want anyone to know. The most she did today was debate Draco that morning, as strange as it may seem, he was one of the only people who talked to her. However, most of his talking resulted in annoyance on Liz's part, and even though she didn't know, it annoyed Draco as well, for he could never get the answer he wanted out of her.
As Liz stood there facing the fountain, someone came and stood beside her. She only thought of one person.
"Draco, what do you…" she said, as she turned towards Dumbledore. "I'm sorry, headmaster, I thought you were--"
"Draco," he finished. Liz nodded, and looked away shamefully. "Liz, I've come to answer your question." She held her breath. "I have come to the conclusion that you shouldn't be gone for four months," her heart sank. "However, you can leave on Fridays and come back on Monday mornings. I know it may seem cruel, but it's better for you not to watch your mother die everyday for four months. That's too much for a young girl like you to handle," he explained. Liz nodded, what was she going to do? She couldn't go against the headmaster. Her eyes started to fill up, the concept of not being there for her mother killed her, but at least she could see her on weekends, but that didn't seem like enough.
Dumbledore had left by now, and Liz sat motionless. Her knees up close to her chest and her chin was resting on the kneecaps. She wiped her eyes and stood up, when she did there was Draco.
"Liz, pleasure seeing you out here," he said, with a smirk. He saw her face and how red and blotchy it was. "Have you been crying?" he asked.
"No…"she mumbled. Draco couldn't help but feel triumphant, she lied, and she didn't want him to see her like this.
"Well, if you haven't been crying then I'm the King of England," said Draco, looking into her eyes.
"Draco what do you want?" she asked, irritably.
"I want to know why you were crying," he said. Liz couldn't figure out if he was being sincere or sarcastic, knowing him, it was probably sarcasm.
"Why the FUCK do you care, Draco!" yelled Liz, her firecracker attitude had been lit. "You who called me the Gryffindor mute, you who parades around here like you own the place, and you, you…" she pointed her finger. "You who has the audacity to come to me and act like you care, when all you do is harass muggles."
"You want to know why I care!" shouted Draco, in defense.
"Why, Draco, please tell me 'cause I just can't live without knowing," she snapped.
"I care because you are the only person that can render me speechless; you give me answers that are so general and you have made me so curious its MAD!"
Liz was knocked speechless again. He mouth dropped, and she took a step back, she didn't know how to take this. It was absurd, unheard of for Draco to actually care about anything.
"So, can we start over again?" he asked, opening his arms.
"If it involves hugging you, I'm out," said Liz, uncertain of the situation. What was he trying to do, nice her to death?
A/N: And there's chapter 6. I hoped you liked reading it, I liked writing it. It's not the last chapter, there's going to be more. I know Draco is out of character, but hey who doesn't want to picture Draco with a nice side? Well besides those die hard by the book fans, but come on now its great admit it.