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As I made my way down the seemingly boundless hallway the previous event of my night had started to creep up on me. And once they made their way into my head, I couldn't hold onto my sanity long enough to stop the tears.
As my feet slowed ever so slightly happy tears began to trickle out as I though of the new connection I had with my father. He once walked the hall I was walking, sat in the same classrooms, and at the same table. The fact that I was chosen to be a Gryffindor just like him made a smile spread out over my face.
But the things we love, the happy feelings that we never want to let go of, they never last for very long do they.
The smile was quickly washed away by a stream of sickeningly sad tears. I would never be able to tell him about the first time I used my wand, and of how funny it was. I would never get to talk with him about my new friends. I'd never get to ask him for help with anything ever again, even though at this point in time I needed his comforting words more then I ever had before.
We never recover from losing someone close to use, and we never can truly move on. We deal with it the only way a human can. We try to forget. But pain and sadness does not like to be forgotten.
My breath was uneven and by the time I had reached the door I had to take a second to calm myself. For a second I really didn't think that I could go through with it, that I had had enough for one day. But I wiped my eyes pulled myself from the ground that I didn't recall falling to, and made my way inside.
He didn't seem to notice my entrance, so I cleared my throat to inform him of my presence.
"You're late." he replied stoically while keeping his eyes to the incandescent fireplace. I was about to tell him to shove off with the 'You're late' bullshit cause it was only like 6:05, which is good timing considering how fucked up my mind was. But before I let the angry words find their was out of my mouth and into the already tense air I thought it through and figured that it would be best if I tried to hold off on the fighting for as long as I possibly could.
"Sorry, I got into a minor altercation." I apologized.
Once he hear the word altercation he suddenly decided to look at me. 'well that got his attention, maybe I should get into fight more often." I thought to myself.
"Well you obviously lost, you look like hell." he commented before casting his eyes back towards the flames.
I wiped under my eyes furiously, obviously the next question I needed to ask Dumbledore was if he could get me some water proof mascara.
"Actually I sort of won, if you could call it that." My mood was still a bit low but a smile made it's way through as the memory of a sopping wet Parvati.
"Well what happened exactly." I Suddenly had his attention again. He shifted his body so that instead of being as far away from me (and I mean like nearly falling off the couch far) as possible, he was actually within arms length. Although his sudden closeness sped my heart beat up a bit, my mind was just too cluttered to notice.
" Do you know Parvati Patil?" He nodded "Well she's been a major Douche bag from the get go." He looked at me puzzled.
"What's a douche bag?" the question alone was enough to laugh at, but combined with his puzzled expression and adorable accent it was enough to send me into a fit of hysterical laughter. "I don't understand." his confusion rose even higher.
"Nothing… it's nothing. It's a slang word for like a jerk or something. Basically it's the equivalent of somebody being a wanker." now it was his turn to laugh at how American my pronunciation of wanker was. "Anyway so she was being a twat so I used the aguamenti spell and told her to get lost." It was once again his turn to laugh.
"Now that is something I would pay to see over and over again." He chuckled "So what happened to you?"
I shot him a puzzled look.
"Well you said you won the fight, and yet you look like hell." he chuckled while resting his head on his elbow.
"Oh well, I was just thinking about some stuff." the sting of my past thoughts returned.
"And your thoughts caused you to look like this? What exactly were you thinking about?" he slowly became more intrigued.
"I'd rather not say." my tone became quieter as I tried to avoid the subject. But my response didn't seem to fly with him.
"Oh so you get to ask questions and force information from me but I can't do the same with you?" the annoyance was clear in his voice.
"I guess you might have a point." I mumbled mildly defeated, while a mini panic attack started to build up inside my chest. I couldn't find a word to say to him so I just sat there in silence, while his eyes kept their impassive hold on my frowning face.
"Well get on with it." he rudely insisted.
"Fine." I huffed, quickly becoming more upset with each passing moment. "Dumbledore told me something's tonight. He talk about my father and gave me new information about his death. It was really painful to listen to so I would like to stop thinking and talking about it." My words came out in a rush because frankly my thoughts on the subject had begun to make me sick to my stomach.
"Oh…" he breathed, momentarily at a loss for words. He obviously hadn't been expecting something so heavy. "If you don't mind me asking…" He began sympathetically "… how did he die?"
A scoff rang loudly from my mouth at his complete disregard for my wanting to drop the subject, I was so annoyed that I almost missed the change in his tone as he went from anger to sympathy, and how carefully he had constructed the sentence so that it wouldn't put me in anymore pain.
"Well I thought it was the car accident that did it, but tonight I was informed that it was no accident… he was murdered." tears sprung from my eyes without warning as my bitter words pierced the air.
"By who exactly." I knew he didn't mean any harm, he was just curious and wanted the whole story, but in my vulnerable state I took his probing as being rude and purposely hurtful.
