Where The Beginning Of The End Begun
A/N: Mystique-World-Master - I do like to keep things interesting and I kind of just want to slowly build their relationship with each other. I'm glad you're enjoying it though :)
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Chapter 7-
My crying had turned into full-on sobbing about an hour ago. Aibhilin had walked in and went into a panic, asking me what had happened. After that I completely lost it.
So, I'm lying here now, Aibhilin cradling me in her arms as I try to control my breathing.
"Shh, love. It's okay. You're alright." She coos to me, softly stroking my hair. The truth was, I wasn't alright.
Since I had started Hogwarts I had been called a blood-traitor because I was sorted into Gryffindor and because I had befriended the people I had. I've never paid any attention to anyone who looked down on me because of my choice of friends. Those people are not worth my time. Not once have I ever regretted being friends with people like Hermione or Harry or Ron and I never will regret it. I choose to ignore the comments that are thrown at me, because I don't really care. It doesn't bother me.
So why am I crying?
Because…throughout my years at being at Hogwarts he had never once called me a blood-traitor. Sure, he was a bully and slightly mean to me sometimes but he had never said anything like that to me.
Draco calling me a filthy blood-traitor had struck something inside of me. I don't want him to think of me like that. I don't want him to think any less of me because I'm not prejudice against mudbloods or half-bloods or witches and wizards that don't come from wealthy families. What he thinks matters to me. And I hate myself for it.
Why do I even like him?
Stupid question. I know why I like him. I like him because he's everything that I'm not.
He doesn't play by the rules. He doesn't live to please everyone. He doesn't care if he's not nice to people. He doesn't give a shit about half the things I do. He's bad and I love it.
But what he does do… is he gives me this attention. Attention that I only want from him.
His attention.
I crave it so desperately. I want him to think the world of me. I need him to think the world of me.
Call it being selfish but I don't care.
One way or another I always get what I want.
And I want Draco Malfoy.
I rub my eyes, although it just adds to the burning from all of the tears. My breathing has calmed down considerably. I sit up and turn to face Aibhilin.
"Do you want to tell me what happened now?" She asks softly. "You missed all of your classes. I thought maybe you weren't well. I should've come to check on you sooner. I'm so sorry M."
"No, don't apologise. I'm just being dramatic, you know me." I tell her with a slight laugh. She gives me an incredulous look and I sigh.
"I saw all the badges and then I saw Draco and I just knew that it was him who made them and I got so angry. So I went up to him and shoved him, accused him of being a jealous prick and then he called me a…filthy blood-traitor." Her eyes widen. "So then I slapped him bloody hard."
Aibhilin's face changes into a smirk.
"That's my girl!" I narrow my eyes at her a bit and her smirk disappears. "I mean, he's definitely a jealous prick and I want to hex him after he said that to you but come on M, you slapped the bastard! I'm proud of you."
I roll my eyes at her in a good-humoured way.
"Oh, how I love you Ave." I throw my arms around her and she hugs me back even tighter.
"But," I stare into her icy blue eyes. "I was just thinking things over there and I've realised that I actually do care about what Draco thinks of me, as pathetic as that is. I just can't do this anymore. I need him to want me. I don't know if I subconsciously just need an ego-boost or whatever but I just have this need to make Draco want what he can't have."
"Okay… but M, you have this weird crazy look in your eyes." She makes a gesture to her own eyes. "Is that normal or…?"
I just laugh at her.
"I think it's pretty normal but anyway are you on board?" I ask her.
She bites her lip and I give her a pout.
"Fine. Anything to make Malfoy suffer." She says finally. I grin widely at her. "I'm starved but…you must be too. Poor soul. Let's go eat." Aibhilin grabs my arm and near drags me off of my bed and down to the Great Hall.
A few days have passed since I sobbed my heart out. And in those few days I haven't spoken to Draco at all. I have been purposefully ignoring him and shamelessly flirting with other lads whenever he's around. Bit of a bitchy move but it works like a charm. He gets so easily annoyed and jealous, it's bloody great.
Today is the first challenge for the Triwizard Tournament. I was told by Hermione that the champions all have to battle a dragon. Sounds pretty fucking epic.
I note that it's extremely foggy today as I head up the stands to stand with my house. Shame. It'll make it harder to see.
"Bets! Place your bets here!" I turn to see the Weasley twins with boxes, taking bets.
"Bets? Really?" Aibhilin asks as she appears beside me.
