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Back To School

Chapter 6

A Day without Crying

"I just wanted to say… that… I wanted to say that I think I need your help… maybe… hell, I don't know what I'm talking about." She was whimpering and quickly let go to turn away.

I rolled my eyes, she wanted attention… that's the only reason she had stopped me from leaving. So, just because I had nothing else pressing to do at the moment, I took the bait. "What's wrong Parkinson?" I still used her last name, I may have been acting nice but using her first name was pushing it.

"I want Ron to like me!" she cried after a moment, I thought she was going to exploded from holding it in. Are you freaking kidding me? This had to be some sort of joke, I must have been being Punk'd right? I love that muggle show. Anyway, I wasn't being Punk'd, she wasn't even just messing with my head. She was serious, completely, ridiculously serious. I moved over to sit against the wall and Mikoo crawled into my lap.

"I feel so bad that he's in the infirmary wing right now that I've been going to see him even thought he's not awake, I guess it's because he's not awake, ya know?" she was speaking too hurriedly for her own good and finished the sentence with a gasp. I sat still and stared at her for a moment before answering. She was visiting my brother while he wasn't awake… that's kind of stalker-ish right?

"You like… my brother?" she nodded, her eyes wide.

"You visit him in the infirmary while he's not awake?" she nodded again.

"And you want me to hook you two up?" I concluded, of course that's what she wanted, otherwise she wouldn't have bothered with me. She paused for a moment then nodded slowly.

Are you kidding me!? She obviously wasn't, and so I held back my anger and my laughter. I could feel my eyes turning pink from the pressure of so much held in. I took a deep breath and thought for a moment. "I'm going to have to think about it. I can't just match my brother up with any chick that comes along, can I?" I was mostly stalling because I didn't want to do this right now. At that moment, I could care less if Ron got a girlfriend or not, plus… Pansy Parkinson. That's just nasty, who knows what kind of diseases you could get from her, ya know?

Pansy looked defeated, like I was telling her no instead of telling her to just give me some time, although to be truthful, I kind of was telling her no. She was such a high strung girl, she reminded me of how a Chihuahua acts. She nodded slowly, her black hair falling in her face and without another word shuffled out the door with her head hung low.

It was kind of sad. But only kind of, she really didn't need to get her hopes up so high, I mean I couldn't promise anything right? I stood up and looked over the edge of the tower; it certainly was a long way down. Mikoo hopped up onto the wall and looked down too, and then she looked at me as if to say "Bad idea." I smiled a sad smile, "I'm not going to, but it's always there isn't it, there's always a way out."

I turned around and thought for a moment, what was I going to do about Draco, he acted very out of character the day before and now I had taken on the task of convincing Ron that it would be a good idea to date Pansy? At least these things would keep my busy; being busy is the only way I know how to cope. I needed to go see Ron, maybe he had woken up.

As soon as I had stepped into the hospital wing I regretted it. There of course sitting around the bed was the other two-thirds of the Golden Trio and Lavender Brown. Lavender had fancied Ron ever since fourth year and now followed him around like a puppy. They all turned and looked at me when I stepped through the door. I can only imagine what they saw. A skinny girl with long stringy hair, dark circles under her eyes covered with dark eye-liner, and clothes that were too big for her, that's what they saw. I took a deep breath and put on my happy face before they decided to nose into my business. "How is he?" I asked as I sat down in the chair hair had stood up from.

"He still hasn't woken up yet, and the cuts aren't healing like they should. I'm very worried about him. I'm surprised you're taking it so well." Hermoine was talking without looking up from Ron's face. His eyes were still black and blue, there was a cut along his lip that had dried to a black color, and his chest rose and fell slowly with his breathing. It hurt to look at him, I wanted to cry and scream and shake him until he woke up. I wanted him to be okay and back to normal. I didn't care if he would ignore me, I just wanted this to go away.

"Why hasn't mum and dad come yet?" I asked no one in particular. "They were called weren't they?" It was peculiar for them to not be here, they wanted to come and visit when I went to get cold medicine.

"Well, actually, they aren't coming." Harry spoke timidly avoiding my eyes. "The nurse called them but they only asked if it was serious. She told them that he was beat up pretty badly but that he would be alright in a few weeks. They told her to call them if he got worse, but things were happening and they wouldn't be able to get here unless it was an emergency." I looked at each face, Hermoine was holding back tears, Lavender was silently crying, and then I looked at Harry, he looked worried but he had a look on his face that told me there was something up.

"Oh, I see." I said simply. I didn't want to drag this conversation out any longer. How could my parents do that to him? How could they be so insensitive? Didn't they care a little for their son? Didn't they want to see if I was holding up alright? I got up slowly and turned without a word. I felt like I floated out of the room and down the hall. I had no idea where I was going but I was leaving that place and those people behind. I thought I heard someone call after me, but no one chased me down. They didn't care enough.

I wasn't seeing anything, I wasn't even feeling anything. I couldn't cry, I felt too empty and exhausted. I needed to confide in someone, I needed someone to care, to help me. I slammed into something rather solid. I was thrown off balance but before my ass could hit the floor a hand reached out and grabbed my wrist. I looked up to see none other than Draco Malfoy.

His usual smirk was plastered on his face, "Oi, Weaslette, you should watch where you're going, you might mess up my robes." He looked me in the face and stopped. "Your eyes…" he trailed off.

I had forgotten somehow… Of course they would change because I couldn't handle what was going on. "What." I mumbled as I looked at the floor. I was too tired for this, too… empty.

"They're grey; I thought your eyes were green." He said, not letting go of my wrist.

"I dunno, whatever." I mumbled again trying to wriggle my hand free of his tightening grip.

"What's wrong with you?" His voice seemed to soften and it made me look up. His face had softened too and he looked rather concerned.

"Not here." My voice was barely a whisper.

A/N: Hope you liked that chapter, I know it was kind of fluff but I needed it to help move other events along. I don't know when I'll get the next chapter up, but PM me and it will definitely speed things along! Thanks for reading!!