"I don't know names, all I know is that they were death eaters and that they will burn for the vile things they've done." I rose from the couch and made my way to the window that overlooked the marvelous Black Lake. The sight went well with my mood. It was dark cold, and storm clouds were hovering overhead; a small sign of the horror that I felt was to come.
Silence filled the room. It was so quiet that I had thought Draco had left, getting his fill of crazy angsty Olivia for one night. But after a few comfortless moments had passed a sincere voice spoke softly over my shoulder.
"I didn't mean to hurt you. I just wanted to know what had happened to your father." he walked around me so that he could see my face before continuing his small speech. "It was dumb of me, I should have stopped when you told me too."
"It's alright." I spoke without looking away from the lake. "I know that for once your intentions were not to hurt me." I laughed lowly "It just hard to think about that's all." I finally looked up at him, and the impassioned look he had in his eyes was nearly too much for one girl to stand. "Can we change the subject?" I asked while taking a step towards him, then sitting myself on the window seal.
"Of course." He lowered him self onto the window seal and I returned my eyes to the heartbreaking view.
"So… why did you invite me here?" my voice was low and calm as my eyes drifted from the waters to the moon then to the two orbs of silver that were locked on me.
"I guess to try and apologize for mocking your mud- I mean your friend." he apologized for the second time that night.
"Wow two apologies in one night, I must be a very special girl." we both chuckled.
"Well I owe it to you.." he started off kindly. "…but don't think that I'm all of the sudden going to be all sunshine and roses with Granger or any other mudbloods" but finished like an asshole.
"Way to kill a moment Draco." I sighed then lifted myself from the chilly window and laid myself down in front of the fireplace to try and warm up (I was wearing a skirt after all)
"What do you mean a moment. Were we having a moment just now?" He asked baffled.
"Yes a very nice one at that." I sat up to see him towering over me.
"Merlin I'm bad at this friendship thing aren't I?" the fact that he was poking fun at himself only made me realize that we weren't having a just friends moment and that I was in deep shit.
I pulled my eyes from his face and quickly laid my back to the ground again.
"Why do you want to be friends with me anyway?" He laughed while laying beside me. 'oh good god he smells nice. I am so screwed, how could I have panty feelings for Draco? I mean he is good looking, and he makes me laugh… sometimes' "Are you alright? Did I already ruin another moment?" He joked.
"No, you're fine. So what do you want to talk about?" I asked hoping for anything to distract me from the thoughts that were floating around in my skull.
"Um… what's your favorite subject?" a deep breath flew from his lungs as he stretched his hands up behind his head.
"Lamest topic ever." I joked, trying to be as normal as I possibly could. "I'm really not sure yet, what about you? What subject do you fancy the most?" I tried my best at an English accent (and failed miserably)
"I don't have one." He coolly replied.
"Well do you have a favorite… teacher?" I said the first thing that came to my oh so cluttered and twisted mind.
"Now that is the lamest topic ever."
"Shut up." I punched his shoulder then looked back up at the plan ceiling, which made me miss the windows view.
"I don't have a favorite professor either. I'm not really bothered by school right now. I've got more important things to think about." those two grey eyes left the ceiling and I could feel them on me. But I knew that I wasn't the reason he wasn't paying much attention to school. The real reason was much darker. (but I played pretend for a few second, acting as if he was staring at me because I was his big distraction. It was a lovely thought, but one that I let go of seconds after it came to mind)
"Fair enough. Your turn to ask the questions now."
"Alright." He sat up, his face in his hands and pondered possible questions to ask me. He didn't look like he was coming up with much, and his facial expressions were hilarious, I had never seen him look so animated. "um… well… have you made any… friends since you've been here?" he finally managed to squeeze out a question.
"Nice question Draco." I said sarcastically before answering him. "well you already know I'm friends with Ron, Harry, and Hermione. Then there's Ginny, Seamus, Neville, Dean, and-" he cut me off.
"Let me rephrase the question. Have you any non Gryffindor friends?"
"Oh um…" I thought on it for a bit before realizing I kind of did make a friend outside of Gryffindor "Well I met this Ravenclaw girl, Luna Lovegood." laighter began to spill from his mouth "What's so funny Mr. Malfoy?" I raised my eyebrows at the chuckling fool that laid beside me.
"You're just a freak magnet aren't you?" he laughed.
"Excuse me?" I said a bit offended.
"Oh come on you've got Potter, Longbottom, Bookworm Granger, Weaslebe, Seamus the exploding fool, and now Looney Lovegood." he cackled once more.
"Your one to talk." I sat up defending my strange yet lovable pack of friends.
"What's that supposed to mean?" the laughter that once filled the room came to a very abrupt halt as he sat up to meet my words.