"Of course." Fred says as he walks away.
"They are clever. I'll give them that much." Aibhilin mumbles. "I think I'm going to go place a bet on Cedric…I'll be back." She walks off to catch up with Fred, leaving me by myself.
I turn my attention to Dumbledore who has now started his speech.
"Your attention please!" His voice booms over everyone else's.
"I heard that you're pissed at me." I hear Draco say from beside me. He-like Aibhilin-seemed to just appear out of nowhere. I let out a small scoff.
"I heard that you got turned into a ferret." I say without looking at him.
"I don't know what you're talking about." He tries to brush it off but it's painfully obvious from the edge in his voice that what I've heard is true.
"What is it that you want Malfoy?" I ask with a sigh.
"I want to talk to you."
"Well you picked a pretty crap time to do that. I'm here to watch the tournament. Which just so happens to be more interesting than listening to your pathetic excuses that you call apologies."
"Fine then. I'll watch Potter get burnt alive from elsewhere." Draco snaps in a nasty tone.
"Be prepared to be disappointed then. I'm quite confident that Harry will make it out just fine. Hell, I'm confident that he's going to pass this challenge with flying colours." I finally turn to look at Draco, who looks more than pissed.
"And after that, I'm sure the two of you will have a victory shag."
As soon as the venomous words tumble out of his mouth, my hand wraps around my wand and yanks it out of my pocket, getting ready to hex Draco.
Before I can though, two hands grab my arms and yank me back.
"Fuck right off Malfoy. Before I jinx you myself or I let Magenta go and she does it." Aibhilin growls out at him. Her deadly serious voice shocking even me.
Draco's smirk drops and he hurries off, shoving people out of the way as he does so.
"Let me go! I'm going to go curse the cheeky bastard!" I struggle against Aibhilin's grip but she's stronger than she looks.
"No, M, stop. Stop! If you do anything to him you'll get into so much bother and he just isn't worth it." She turns me round so that I am facing her. Still holding my shoulders she gives me a slightly sympathetic look.
"But it is worth it! He said-"
"I know what he said!" She barks out, interrupting me. "And he said it because he's jealous and wasn't that the plan the whole time? Make him jealous?" Her voice becomes quiet as she looks around. I look as well and realise that all the commotion has gained us quite a few spectators.
"Bugger off." I huff out at all of them. They instantly snap their heads back to whatever is happening in the tournament.
"Oi, Ave. What the bloody hell's going on?" A tall boy asks quietly as he makes his way over to us.
"Nothing Aedan. Shove off." Aibhilin brushes him off, turning back to me.
"That little bastard Malfoy wasn't giving you any trouble, was he?" His tone serious.
"No. He wasn't and it's none of your business anyway." Aibhilin says when she turns to him. He doesn't leave though; he just folds his arms and gives Aibhilin a look. She huffs and turns to me.
"Sorry M. But you know how much of a pain my brother can be." She rolls her eyes. I laugh and shake my head.
"Not at all. Aedan's just looking out for you like always. You're bloody lucky you have a brother." I tell her. I look at Aedan again. "Sorry I'm being rude. Hello Aedan, it's lovely to see you again."
"Oh stop with the formalities little Gen. There's no need for them." He winks, making me blush.
"You're vile. Now go away." Aibhilin pushes her older brother, although it doesn't make him move at all. He laughs though and finally walks away.
I smirk at the siblings. They always pretend to hate each other but in the end they would die for one another.
"You." Aibhilin points a finger at me. "You, just keep your focus on Malfoy. Not on my brother. That's just-" She pretends to be sick.
I'm not going to lie, Aedan is bloody gorgeous. With his short curly hair- a darker blonde than Aibhilin's- and his ice blue eyes. For the most part they don't look that similar but you can tell that they're brother and sister by their eyes because they're so striking.
Aedan is two years older than us but that never stopped him hanging around with Aibhilin and I during the summers that I stayed with them.
He's also on the Gryffindor Qudditch team. Although, I'm sure he got suspended from playing because he threw a bat at a Slytherin a while ago. Apart from his slight anger problems, Aedan's a pretty laid-back, easy-going guy. And like Cedric Diggory, he too has girls throwing themselves at him. One of those girls being Adelaide. Or, at least she used to be one of them.
"Don't worry, I'm not after your brother." I tell her with a smirk.
Aibhilin glares at me but turns around anyway.
"Now for our fourth and final champion." I hear Dumbledore say.
