Origami
Draco woke the next morning from a dreamless sleep feeling as an understatement; stiff.
He moaned, every inch of him throbbed a dull pain and his head felt like it was filled with clay.
An owl's chirp woke him more and as he looked around the room he saw Ookamay pecking at the little silver bowl of water on his desk.
She looked at him in a curious way, her head at one side, then, suddenly as if she had decided it was Draco and he was fully awake she soared toward him and to an outsider appeared to be attacking him. But she was just pecking him all over in an affectionate way.
He laughed in a cracked voice, and then when she was done, reached for his glass and took a sip of water.
As he put the glass back on his side table he noticed two small rolls of parchment attached to her scaly leg.
Curiously he untied them, sitting up, and started to read, Ookamay perched on his shoulder.
They were from Crabbe and Golye. They read:
Fine, then this friendship is over, all we did was follow you around, we're old enough to look after ourselves thanks, and we have each other as friends, what about you? Have a nice life.
Vincent Crabbe.
Golye's said the same thing
Draco felt cold.
He had just lost his two best friends, they were right, who did he have now? Blaise had moved, Pansy and him and fallen out months ago because he said their relationship was platonic and nothing more.
He had never meant for them to just follow him around, he had just wanted them to be safe, in a way. He knew they used to be bullied and he didn't want that for them, he obviously had gone the wrong way about it.
He dropped the letters in his lap and put it head in his hands, how did everything become so messed up? He remembered life being so perfect, now he wished it would just end.
Though he felt the pain of the lump in his throat and the threat of tears he didn't cry, what would be the point?
He felt a strong beak peck his fingers and took his hands away. He looked at Ookamay.
She was beautiful, he remembered when he first saw her in diagon alley, she had stood out above all the others and he knew that was the owl for him.
Swift, loving, trustworthy, loyal, he could never live without her, he gently wrapped his arms around her, knowing that this was the only owl in the world that would allow it.
After a while she gave a little annoyed hoot, he pulled back apologizing.
Her black, beady eyes had a sleepy look in them, so she took off and landed on her built in perch just by his bed. She bent her head in an impossible position and tucked it against her feathered body, falling into a well deserved sleep.
He smiled then looked down at the two letters, he folded each of them into a crane then cupping his hands placed them inside them and blew, they flew out of his hand and around the room gracefully as he watched and then glided onto his desk.
He dropped his head onto the pillow and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would claim him.
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Narcissa sat at the grand kitchen table, sipping hot water with lemon, and read the daily prophet.
No new deatheater attacks, no, she thought, the main one was here attacking my son!
She sighed and rubbed her temples, taking another sip from her glass.
It's all over now, she thought. We have to forget, we have to be more careful around Lucius now as well.
She looked out side at the still winter scene through the glass double doors.
Yes, it was over now, Draco will recover and things will go back to as normal as they can be.
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I had to through in that origami bit! It's such a well known image from Prisoner of Azkaban.
Thanks Ladylilymalfoy and iceangel89!