WITHOUT YOU [draco malfoy fanfiction]

12. hex

DRACO:

I believe her. Initially, I did not but there was absolute sincerity in her eyes. Besides, I don't think she would come and tell me that I was going to be hexed if she was the one doing it, it would be easier the other way. But what can I do? It is the first game of the season for Slytherin, if I don't play this one there is hardly any chance that I will be playing the rest. I don't know if it is the Slytherin spirit within me that stops at nothing to fulfil what they want, but I decide to take my chances. I will be playing the game tomorrow. I would be up in the air and moving that would make it difficult for them to hex me. I try to satisfy myself with this explanation and go to bed.

IRENE:

"So Miss Irene you wanted to learn a protection spell strong enough to last for an hour?"

"Yes sir"

"May I know why?

"I figured, protection spell might be the most useful for defence"

"You are absolutely right Miss Pierce, but there is a reason you have not been taught those spells yet. They are incredibly complex and difficult to learn. One must have sheer determination to be able to learn those and you wish to master the spell tonight itself"

"That's quite right sir"

"Now Miss Pierce, I will not ask you why you need to perfect a protection spell by tomorrow yet I'm willing to teach you, the only reason being Hogwarts is a school of magic, I simply cannot control where magic takes place. I'm aware that if I refuse to teach you any such spell you will find out a way to do so and that might not even be the correct one. So you might as well learn the correct spell in my supervision"

"Thank you so much Professor". I was certain of the fact that even if Draco believed me, his stubborn Slytherin ass would never abandon a match. I really didn't want to care, yet I did. I could not bear the thought of him getting hurt, my entire head was blank except the terrible visions of what might happen to him. I could not take it anymore, so I came to the only source I could in such a situation. Most people would call me demented for coming to the headmaster for such a thing and maybe I actually was demented, but I could not think of anyone else that I could go to. So, here I was in the Headmaster's office making a silly excuse which he didn't believe for a second, ready to learn an extremely difficult spell to block a hex only for Draco. Was I actually going crazy? I wondered if I would have gone to such lengths if there was someone else in his place and I don't feel like answering that question to myself.

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"So you spoke to Dumbledore?" I had told Nora about going to Dumbledore but I might have given her a different reason.

"Yes I did. He feels like I will have to take some extra classes"

"oh come on you're already on top in our house. What more does he want you to learn"

"I don't know. Dumbledore's orders" I shrug my shoulders.

She knows she cannot argue with that excuse. I feel pangs of guilt for lying to her, but I really don't think I'm ready to explain the complexities of my life to her just yet. I myself do not know anything about me, my parents or my life, I don't think I will be able to answer her questions which I know will be coming. I will inform her about everything in detail, now is just not the time. So, I lie to her hoping that she would forgive me later when the truth is revealed.

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I stand outside the Slytherin common room, my heart racing faster then ever. I cannot hear the loud commotion around me, for the sound of blood pumping through my ears beats every other noise. What if it doesn't work? What if I make matters even worse and something goes wrong because of me? if the latter happens, I don't know how I will be able to live with myself. Yet there is this other part of me who does not understand as to why I'm stressing myself so much about this. I decided to go lengths and try and master one of the most difficult protective enchantment for a blonde boy who I do not even know on the surface let alone know how he feels. All the times that I have encountered him, he has been nothing but an asshole to me. Yet as soon as I think about him, a warm feeling engulfs me, it's the thought of me with him, it just feels right. Yet whenever he is speaking to me, nothing feels right. I hate my heart for this atrocity. I have never felt what I feel now, all my life I could have whatever I wanted, whoever I wanted and whenever I wanted. People yearned for me, and here I'm craving for a boy who barely pays attention to me. I cannot let all this get to my head. No matter conflicted I feel about Draco, there was never a doubt about one thing. I need to save him. So I take a deep breath, announce the password Zoe told me and enter the Slytherin common room. He is seated right in front of me on the couch, there is no turning back now.