Forbidden, Draco Malfoy

1.

Harry and I got in the hogwarts express after Sirius brought us at the King's cross station, and started to look for a compartment where we had to join Harry's friends: Ron and Hermione.

I don't even know why my only friends are from Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and had no friends from my own house. I never got why I got sorted into Slytherin. I may be ambitious and cunning but I can't stand with the people of my house.
That was another thing that detached me from my family, they were all Gryffindor except me. But there was a reason if i was sorted into Slytherin that I ignored then.

As we found the compartment I started to play with my black cat Spooky while the trio discussed the fact that Draco was or not a death eater since that meeting at Borgin and Burkes. I honestly didn't care about it since I thought that giving attention to a mean and disrespectful person such as Malfoy was useless.

When we arrived at hogwarts we had the feast and, as usual, i sat alone at the Slytherin table, watching from there the trio, Fred and George laughing and having fun. I hated it. I hated the fact to be alone with myself. It brought me to think about some things and made me uncomfortable.

When I was in those situations I liked to focus on everything about my thoughts, like the noise or the silence, the scratching sound of the burning fire, or all the tiny little drops of rain falling.

After the feast I went up to my dorm and tried to sleep but despite the fact that i was exhausted, i couldn't.

I often had trouble sleeping because just before falling into the dreaming world, horrible memories came up to my mind. When I say the Puceys were terrible, they really were.

I took a book and i got downstairs at the common room.

The common room was relaxing when there was no one: the greenish light caused by the underwater reflects, mermaids and lake creatures passing sometimes in front of me when the only thing that separated us was a window.

But now I wasn't alone.

Draco Malfoy was sitting on a chair staring intensely at the fire. Couldn't it have been someone else?
I hated Draco Malfoy with all my heart. He bullied my brother since he got at Hogwarts and was one of Adrian's best friends. Yes, Adrian Pucey, the person I thought was my brother, one of the persons that caused me all that pain.

"What are you doing here Malfoy? It's literally 3am." I said with a sleepy voice.

"I could ask you the same thing Potter. Now leave me alone." he spat.

I ignored his provocation and rolled my eyes, then laid on the couch and started to read my book. After almost 15 minutes, I started feeling a stare on me. This was making me furious. I hate when people stare at me, it makes me feel uncomfortable, mostly when it's the person who bullies my brother.

"Will you stop watching at me?" I spat.

Following that comment, he left snorting. Almost like he couldn't bear hearing my voice.

After 1 hour of reading I went upstairs and had some sleep.