Ordinary.

Screw it.

     I really would much rather stay, but you know me. Never really fit in, nor stood out. Kind of just...existed.

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     My eyes opened instantaneously with a jolt. Where was I? Why do I seem to ask myself that question every time I wake up? Pull yourself together now Olivia. My breath showed through mist in the cold. Breathing heavily and looking around, I came to the realization that I was now alone. I pulled my legs close up to my chest, hugging them tight, almost as if I was to lose them. I could feel my spine shivering from how cold it was.

     How long was I asleep for? The sun barely slipped underneath the world giving the moon time to shine. The stars shone brightly through the blanket of darkness, a few cloud passing here or there. Dusk. I rubbed my dry hands together, attempting to get some kind of warmth. Nothing. I kept trying but my legs were hoisted shut from the snowy weather, not letting me get down from the platform. Icy droplets began to subtly fall from the leaves of the pine tree. The lights that were strung across them flickered a bit.

     As I lie back down on the cold wood, I heard shuffling down below. I got up and saw footsteps in the snow. I peeked a little further passed and saw the platinum blonde boy climbing the awfully hung steps.

     "Ollie, you're awake. Finally. I went to go get some food since I was hungry." He lifted a bag up that was steaming in the crisp breeze of winter. The breeze lightly tickled my skin and made my hair frizz.

     "It's cold." I whispered looking into the night.

     "Uh, yea. It's snowing you idiot." He rolled his eyes and started ruffling through the bag of goods.

     "How long was I out for? What happened?" I yawned and stretched my arms out, hearing a crack or two coming from my back. I do not recommend falling asleep on an old wooden platform. I think I need a chiropractor or something.

     " A good few hours I suppose. It started to get dark and so I left to get us something to eat." He stuffed his mouth with something that looked like mashed potatoes. "Bu- I yon't shink you got — a lot o shleep lash nigh," he tried blowing on the potatoes while it was already in his mouth, shaking his hands and making faces while trying to not burn himself. He finally swallowed the fire potatoes and I could tell it burned his throat. He started coughing and hacking. I sat back and watched him.

"Do u need help?" I asked while I started eating a couple of crackers. He held up his hand as a sign that he doesn't need my help. "Alright." I shrugged and dug into all of the warm goods in the bag with the background noise of Draco dying. He was so dramatic. His face started to grow slightly red from the panic, and his eyes started to water. He finally finished coughing and was now breathing heavily.

"You know, you could have just asked me to help you. But no, you're too stubborn isn't that right, Malfoy?" I rolled my eyes and my tone was steady.

"I'm fine. See?" He gestured towards himself, but his voice was raspy and a few coughs escaped his lungs after that.

It was quiet while we were eating and we talked a bit about school. We ended up getting into a small argument into which house was better, Slytherin or Gryffindor. Obviously it's Gryffindor, but I let it slide and had him win the argument since his ego is enormous. As we carried in with our meal, a question began to nag at me.

"Hey Malfoy, why are you being nice to me? Well, nicer than usual." I didn't look up, I just continued to look anywhere else but him.

I can tell he sat up straighter and actually thought about this. "Well, I suppose since our fathers are getting closer, we have to get along." He went back to his cold ways and we didn't talk for the rest of the meal.

We finished after about half an hour and he carelessly cleaned up the rubbish that was left scattered around. The awkward tension started to grow upon my shoulders, making my breath uneven. I wanted to say something but the words were all jumbled in my head and I couldn't think of anything.

The walk back was just as silent as the rest of the night. The only sound was doors opening and closing, or the creaking of the manor. I laid in the guest bed, staring wide-eyed at the slanted ceiling. I counted each breath that trickled out of my lungs, starting over once I forgot what number I was on. The night was longing for morning as I was there, alone and left with my thoughts. I couldn't possibly fall asleep leaving out last conversation like that. It didn't feel right. I slowly sat up for a bit and watched the room as the stillness was uneasy. I gathered every bit of courage I could find in each nook and cranny throughout my brain. Once I contemplated on whether to go to Draco's room, it was already nearing 3 in the morning. Screw it.