Chapter 7
Liz decided, why not? What's the worst that would happen, her mom was already dieing, and her heart was already torn apart so it wasn't going to be broken.
"Sure," she agreed, "but still no hugging."
Draco chuckled. "So what is bothering you?" he asked.
Liz looked up to him. "My mom," she said, "she's dieing…" she started to cry again.
"How?"
"It's a type of muggle disease, it's rare and the doctors can't do anything to save her," she sniffled.
"Muggles get sick?" He really didn't know they did.
"Yes, all the time, there's the common cold, flu…cancer," she whispered, pulling her sweater tighter and turning away. The word cancer to her was almost as bad as muttering the Killing Curse.
"Cancer?" he asked. "What is that?"
"It's the disease that my mom has. The one that can't be cured," muttered Liz, crossing her arms.
"Oh," said Draco, what else did he have to say?
"Yeah," said Liz, "Draco do you believe in a life after death?"
"I don't know, never really thought of it, but if I'd have to say, I'd probably say no. I think it's more like once you're dead, you're dead." He was right beside her now, hands in his pockets. Liz started walking toward the lake. "Where are you going?" he asked, eagerly.
"I'm willing to test that theory," she said, as she continued to speed walk to the lake.
"No, no you are not," said Draco, he couldn't let her do that.
"Try me," she said, picking up the pace to a jog. Draco hadn't chased her until that moment. Liz was getting there, her chest was heaving, was she really going to do this? She may have opened up to Draco but the thought of losing her mother made her this way, she was so confused, but she did know one thing, it hurt.
She made it to the lake; she stared at the still, dark water. Maybe not, she thought. She took a step back, and sat down. She had scared herself, big time. She heard Draco rounding the corner.
"There you are," he spat, before he took another breath.
"I can't do it," she said, somewhat disappointed.
"You can't, eh? Well that's good news for me, don't think I could make it swimming this time of year." He flopped himself on the ground, and laid there. Liz was still sitting, hugging her knees. She looked at him, her reptile eyes seemed to fill up with a strange life they hadn't had before.
"If I had jumped in, would you have saved my forsaken soul?" she asked.
"Most likely, yes," he said. "Wouldn't want to be convicted of a murder, you know." His eyes were closed, he looked relaxed.
"I think there's more reason behind it," she said, vaguely, waiting for his remark, it really was quite entertaining to see some of his reactions. He peered at her through a half opened eye, and a smile crawled over his face.
"Nah," he said, sarcastically. Of course he was lying, he would have saved her for the sole purpose of saving her, as cliché as it is he would have just so she would stay in his life.
For a moment Liz forgot about her mom and all other pains and she giggled, giving Draco a nudge with her elbow. She knew he had more reason than the one he gave her. "Shut up," she said, in an almost happy tone.
"Fine," said Draco, "I admit I would have saved you, just because I wanted too."
"I never asked for the truth," said Liz, "But thanks anyway." Even though she didn't really realize it yet, she was falling for Draco. She had been relieved when he said that, it made her feel more like a person and less like a robot. Now she knew that someone other than her mother and grandmother cared for her.
"You're welcome," he said, sincerely. He stood up, and took a deep breath of the semi-fresh air. It wasn't exactly fresh because it had that lake water smell to it, but it was alright. He looked down at Liz who was still in the fetal position. "Let's go back to the castle," he said, holding out his hand to help her up. She took it, and stood up, but she never let go and neither did he.
"Instead of going to the castle can we just go for a walk?" asked Liz.
"Yeah, I don't see why not," said Draco, smiling down at her. He wanted to pull her in closer, but didn't know if she would like it. He would rather hold her hand than not hold her at all. So he was content with just the hand for now.
"Draco," said Liz, "I have to ask you something…" His heart quickened. "And you have to give a true, serious answer," she continued.
"What?" asked Draco, hoping for the best.
"What ever made you interested in me. Especially because I'm a mudblood," she said, bluntly.
He didn't really know how to respond to that. He thought about it. "Well," he started, "I think the major thing was that every time I asked you a question you would either give me a very general answer or you'd blow me off with something totally different. It made me very curious and then I just wanted to be with you to answer them myself."
Liz laughed a little bit he was very accurate. She felt kind of guilty, but not a whole lot. At that moment she realized that Draco hadn't been the only one with a heart of stone.
A/N: Getting close to the end, but still have a little more to go. If you want me to add the next chapter I better be seeing some reviews, lol . Well you don't have to, but I would like it, and it may give me inspiration.