The Serpent Princess (Draco Malfoy)

SIXTEEN- ALCOHOL CLEARS YOUR MIND

At first, I was somewhat happy about having to fix the vanishing cabinet,

It'll prolong it, we can put it off and out of our minds until a later date.

Don't get me wrong; I bought the cursed necklace with the intention of killing Dumbledore with it, but I kept that minor detail to myself. After all, it was more of a 'if all else fails' plan. I didn't think that fixing the cabinet would be that difficult, and I definitely didn't think that it would take this long. 

I didn't think that Draco and I would have sleepless nights in the room of requirement, I didn't think that I would become distant from all of my friends, I definitely didn't think that it would cause Draco and I to start bickering and I absolutely did not think that a fucking cabinet was capable of breaking me as a person- but it is beginning to. So, that's why we need to try an alternative method.  My relationship, my life is not worth this shit.

It's a very bloody cold Saturday morning, meaning that we thankfully do not have to withstand any lessons. It's safe to say that I have definitely been trying to make more of an effort to attend this past week. It's still difficult though. Despite our new plan, for the past week, Draco and I have been spending nearly every single night in the room of requirement; last night ended in me throwing his own bright green apple at his head: he had been snapping at me like I was a piece of shit on his shoe the whole evening and it got on my last nerve, so, I snatched the apple out of his hands and launched it at this forehead. Somehow, it ended in a gentle "I'm sorry for talking to you that way my love" and a sweet kiss on the forehead. It is strange to argue with Draco, as we have never been a couple to argue with each other, we just argue with everyone around us instead.

Due to us being sixth years, we have freedom to do pretty much whatever we want at the weekends, as long as it is of course appropriate. I'm guessing that jinxing an innocent student to deliver a poisonous necklace to the headmaster is probably not within the appropriate scale but you win some you lose some. 

"You'd think that they'd use magic to give us at least some heat in here, it's fucking freezing" Blaise complained, breathing on the palms of his hands and rubbing them together to try and restore some heat. I hummed in response, pulling the hood from my jumper over my head and tugging on the sleeves to warm my fingers.

"Dumbledore: greatest wizard of all time but can't turn on the shitting heating" Goyle chimed in, using over dramatic hand actions to emphasise his words. We all laughed in response, a few Gryffindor's shooting us disapproving looks from the table next to us.

"Bloody hell he looks like death" Pansy's eyes shot at the door, causing us all to turn around and look in the direction in which she was referring to. I was preparing myself for a first year Hufflepuff, or a Raven claw, or even Potter. Nope, wrong, wrong and wrong. I saw my boyfriend. He didn't look like death, he looked handsome as always but the gloomy bags under his eyes were hard not to pay attention to, as well as the amount of weight that he has lost. I spend every day with him, so I don't notice the difference- maybe it's because I look exactly the same. 

I know that she didn't mean anything by the comment, but it got my guard up a lot and I got very defensive very quickly. I shot a glare at her "Fuck off Parkinson, he's just woken up" the words came out faster than my mind could comprehend what I was actually saying. I knew that she would understand that I'm not myself at the moment, it's just the not being able to tell her why that's the problem. She's my best friend, the only person that has ever resembled a sibling figure in my life and the face that I have to withhold so much major information from her almost makes me feel like I'm stabbing her in the back. 

Her eyes widened and a chime of 'ooooos' chorused around us like a backing track to a really terrible song, thanks to the boys. I brought my hand up to my temple, rubbing it gently to soothe the headache that has clouded my brain for the past few weeks and spoke gently "Sorry Pans, got on the defensive there" I looked at her with regret in my eyes. Pansy is very much like me, it's not necessarily what you say, it's how you say it and deliver it. Tone of voice is everything. She smiled lightly and gave a nod of understanding mouthing the words 'talk later'.