Yayy! Chapter 2 .
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Thoughts
'Writing'
The first year was fine...I guess...we kept in touch, I saw his great horned, Scorpius as much as he saw my eagle, Rose. For the first month or so, we kept our promises and wrote long letters about how much we missed each other, described our teachers, my troubles understanding French and correcting my English teacher more than once. Draco told me about his new friends, how Slytherin was, his "followers", Crabbe and Goyle; and the famous Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived. I had only made one friend so far, Gabrielle Delacour and her older sister, Fleur, who helped me improve my French a lot. Draco laughed and said I was shy, that I would make tons of friends fast enough, he knew I would.
But what did he know? How could he know how I felt? How it felt to be in a school where they spoke a language you didn't understand? They taught in that language, except for on hour each day, the one hour where I could truly shine, unlike Draco. He had friends, teachers he understood and liked...he was smart, we both were...or I would've been, if I knew what I was supposed to be doing. He's in a place where he belongs. I don't belong here, I know I never will, why can't my parents understand that? I miss him so much...how long am I going to keep hurting like this?
'Two months, Draco. Two months here, I'm still barely passing and only Gabrielle and Fleur talk to me. I don't get it...why do they all avoid me? It can't be because I'm British can it? Whenever I walk through those hallways without Gabrielle or Fleur, I can just feel them staring at me. But whenever I look back at them, they turn away and start talking really quickly in French...way to quickly for me to ever pick up. I miss you so much.' Signing my name, I sealed the letter, and just like every other time, kissed it for luck before giving it to Rose. His letters have gotten shorter and he's always talking about that Harry Potter...why does he have to complain and make stuff up like that? It's obvious a first year couldn't release a troll into the school and almost get everyone killed...he signed his letter with Draco last time too... just Draco, nothing else. What's happening?
December first...two weeks before we were allowed to go home for two weeks, Christmas vacation. That's when I would finally get to see Draco again, we could finally be together again, maybe it was only 2 weeks, but that was better than none. I was so happy then, I was cheerful, I even tried to join in class discussions in French. But then, why did I feel so nervous? As the day my parents would apparate to Beauxbaton's front door and take me home approached, I was getting more and more excited, but also scared. Will everything be just like it used to be? He barely ever replies my owl now, and his letters are meaningless anyways... sure, I still love him with all my heart, but how does he feel about me?
"Don't worry, love, things will get better soon; now stop thinking about school, you're about to go home. Draco's train arrives in London tomorrow; you'll be going with the Malfoy's, right? My parents smiled, oblivious to everything that's happened since school started.
"Of course I'll go...are we side-along apparating for are we going to take the train as well?" I smiled a smile only my parents wouldn't be able to tell was completely fake.
Gabrielle and Fleur, having spotted me, rushed over since their parents haven't arrived yet. "Are you all right?" Gabrielle whispered quietly in French, since she knew I would finally be able to understand.
I watched Fleur talk with my parents, still amazed at how well she could speak English. "I'm fine, thanks for asking. It seems like only my parents can't notice that I'm nervous about going home." Replying in broken French, I gave up and finished in English, "they think the relation between Draco and I is still the same...you two know all about him, you know how I feel..." I trailed off; some things were better left unspoken.
"Well...if you want to talk, send an owl, and we could always come back early." She smiled, which was comforting. We turned back and started walking towards my parents, who had met Mr and Mrs Delacour and were having what seemed to be a very interesting conversation on the difference between Veela and regular humans.
"No, no, Veela are thee same, ve are just preettier most of thee time and some of us can fly a beet, but that is the only difference." Mrs Delacour smiled, "see? My mother is a Veela, you do not see a difference in me, and my dear daughters, Fleur and Gabrielle."
Fleur blushed, "Maman, I think we 'av talked long eenough, the trip back to Breetian is a long one."
"Oh! You're right, we should leave you now, have a nice holiday!" turning to me, she kissed me on the cheeks and said, "you are a veery lovely girl, Fleur and Gabrielle didn't lie in theer leetters. Well, we will see you in two weeks." Kissing my cheek again, she walked away with the two sisters behind, to where their father was waiting for them, and disapparated with a pop.
Turning back to my parents, I took a deep breath, "Well, mom, dad, let's go home."
Well? How is it? Now... REVIEW: tell me how I should do the rest of this story, I want to make it longer than a twoshot now so I added bits that weren't there before, but now I need ideas for the next chapter. And if I spelt something wrong, TELL ME! How else am I supposed to fix it? Jeez.
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