I don’t see Draco again until the day we return to school. On the Hogwarts express, I see him sitting in a compartment with his usual crowd, including Zabini, whom when sees me passing he stares through the compartment door glass. A few seconds later someone comes behind me and pulls me to a corner from my waist. For a moment I think its Draco. I’m about to tell him that he’s crazy, when I turn around and find that it’s Zabini! What the hell?!
“What the Hell do you think you’re doing?!” I ask him angrily, mostly disappointed.
“I had to make you understand.” He says in urgency.
I frown, “Understand what exactly?” I ask him harshly.
“That staying away from you wasn’t my choice. Malfoy threatened that they’ll make my life hell in school if I kept speaking to you or any of your friends. But I don’t care now, I want to be with you, no matter what.” He explains with a pained expression.
“Are you crazy?!” I tell him in frustration. “Look Zabini, I’m not in love with you. I don’t want to be with you. So, the best thing to do is to be with your friends and avoid all troubles, because it’s no use anyway. I don’t feel anything towards you. When are you going to get this?” I tell him in a little softer tone to counteract my harsh words.
“You’re upset because I ignored you all this time, right? Look, I saw the way you looked at me before we left school for Christmas vacation. And I couldn’t stop thinking about you or that look since then. I know you wanted me to come talk to you. You’re just mad, you don’t mean all of this. And here I am, so just give me another chance.” He pleads. I remember the last day before Christmas, and yes I looked that way, but I was looking at Draco, not Blaise.
“I really mean….” I start, but someone interrupts us.
“What the hell are you doing?! Are you seeing her behind our backs?” Draco shouts. We both know it’s not true, but I know he intended to say that to cover his jealousy.
Zabini looks like a rabbit caught in the headlights, “N….No, I was just…” He couldn’t form words.
I raise my eyebrows in amusement and try to stifle my laughter. I push him off me and cross my arms, “Really, Zabini? That’s too much courage. It’s over whelming.” I sneer. Then I look at Draco, “It seems you’re not doing a good job, keeping your Slytherin fellows off me, Malfoy. Maybe your Lordy chose the wrong death eater.” I tease him and go, leaving behind Zabini trying to speak incoherently.
A few weeks pass with no huge events, every now and then we try to do something to show the death eaters that we’re against them. Especially when we found out that Luna was taken on the way back home by death eaters. But mostly they are simple stuff. Because they torture anyone who speaks up, Neville and some boys of the DA seem to do that a lot these days and have the scars on their faces to prove it. We’re in Alecto’s Muggle studies class, as always, her lessons are about how muggles are underneath our kind.
“….and of course we have here a member of the greatest blood traitor families in our magic world, Ginny Weasley, isn’t it? Soon enough the school will be clean of all your family members when you leave. Or maybe you’d runaway like your brother and save us all the pain of tolerating your presence.” She sneers.
Ginny’s face goes as red as her hair. Alecto does that all the time but Ginny is always smart not to respond. But today I’m not!
I roll my eyes, “The real pain is tolerating YOU and all your nonsense classes. So why don’t YOU just head where you came from? To Hell!” I say in anger.
