I want you (Draco Malfoy Love story)

Chapter fifty-one

Draco never did write, not once, i waited constantly for a letter to appear at my door step or an owl to fly to my bedroom window. But nothing. I busied my time with rereading all the books i had once read with my father, i sat in the same window seat where Draco and i seemed to spend our best of moments. I must of read wuthering heights at least three times over the course of the weeks we weren't back at school, i seemed to analyse every single quote i thought Draco may of liked when younger. The closer the weeks got to coming back to school the more anxious i got about seeing Draco again. And then my anxiety was put at an edge when i saw a brown tawny owl fly up to my window holding a letter addressed to me. But this was no letter from Draco but instead Hermione informing me about a dementor attack on Harry and his chubby little cousin Dudley, this then has ended up with Harry having a hearing at the ministry to decide wether his position as a student at Hogwarts should stay stable. After hearing this news i of course begged my mum hour after hour to please take me to the ministry with her on Harry's hearing date so i could see him once it was over. It took a long time of persuading but she finally gave in. It then seemed like i was waiting forever to see Harry once again, luckily the excitement of getting to see my friends again dulled the anxiety of seeing Draco again. The day finally came and i met Harry after his hearing and was the first to hear the news that he would be staying at Hogwarts with the rest of us. Wether it was the excitement of seeing him or the joy he would be staying i don't know but i couldn't help throwing my arms around him , i think it was a mix of both honestly.Together we went back to the burrow where Harry, Hermione and I lived under the Weasley's roof for the final two days before we headed back to Hogwarts.

And here i am now, sat in a defence against the dark arts class searching the room for one person. And he wasn't here, i hadn't seen him once since we arrived two days ago. I thought at first maybe he was avoiding me, i figured that he wouldn't be able to whilst we have class together. But now i'm looking around and he's nowhere to be seen. Where the hell are you Draco Malfoy. Slam. A book slammed down by itself in front of me. "We will concentrate in my class now won't me Miss.Bellamy?" a dainty high pitched voice condescended in front of me. I looked up to see a small pinched yet almost plump woman dressed in head to toe in pink glaring down at me waiting for an answer. "Yes" i sighed leaning back into my chair. She did an infuriating giggle before replying, "Good". She tapped away to the front of the class to turn to us again, "As you can see you have a spell book in front of you all, you shall all study this for your owls" she began to wave her wand causing it to write a big O.W.L.S on the chalk board. "You shall not be attempting these spells from now on but instead reading and writing them in preparation for your owls. So if you could-". Before she could carry on in that irritating condescending voice i cut her off. "You mean to tell us we won't be physically learning spells anymore then?" i said still leant back in my seat arms folded. She smiled agitatedly at the fact i cut her of from talking, "No Miss.Bellamy, you will not be, order of Cornelius Fudge", she turned back to the black board. "That's ridiculous, i'm beginning to think it's not Dumbledore off his rocker and more likely Fudge" i rolled my eyes. Other students began to agree with me in the class a few making Faulty Fudge jokes and so on. The pink lady stood still, you could almost feel the rage radiating off her. "Miss.Bellamy after your lessons today you shall attend my office immediately" she bellowed above is all her voice echoing off the walls. The class went silent, not for fear but for shock. Suddenly i got an awful awful feeling in my stomach that this year was going to drag quite like no other.