"Crabbe, and Goyel? If I'm a freak magnet then you must be an idiot magnet. Hell the only friend you have that I would think to be even the least bit bearable is Blaise and that's because he's got that sexy mysterious 'I never say a word' thing going on." I laughed.
"I won't argue with you on the idiot thing, but did you just refer to Zabini as sexy and mysterious?"
"Yes I did. Deal with it."
We both busted up laughing, falling back to the floor.
After a while the laughter died down and the atmosphere shifted.
"So that Finnegan… he seems to like you a lot." the jealousy in his voice was nearly undetectable, but luckily I'm good at catching things like that.
"Yes he's made that very clear, it's all in good fun though. A little shag there a little bang here." The look on his face was priceless.
"What?" he stuttered.
"Draco I'm kidding. I would never have sex with Finnegan, he's like the annoying little brother I never wanted."
"haha… yea little brother haha." he laughed dryly still shocked by the way I casually talk about having sex then not having sex with Seamus Finnegan. "So you're not interested in him? At all?" he questioned further, slowing gaining his ability to speak back.
"He's not really my type." I laughed "Besides I'm not planning on getting romantic with anyone at Hogwarts ." I giggled slightly. I was telling the truth, while at this point I had slight feelings for Draco I had no plans to act on them, I wouldn't be in that world forever after all.
"Why is that?"
I had to come up with something other then the truth (which was I would be leaving as soon as Dumbledore gave me the okay. So I went with something else, but somehow I still ended up telling a half truth.
"Well every relationship I've ever had had ended badly, so I'm taking a break from relationships for a while." the first part was the truth, my last relationship ended with the last guy practically stalking me, and when he finally backed off with the stalking thing every time we 'ran into each other' he would start balling his eyes out and scream 'Why? Why Olivia? WHY?' it was a nightmare.
"ah so you've had run ins with some crazy wizards have you." he laughed. I decided to be honest with him.
"Oh they weren't wizards." I spoke calmly.
"What?" a look of confusion crossed his face. "Werewolf?" I shook my head no. "Squib?" I once again shook my head no "Witch? He smiled evily.
"You pervert!" I smacked him hard in the gut knocking the wind out of him.
"I'll take that as no." he wheezed.
"Muggles you idiot."
"By Merlin." he sat up resting his head on his elbow so he could look down at me, and by Merlin he looked appalled. "Now that is disgusting."
"Shut up." I pouted.
"No no no wait, you actually were in a long term relationship with a muggle?" he asked slowly, as if maybe I was mistaken.
"Yes, and I have to say that I enjoyed all five of them." I joked, just trying to see if it would piss him off.
"That's appalling." was all he could manage to squeak out.
"Oh come on Draco, like you've never been attracted to anyone who wasn't a pure blood before?"
"Now it's one thing to simply use muggles for their looks, but to actually be in love with one, and stay in a relationship with them?" he shuddered.
"You're terrible do you know that, in fact you're such a… Actually no I'm not doing this again next subject." I had to stop myself from giving him another verbal beat down.
I could tell he was suppressing his laughter for my sake.
"You said Finnegan wasn't your type, so what exactly is your type?" his question surprised me.
A small smile began to form on my lips as I looked at his face. "Um, I don't know… I guess I'd say I go for the dark haired, painfully awkward, die hard Herbology nerds, who couldn't do a simple spell to save their life." I laughed at my description of one Neville Longbottom.
"So that's why you spend so much time with Longbottom, you don't want to be his friend you just want to get into his trousers. That's almost as bad as dating a muggle." he chuckled.
"Hey Neville's not so bad." I defended my friend.
"Sure sure sure, and I'm poor and ugly. Now come on what's your type?" he was being persistent. I rolled over and placed my head on my elbow just like he was positioned so we were face to face.
"I'm not sure but trust me it isn't Seamus or Neville." I unknowingly moved in a little closer.
"What about Pottyhead?" once again Draco ruined a perfectly kissable moment, so I punched him in the elbow causing his head to fall to the carpet with a small thud.
"Don't mock Harry, and no I can honestly say that I will never ever think of him in that way." When I actually said the words out loud I knew it was the truth, plus I had the sneaking suspicion that Ginny was into Harry.
"And the Weaslbe?" he rolled over into me to try and avoid my fist but he just ended up knocking me closer to the fireplace. He rolled over once more so that we were back to being face to face, but he didn't return us to our original spots. He stayed practically on top of me while I felt the warmth of the fire heating up my backside.
"No, the ginger prince and I are strictly friends, although he did tell Harry that he wanted to snogg me." I couldn't help but shake a bit with laughter, which causer my body to shake against Dracos. He didn't find It so funny but he seemed to be enjoying my slight movements. "Why are you so interested in who I fancy? Is Mr. Malfoy jealous?" I poked fun at him.
