WITHOUT YOU [draco malfoy fanfiction]

10. victory

DRACO:

Today's the first match of the season, 'Ravenclaw vs Gryffindor'. I'll get to see if Pierce is actually that good or was it just luck. Flint has been going crazy about how good she is, I have been told to observe her skills in this match by him like a 100 times already. Not like I wouldn't have gone if he didn't tell me to, because I'm curious to see the girl who challenged me so easily. A soft knock on my window disrupts my thoughts. Snow has come back with a letter. I let him have a treat and pet him for a while before he flies back to the owlery. The envelope is a dark olive-green shade and no one is addressed on it, yet I know it's from my mother. She is the only one that writes to me when I'm at Hogwarts. I open the letter to remain correct, I see my mother's beautiful cursive on the letter inside.

"Dear Draco,

I hope you're doing well. I hope school has been wonderful so far. I know quidditch is going to start soon and I also know that you will give your best like always. My dear boy, I miss you already and can't wait to see you, but sadly I do not bear good news. I don't think you should be coming back for Christmas break this year considering everything that's happening. I know it's too soon to be telling you about Christmas break already, but it's only because I think it won't be safe to write to you anymore. If I could, I would change all of this. I'm really sorry Draco, I really am. Wishing you only the best. We love you so much.

With love,

Mum"

Just as I finished reading the letter, I ran to the bathroom. I was crying before I even knew it. At first, I tried to keep it low but later I didn't care whoever the fuck heard me. I kept screaming "why me?" and cussing loudly till my throat hurt. Then I sat down on the cold floor, hugged my knees and started whimpering. I have no one whatsoever. My family has basically abandoned me, I cannot cry to any friend of mine because I have maintained that cold and distant image in front of them always, I have no one to comfort me. I start breaking down again. I can't take it anymore, but I'm not someone who will hole up the entire day. I get up and take an ice-cold shower, giving myself a few more minutes to be normal. Then I get in front of the mirror and look at myself with a cold, unbothered expression like nothing happened. I build the wall around me once again and walk to the outside world.

IRENE:

I have hardly slept at night. This is my first time officially playing a Quidditch match for fucks sake. Nora stayed up with me all night. She said she didn't want to sleep because I was awake. She asked me what my parents did for a living and I was blank for a moment. Which parents do I talk about? The ones that died before I could even remember their face or the ones that loved me as their own but had no memory of me now? So, I lied. I told her both my parents worked in the ministry in France.

"Oh so that's why you were in Beauxbatons before? Why'd you transfer then?"

Me and Dumbledore knew this question would come. So I answered whit what we had decided to be the cover story.

"I came to school last year during the Triwizard Tournament. I really liked it here. Also, here we have boys" I smirked adding the last part.

Nora returned my grin and went on to say:

"My mum works at the ministry here and my dad is the editor of the 'Daily Prophet'."

"That's honestly so cool Nora"

"Thanks I guess. That doesn't really make me very happy. Both of them have laid down a path for me to follow. The studious, innocent girl can't do anything she wants" Nora let out a sigh. I bring her into a hug.