Enemies to Lovers

Part 12

The past few weeks went by in a blur. Amber and I had gone back to being sour to one another, and the ball that had seemed so far away, was now in a few days. Students 5th year and up were even more stressed from tests over tests, exams, all that fun stuff. 

But break was around the corner and I was not looking forward to it. Spending all that time at the Manor just made me want to shudder. And seeing him, as much as I try to hide it, terrified me. Even the thought of it. 

And to make matters worse, the guilt was weighing down on me even more lately for some reason. It always came around at the worse time. 

Just when I was glad for a day of break coming up. And I knew it was completely my fault. It always is isn't it.

But as much as I tried to get rid of that feeling, it never seems to leave. Never even hesitates. Never backs down. So I learned to live with it the hard way. 

I sat in Transfiguration, thinking about the upcoming deatheater meeting. The nerve made it harder to focus in class. 

"Mr. Malfoy, please pay attention to my lesson." Professor McGonagall tapped on my desk with her wand. 

I reluctantly nodded as snickers erupted behind me. 

After a long day, and an extra slow-moving class, I went back to the common room to study. 

Amber's POV~

"Have you picked your dress Amber?" I groaned. 

"No I completely forgot about it." I shrugged. 

Hermione pursed her lips. "Why don't we go to get you one tomorrow? It'll give you a chance to stop believing all I do is study," She chuckled. 

I smiled but waved her suggestion aside, "I don't even know if I'm going Mione."

She stood up. "But I was thinking we could go together!" 

I slumped on the bed frame. "Mione, you really know how to guilt trip me." 

She rolled her eyes playfully. "Well at least get a dress somehow if you don't want to go tomorrow."

I nodded and turned off the lights as I yawned. 

"Night Mione."

"Night Amber."

After a while I finally started to nod off. As I closed my eyes, my heart started pounding as I remembered the upcoming deatheater meeting. I wondered what plans they had next, and the ideas and thoughts filled me with dread. 

I decided I couldn't sleep and quietly tiptoed out of the common room to get some fresh air. 

Chill nipped at my shoulders as I walked towards the quidditch field. As I looked up and took a deep breath I saw a beautiful brown owl swoop down towards me. 

As it reached closer to me, I saw a box attached to it's leg, dragging it down, making it fly in circles. The owl landed roughly on the ground in front of me. I bent down and helped get the owl up. I bit my lip and grazed the cover of the box. 

I glanced on my side to check if anyone was there. I slowly opened the lid to find a red, satin dress lying in the box. 

A card lay on top of it and read:

Consider it an apology. 

-Sorry for the short and horribly written chapter. I was in a rush :((