"No!" he back away from me a bit making me realize that the heat I was feeling wasn't from the fire (although the flames were starting to sting) it was from his closeness.
"Oh come on Draco you did say I was attractive." I felt the smirk light up my face.
"There's no denying that." he inched a bit closer, but not even close enough to what I wanted.
"Watch yourself Malfoy" I teased and he moved closer.
"I don't want to." he slowly crawled even closer and we were finally back to where I wanted to be; practically in each others arms.
"And I don't think I want you too." I admitted out loud. He slowly moved his face closer to mine.
"So much for being friends." he whispered, his lips so close to mine that I could feel them move when he spoke, and I knew exactly what his words had meant.
The kiss itself was rough, purely physical. But what Draco was doing with his hands told another story(calm down pervert I know that sounded wrong but I will explain). He wasn't tangling them in my hair and pulling at it like some horn dog, and he wasn't going straight for my ass like most guy do. He had his had gently resting at the back of my neck and every now and then he would gently stroke the bottom of my jaw with his thumbs. It was a bi-polar kiss from a bi-polar man who had turned me into a bi-polar girl.
Then things began to heat up, and I mean that in the literal sense. The back of my knee was really starting to sting and I didn't know why. In fact in really started to sting, in fact it didn't sting, it burned. Then I finally got it.
"I'm on fire." I screamed out in pain.
"Me too." Draco went to kiss my neck but I shoved him off.
"No you idiot! I'm literally ON FIRE!" we had rolled to close to the flames and the back of my skirt had caught fire. I quickly stood up not thinking about it and ripped off the fiery thing. I threw it to the ground quickly and began to stomp on in, in nothing but a sweater, shoes and underwear.
Once the small fire was out I leaned up against the arm of the couch and tried to get my breathing back to normal.
"This might be a new record. I've never gotten a girl to take of her skirt that quickly." Draco's breathing was heavy too but I think it was from the kiss seeing as he did nothing to put out the fire. His words reminded me of something. I was in my underwear.
"Ah shit!" I quickly dove behind the couch and Draco's laughter followed me. "Hand me my skirt!" I yelled from behind my fortress.
"You mean what's left of your skirt, which isn't much by the way, I think you'd be better covered by your knickers. Which were a surprising cut by the way never would have peg you as a boy shorts kind of girl."
"I will murder you Draco." he just laughed harder. "Well then don't you have anything that I could cover myself up with?" suddenly the room was dark as he tossed his jacket over the couch and it landed on my head. "Thank you… you twat." he heard the last part and couldn't contain his little chuckle.
I tied his jacket around my waste and covered up as best I could.
"Now lets just hope that no ones in the common room when I get back. But if anyone asks I'm telling them that you're a little freak and you jumped me took my skirt and ran." as ranted as I came out from behind the couch.
"So I take it no more kissing but the fire then." he smiled.
"actually, do you think we should be kissing at all?" I questioned.
"Why not? I mean I was enjoying it, and you were enjoying it so much that your downstairs caught fire."
Multiple slaps were fired at his arm and chest before he caught my hands and pulled me into him.
"Now what is your reasoning Miss. Stone?" he asked smoothly.
"I'm just unsure. This, whatever it is, it's new and a mystery to me. I mean I don't even know your favorite color."
"Green." He smiled childishly.
"Not the point Draco. Besides I'm not interested in starting a relationship remember." It was killing me that I had to stop the fun when it had only just begun (RYHME!) but I wasn't staying in his world, I was only supposed to be friends with him, and all of Gryffindor house would call me a worthless slag, also I knew Harry and Ron would flip their lids if they found out I was having a physical relationship with Malfoy.
"Peoples interest can change, besides don't think of it as a relationship Merlin no please don't." he practically begged "Just think of it as two friends helping each other out."
"This is not how friends help each other. Hermione helping me with potions homework is a friend helping a friend, you and me shagging is something completely different." I argued.
"Well I never said shagging but it's nice to know your thinking about it." he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"You know underneath that tough exterior that you put on all the time is a strange and very goofy young man." I pointed out causing him to smile.
"I know right, I haven't been able to act like this since I was eight." he giggled and I couldn't help but smile at the sight of him. "Can I take that smile as a yes and then take my coat back?" he reached for it and I slapped his hand away.
"No. You can take that smile as 'I'm not sure so I'm going to sleep on it' okay?" I didn't wait for him to answer before I wrapped my arms around his neck in a friendly hug. "It's good to see you act so happy Draco, I like you when you're like this." I whispered into his ear.
"I do too." His warm breath hit my ear and I seriously considered throwing caution to the wind and just going with his little plan type thing, but I knew that this would take some thought. So we said our goodbyes and parted ways. Him jacketless and me skirtless.
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