Fourth and final? Have I really missed the other three…battling fucking dragons? Bloody hell, I need to pay more attention.
I watch as Harry walks into the rock covered ring.
"Go Harry!" Aibhilin and I shout at the same time, along with some other people that are round about us.
We all go silent and watch a very nervous looking Harry make his way to the golden egg.
Before he gets very far, a massive dragon's tail almost crushes him.
I jump a bit and grab onto Aibhilin's arm as she grabs on to mine even tighter.
"What in Merlin's name is that thing?" Aibhilin gasps out. I shake my head, keeping my eyes on Harry.
"It's a Hungarian Horntail." Ron tells us. "Nasty pieces of work, they are."
"Oh." I breathe out. Oh fuck. Harry's probably going to die now.
The dragon breathes out fire as Harry dodges it.
After attempting to run from it and taking shelter behind a rock, Hermione finally decides to remind Harry of his wand.
Harry nods.
"Accio Firebolt!" He shouts out.
"Of thank gods. He does possess common sense. He may make it out!" I tell Aibhilin.
I see Harry's broom flying towards him and just as the dragon looks as if it's going to fry him alive, Harry jumps on the broom and flies out of the way, earning cheers from me and everyone else.
My hands fly to my mouth as I watch in horror at the dragon breaking its chain and flying right after Harry.
Harry flies out of the ring entirely and the dragon swoops through where all the teachers are sitting, earning a round of applause and cheers from other students such as Fred and George.
"Well done dragon!" They shout whilst clapping.
"I can't see them anymore Gen, can you?" Aibhilin asks me, craning her neck to try and look for Harry and the dragon.
I shake my head.
"I'm sure he'll be fine. He'll definitely be fine." Hermione says, sounding like she's trying to reassure herself more than anyone.
A massive silence falls over us all as we hear Harry's scream and the sound of the dragon fade away.
I look around for them again, not being able to make out anything with all the fog in the air.
In the distance, I make out Harry flying back on his broom.
I jump out of my seat along with Hermione.
"Yes!" We shout and cheer for Harry, clapping frantically.
"You coming Gin?" I call out to Ginny as I walk back to the Gryffindor Common Room.
She doesn't reply so I walk over to her, curious as to why she's out here alone. I mean, I was only here because I got dragged away from everyone else to talk to Adelaide.
I put my arm around her shoulders, looking out the window with her.
"What's troubling you?" I ask her softly.
"Nothing really. Just wanted to be away for a while." She says in a distant voice.
"Oh well I can go if you want?" I tell her, removing my arm.
Ginny finally turns to me and shakes her head.
"No, no. I'd prefer it if you stayed. I don't want to have to walk in there alone." She laughs a bit.
I offer her a small smile and look back out the window.
"This wouldn't happen to be about Harry would it…?" I ask her slowly. I've known for a while about Ginny liking Harry. I was touched when she confided in me with her secret.
"It's just, I don't know. I feel like he's just going to be getting so much more attention now and the girls will just be lining up I'm sure." She sighs. I give her a sympathetic look.
"Ginny, boys are just boys and there is no point in wasting your time-" I stop as I see Draco outside…with Shauna. "On them." I finish.
Shauna giggles as Draco whispers to her. She runs her hands all over him and I can't do anything but watch.
He looks straight up at the window. Straight at me. And smirks before kissing her.
I squeeze my wand, willing myself not to use it as I feel an immense emotional pain wash over me.
"Come on Ginny." I say with cold voice as I get up. She looks at Draco and Shauna, who are still kissing, and then looks back to me, the sympathy showing in her eyes.
I shake my head, not wanting to accept what I've just seen and quickly walk back to the common room with Ginny following behind me.
I walk in and instantly stop my heavy breathing as I watch Harry get lifted into the air.
I'm greeted by a smiling Aibhilin before she actually looks at me and her smile drops. I try to mask my hurt face with a smile but Aibhilin gives me a look that says she knows there's something wrong. She always knows when something's wrong, not just with me but with anyone, it's sort of like a sixth sense really.
I ignore her look and instead turn my attention to all of the other cheering Gryffindors.
"Go on Harry, what's the clue?" Seamus asks as he chucks the egg to Harry.
"Who wants me to open it?" Harry asks. Everyone cheers and I give a small smile, not really that interested. I'm too focused on the pain that's eating at me from seeing Draco and Shauna.
That was a new low. He knows I hate her. I had told him all about it when he was helping me with potions one night.
