Chapter 3- Suspicions

That night, though I told myself I would not care, I was still rather bothered by Malfoy's peculiar behavior. He just looked like…he was hiding something. Even when he snapped at me, he had this defensive look in his eyes, like I had just accused him of something. Of course, I wouldn't be surprised if Malfoy was hiding something.

After all, he was a Death Eater.

A Malfoy Death Eater would definitely have secrets. But not even that was bothering me as much as the fact that Malfoy actually seemed…rather scared.

He looked like he was nervous about something.

He looked so…vulnerable.

I never thought I would see that day when Malfoy looked vulnerable.

As I continued to lie on my bed, thinking about Malfoy, I suddenly realized how silly I was being.

I was assuming all these things when I had just observed him for a couple of seconds. You can't judge someone just by a look on his face.

Then again, it was not like he never judged you.

Yes, but I shouldn't be so concerned if he seems anxious about something. Why do I keep thinking about it when he should be dealing with his own problems and I shouldn't be worrying at all? For all I know, he could just be going through some personal issues, which in that case I really don't have to interfere.

You just don't want Malfoy to cause any more trouble, because you know there is a possibility that could happen. After all, the only other time he was like this was when he was about to assassinate the Headmaster. I think it's fair to be suspicious of his intended actions, even more so since you are Head Girl and he is Head Boy.

But Voldemort ordered him to assassinate Dumbledore. Now that Voldemort is gone, what more harm could he bring?

You never know with Malfoy.

I breathed in deeply, shaking my head as I questioned my mentality.

I was having an argument with myself.

Over Malfoy.

I sighed and just decided to forget about him. There was no use in thinking about 'what if's'.

Whatever was going on with Malfoy, I really shouldn't worry about.

But I'll still keep an eye on him. Something is definitely wrong, and if I find out anything serious, I'll definitely report it to Harry. But for now, it's better to just keep this to myself. I know how impulsive Harry could be. Besides, maybe I really am stressing myself over nothing. Maybe there really is no problem.

With that final thought, I blew out the candle on the small night-stand beside my bed and fell into a deep slumber.