Draco opened his eyes and I quickly averted my attention to some random guy picking grass out of the ground and throwing it at some girl with long blonde hair that was staring at the sky, unfazed by his shenanigans. Draco stood up.

"I'm leaving," he announced, as if I cared what he did. After there was no response from me he rolled his eyes, fiddled with his watch a little bit as the sun was making a glare on it, probably directing it towards his eyes. I watched him slink into the corridor, disappearing among the rest of the people.

I sat there, contemplating my conversations from that day, for probably about two hours. It was starting to get dark outside and I could feel myself begin to get hungry. FUCK. I don't know where the, what was it called, The Great Hall, was. And I was sure it was approaching dinner time. There were hardly any people left outside as everyone had sunk into the castle when the light started escaping from the sky to be replaced with the somber moon and the twinkling lights of stars. It was noticeably cooler out too, and a breeze had been consistently catching hold. It smelled of grass and mystery in the air. I sighed and heaved myself up off of the ground. I guess it was time for me to follow people who were probably just as hungry as I was to dinner.

The Great Hall was enormous with four long tables at which the House flags were draping behind. At the far left was the Slytherin Table with the Serpent that represented the house sneering down on its students. Gryffindor was next to it with a gigantic lion roaring in triumph hanging behind it. And respectively next was the Ravenclaw table with its giant Raven cawing in confidence and the Hufflepuff table with its badger playfully represented behind it. It was interesting to me to see these animals so skillfully, and accurately, depicting the overall personalities of the people that they governed. And at the head of Hall, perpendicularly situated in front of the rest of the tables was situated the staff. Professor Dumbledore was at the head of the table sitting in what looked like a throne. Immediately right to him was a stern looking woman with a bun high on her head and small glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose. To his left was a ma with longer, greasy looking black hair and a crooked looking nose who was staring right at me. I immediately got chills. It was as if he was peering directly into my soul. Wait. I knew who this was. I had seen him in one of the pictures my mother had with Lily. He didn't look pleasant there either and had hardly changed. His hair was significant shorter, but just as greasy. My mother had introduced him to me as someone she used to call, "Sev." So this was Professor Snape, the head of my house. No wonder Professor Dumbledore said I might find an acquaintance in him. He was one of my mother's best friends, someone she did not tell she was leaving when she suddenly departed from this side of the world. He knew who I was. I could feel it in his burning gaze. Plus, how could he not, I looked almost identical to my mother when she was my age.

"Hey, Sarah," someone called out. I looked to where it came from, and it was the Gryffindor table. Fred has spotted me and he was motioning me to come sit with them. I went over to him and he slid over and patted to the spot next to him. George laughed and I could feel the stares of the rest of the people sitting at the table. I sat down. "Everyone," Fred announced, "This is the lovely Sarah, faring all the was from the United States to join us in our merry fortitude of studies." I felt myself get hot with embarrassment. The attention from other people's eyes was unwelcome. I suddenly felt more out of place than I had since I had gotten there. I could see Draco staring at me, seemingly pissed that I had sat down with them, Little did he know that I could care less.

"I'm Harry," said the black-haired boy across from me. Oh there it was. The scar I had heard people talk about.

"Hey," I said.

"And I'm Ron," said the boy sitting next to him, sounding a little dim-witted.

"And I'm Hermione," said the brown-haired girl. I didn't like her very much already, either. She had the same sense of arrogance as Pansy and another air of know-it-all-ness that I fucking hated in people. I just nodded my head. They started talking back and forth between themselves about things like classes, what they wanted to eat, and things that really did not interest me at all. I looked back up at Professor Snape and his age was still fixed on me in the same way it was when I walked it. It was strange to me.

I found myself staring awkwardly around at everyone, not sure what to say. There was so much commotion and noise all around me that it was almost an anxiety attack waiting to happen. So I just picked at my food. I suddenly wasn't hungry anymore. I just wanted to go back to doing other shit, but I didn't want to be rude either. I looked at Harry. I just sat there wondering what it was like to not have either of his parents in his life. Or how dreadful it must be to always be reminded about them everywhere he went. I was so consumed in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed that so many people had left already. I caught a glimpse of Pansy and Draco staring at me, talking and Pansy leaned into him and said something and laughed. Draco just looked t her with disgust. Why do I have to live with such idiots? I was so irritated by this small, petty interaction that I had to leave.

"I'm sorry Fred," I started to say, "But I must excuse myself. I have to go do something." I was obviously full of shit and didn't have a good excuse.

"You're fine, pretty eyes," he started to say, "I hope you have a good night. I hope I catch you around tomorrow. Maybe we could hang out, just you and I, for a little while." I just smiled at him. I started to get up and felt Draco's eyes watching me. He seriously had a problem. I just needed to get away. I got up and left, finally feeling myself able to breathe again out in the corridor.

I didn't give a shit where I ended up, I just needed to get away. I stayed away from the forest line, the one that Professor Dumbledore warned me was full of creatures that invited unwelcome interactions with strangers, and headed towards the lake. The moon was up and it was so beautiful over the water which I was sure was full of other awful things. I sat down and just stared at the murky depths. I found myself missing home. A lot. I missed my old friends, my old school, even missed my crazy mother. I felt so alone here.

"You shouldn't be out here alone." JESUS CHRIST. Will this kid ever let up?

"Oh my god, Draco," I said, now angry, "What the fuck is your deal? Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone? I literally have no fucking interest in being bothered by you. Like ever. I didn't come out here to fucking sit here and chit chat with you. Seriously. Jesus." He didn't leave and I knew that he wasn't going to. I didn't fucking understand what his issue was.

He sighed and sat down next to me. I had my arms around my knees and I was glowering. I was surprised he didn't catch on fire from the amount of heat my body was emanating from how angry I was. Again, he was uncomfortably close to me.

Wait. What in the actual fuck?

Draco put his head on my shoulder. His eyes were closed and he simply said, "Just let me be here with you." It was a sentence filled with both exhaustion and longing.