Draco is a strangely good listener. He let me moan about how horrible Shauna and Belinda are and how much I despise them. And he even agreed with me for the most part about what bitches they are.
"Want me to open it?" Harry asks louder this time. More cheers.
He opens the egg and a horrible shrieking noise comes out of it. I instantly cover my ears and duck down, trying to get away from the sound.
Harry closes the egg quickly and I stand back up.
"The bloody hell was that?" Ron asks from behind me. I turn to face him and so does Aibhilin.
An awkward silence occurs as Harry and Ron look at each other.
"Alright everyone, go back to your knitting." George says.
"This is going to be uncomfortable enough without all you nosey sods listening in." Fred adds on.
Aibhilin grabs my arm and yanks me up to our dormitory and I don't protest.
She sits me down on her bed and then sits down with me, pulling my head onto her lap.
"Out with it." She says and I know not to argue.
"I was sitting with Ginny, looking out the window and Draco turned up out of the blue outside of it, as if he just knew that I was there." I huff.
"What's so wrong with that?" She asks.
"There would be nothing wrong if he wasn't with Shauna Simons." Aibhilin stops stroking my hair for a moment.
"No way. Not her…"
"Yes. Her. Very much…her. The evil little slag that she is. He looked right at me Ave and then snogged her. It was vile." I tell her with in a small voice. "And it shouldn't even bother me that much. We aren't together. He isn't mine. Oh, if I even thought that he was, I'd be just like Parkinson. It's just…he knows how much I hate her-"
"That's why he did it." She cuts me off.
"What?"
"Of for Merlin's sake Magenta. You're supposed to be smart darling." She sighs. "Of course he knew you were going to be there because despite what I think of him, he is extremely good at finding things out. He wanted you to feel the rejection that he's been feeling. He wanted to get back at you because he thinks you're more interested in Harry, who in case you have forgotten he hates, than him. It could have been anyone, maybe Pansy. But he chose Shauna because he knows you hate her. Possibly more than you hate Parkinson. You don't actually think he likes her do you? He's hurt and he's acting on that hurt."
I let Aibhilin's words sink in before considering what she said. Did he really only do that because I hurt him? Or did he do it because he is a complete and utter prick that doesn't give a damn about how I feel?
I feel like the second option is more likely but then again… Aibhilin's never really wrong.
"You know what. You're right." As I accept this, I finally feel that ego boost kicking in.
"Of course I'm right. I'm always right."
"So does this mean that you're psychic now?" I ask as I walk into the Great Hall.
"I don't have a clue. She just started going on and on about how there was something within me that has something to do with the great beyond. I don't really fucking know." Aibhilin tries to explain what Professor Trelawney had told her.
"You and I need to talk." Draco says as he grabs my arm from behind. I turn round to face him, wondering when he got here.
"I-" I begin but I'm cut off by Adelaide.
"Move." She says as she shoves Draco out of the way carelessly. I look at Aibhilin with wide eyes before turning back to Adelaide.
When Draco has composed himself he stands up straighter and squares up to Adelaide.
"What the bloody hell do you think you-" Adelaide silences him with a glare.
She turns back to me and smiles as if nothing has happened as she produces a large box with a gold ribbon wrapped around it from behind her back.
"Mum sent this for you. I've peaked and it's stunning like all of her dresses are!" She says with excitement in her voice.
I take the box from her carefully. Adelaide's mum, Rosalie, likes to dabble in the art of dress designing. We all tell her constantly to make it her profession because the dresses she makes are so amazing, but she never does. Whenever I have an event to go to she always designs my dress and it is always more beautiful than the one before it.
"That was lovely of her, I'll owl her soon to thank her but…why do I need a dress anyway?" I ask.
"Beats me but I got one as well." Adelaide tells me. "Anyway, enjoy and you-" She points a finger at Draco who I hadn't realised was still standing there. "If you ever disrespect me again I'll be sure to make you regret it." Draco's eyes widen and Adelaide just flashes a perfect smile before strutting off.
"Blakewood-" Draco begins.
"Draco!" A whiny voice calls out. I look to see Shauna waving him over.
"I think your whore wants you." I say before turning around and walking away with Aibhilin.
When we approach the Gryffindor table I see Ron looking in horror at the dress robes he's holding up.
"Oh my…they're lovely." I mumble under my breath. Ron ignores my comment and looks at the dress robes again.
"Dress robes for what?" Ron asks shakily.