I decided it was best to stay silent for the rest of her lesson, i didn't need anymore trouble after my first round with her. I highly believe first impressions are important and i can't imagine my first impression came off, slightly... well bad. As soon as the clock hit 2 i stood immediately and left, i could only feel the further fury from Umbridge from my back as i turned away and walked out without waiting for her dismissal. I spent my final lesson the library with Neville revising for our upcoming test in transfigurations. To be honest we didn't particularly carry any conversation throughout the hour; both of us busied ourselves burying our heads in books. I like spending time with Neville; he makes me feel so calm in my own skin, i feel like i couldn't sit with someone else for an entire hour and do nothing but study and read. But i guess it was the calm before the storm because as soon as the hour closed off i knew i had to drag myself to Umbridge's office and endure my detention. I tried my hardest to drag out the time period of my travel to her office but you can only do about three laps of the same route before Snape begins to question why i passes his office more than once. I finally gave in and turned the corner to accept my dreadful fate. Ok, im being dramatic its only an hour it cant possibly be that torturous. I stared down looking at my feet dragging along the floor, the only reason i looked up was because i heard the opening of a door. "Glad you made it... on time, Miss.Bellamy" Umbridge smiled sickeningly sweetly. I ignored her and walked straight through into the bright pink hell. "So you and Mr.Potter," i looked up at her words to see Harry sat in a chair coupling up next to the one set for me, "Seem to both be joining each other today; ill be having you write lines" she did a small laugh at the end. She edged me to take my seat as she collected parchment, Harry reached for his quill when Umbridge sharply stopped him. " I have my own special quills for you both Mr.Potter, you wont need ink", she placed down two red feather quills in front of us both. Harry picked the quill and looked up at her blankly, "What am i meant to be writing and how long for?". She smiled that wicked feeling smile whilst walking over to close her office door, "Well Mr.Potter i think it would fit nicely for you to write , i must not tell lies and lets say for however long it takes to takes for the message to sink in and Miss.Bellamy how about writing , i don't need spells to learn". Harry said nothing more but instead just picked up the quill and began writing, i followed wanting to just get it over and done with. I jotted down with the quill red ink scrawling along the parchment. I dotted and finished my first sentence. Suddenly i began to feel a scratching on my hand, i itched it away and began to move my quill down to the next line, the scratching came back this time ten times worse. I looked down at my hand and watched as a series of deep cuts scratched through my skin, 'i don't need spells to learn' slowly carved its way into my hand. I shot my head to look up at Harry who was also pulling his sleeve up to examine his hand, he looked at me his eyes meeting mine. Clearly my facial expression said it all because he quickly shot his hand under the table and squeezed it onto mine, he looked up at Umbridge "I think we've learnt our lesson" he said bitterly through gritted teeth. She began to reply but Harry didn't give her chance; quickly he stood not letting go of my hand and pulled us both out of the room into the corridor, he didn't stop walking until we reached the girls bathroom where he barged us right in turning on the taps and shoving my cut hand under the cold water, i looked up at him questioningly. "Sounds ridiculous but if she did that to us i don't trust there wasn't anything on the quill, better to just wash it off" it was the first time he spoke since we left. I allowed him to rinse my hand under the cold tap water before leaning against the sink whilst he did the same. A squealing noise came from inside a toilet stall before a blurry figure shot out of it. "Hello harry", Moaning Myrtle. Harry nodded and replied a muffled "Yes hello Myrtle". Her gaze drifted towards me as she came closer inspecting me and shaping her mouth into a smirk like O. "You," she began in her high pitched squeal, "Aren't you meant to be with the blonde boy, the Malfoy one. But you're here with..." she drifted over to Harry placing her head on his shoulder, "Harry, ahhhhhh", she twirled herself around the bathroom mid air clearly love sick for Harry. "Erm...I, well, i'm" I flustered for an answer. Harry looked at me trying to make some sort of sense from what i was saying. What was i going to say? Draco's my boyfriend right? Even though it has been four weeks since we last spoke and i have absolutely no idea where he is. Harry saw me struggling to answer and quickly swooped in and saved me, "Actually Myrtle we have to get going" Harry made a quick exit for the door way and i followed. Together we walked our way down to the great hall, for a while we walked in silence. I  knew what question was looming on his mind and it was something i didn't have an answer for. And then he asked it "So, what is happening with you and Draco then?". I looked down at the floor quickly trying to think of some stable sounding answer, but the stable answer wouldn't be the truth, "I don't know Harry, he stayed with me over Christmas and left on the 26th and i haven't spoke to or seen him since" i stopped my sentence as we reached the doorway of the great hall. Harry stayed quiet for a second while looking over my shoulder and then finally muttering out "Well i think you're about to see him now". I looked over my shoulder eventually turning fully round to see Draco sat at the Slytherin table wit Blaise and Pansy at either side of him. Pansy soon spotted sight of me and leant herself over Draco practically draping herself over him and then whispering in his ear clearly notifying him i was here because just after Blaise also looked at me. I felt a turning feeling in my stomach, he didnt once look at me but just carried on with what he was doing. "Are you going to speak to him" i almost forgot Harry was even still with me until he spoke again. Half of me felt like i should be over there; questioning why he didn't even send an owl and explaining to him how worried i was despite being mad at him, but i won't. I'm not sure i can even ring myself to look at him for any longer, "No lets just go sit down" i set off walking to our seats not once looking at Draco again. For the rest of the time we sat at the table talking and eating i felt on edge and nervous to be around him. The same questions seemed to loop my mind, Why hasn't he spoke to me? Why is he ignoring me? Have i done something? At least before i had seen him i had hope that he wasn't ignoring me and there was a reason, maybe he had no owl or he'd not been at school for the last few days. But now the truth was solidified, he is ignoring me. So many times i tried to convince myself to o and speak to him after he left the hall but every time either a feeling or nerve or being mad at him got in the way. I left with Ron and Harry, i think Harry realised my silence was because i was busy having so much conversation with myself in my head but i could tell that Ron was beginning to worry when i was completely silent even when Umbridge was brought up. Over the last couple days i have been one of the first to join in conversation with how bloody awful she is, right now i wasn't feeling like talking about it. Especially when i looked down at my hand after trying to itch it and accidentally catching my cut causing it to bleed again.