With Or Without You

Twelve

Draco's POV

~ Flash Back: After Dinner At Teresa's House 3 years ago~

"I don't like that family at all," my father ranted when we got home.

"Why not?" my mother said. "I thought they were very nice to us and their daughter was a very sweet little girl."

"Sweet? That girl opened the door looking like a slave. She was in that filthy dress with dirt on her face and arms. She had no respect for the fact that guests were coming over," my father said angrily.

"She was just busy all day today," I said quietly.

"She was probably playing around in the mud. What a filthy child," that was it for me. I was angry at him. He didn't know what she was going through and he was judging her.

"She didnt have a choice. Her father made her clean the garden before we got there and she did a good job. You have no idea how much cuts she got today," I spoke up to my father. He looked shocked and before I knew it he slapped me across the face.

"I did not raise you to care for girls," my father said. "You are not to see this girl, she is making you soft."

"Oh come on Lucius, don't be like that," my mother said  sternly.

"NO," he yelled at her. "YOU ARE NOT TO TALK TO THAT GIRL, YOU UNDERSTAND ME."

"Yes father," was all I could say as I ran into my room. I walked into my room and sat down trying to hear what my parents were saying.

"Lucius, you didn't have to be so meant about it," my mother said.

"You know the story. She's not a true pure blood," my father snapped.

"It could just be a rumor," my mother said.

"Or not. I still don't want him conversing with that girl. I'll make sure Snape keeps a close eye," my father said.

"But you know our son will take it too seriously. You and me both know how hard her life already is. He's going to bully her an-"

"Good, that's what I want," my father cut off my mother.

~ Flash Back Ends ~

Thinking back to that day made me think of the thoughts I had at that time. I thought that by doing what my father wanted would please him, but that's not what I wanted. Even as an eleven year old boy, about to be twelve, I knew I liked that girl. I didn't know at the time that the anger I was feeling about the things my dad was saying was a feeling of protection, but now I do. It's hard watching all those Gryffindor boys looking at her. She doesn't notice it but I do.

Why am I laying in bed with this pig? I don't even like her. My father approves of her but I don't. She hangs on to me like a sloth and complains like a baby if I don't give her what she wants. This was ridiculous. I wanted to be with Tess. I wanted to protect her from everyone, but no. I had to pretend like I hated her. I wanted to run up to her and make her feel better. I wonder where she was tonight. I wanted to be with her and comfort her. I was worried she really was sleeping on the ground somewhere in the woods. Again, this is ridiculous.

Teresa's POV

I walked into the ROR and as always there was a bed laying in the middle. I put my bag onto the bed and closed my eyes and thought really hard "I need a bathroom with a sink, shower, and a toilet." I opened my eyes and there was a door to another room. I walked in and there it was. The bathroom that the room acquired me was very nice. It had a sink with a long countertop and instead of a shower it provided me with a warm bath. I was grateful for the room. I grabbed all my essentials like my tooth brush, shampoo, conditioner, and body soap.

I was thinking about the tournament Dumbledore said during the feast. I would never participate, but it seemed like a nice change. I didn't really pay attention to what he was saying about the tournament, but all I know is I can't be a part of it. I've never heard of the Triwizard Tournament and was excited how each person in the tournament would do.

After I showered, brushed my teeth washed my face, I jumped into the cozy bed. I grabbed my moms Advanced: Potion Making book. I liked her book because it had all her notes. She wrote some changes for the potions. Carefully read how to make each potion. I was very interested in Amortentia. The love potion that smells different to different people, depending on what attracts them. I couldn't wait to learn about it, but I was only in fourth year and we wouldn't learn this until sixth year. After reading for about two hours, I put the book down and fell into a deep and peaceful sleep.

'She's not even my daughter,' I heard David yell. He kept yelling the same thing over and over again but it got quieter and quieter until "Obliviate."

I woke up quick and fast. The dream seemed so familiar, I just couldn't place it. It was already morning so I quickly got ready. I wanted to eat breakfast early, then I could come back and shower. I put my clothes on and made the bed. I made sure to clean the room before I left. I checked to make sure I did everything and that I had everything the walked out. Just as I walked out the door, I saw Dumbledore waiting for me.

"Hello professor," I said shyly. I wasn't really told that I was allowed to sleep in the room of requirement, but I didn't want to sleep in my dorm.

"Well hello Ms. Silverstone. May I ask what you are doing out here?" he asked ever so kindly.

"Well you see... I... um..." I felt a bit awkward about all of this.

"I'll make sure to get our elves to fix that room up for you. I will tell them to gather your things for you in your old dorm so you don't have the need to get them yourself. You will be free to decorate it as you like," was all Dumbledore said before walking away. I was surprised to hear that, but also very grateful.

I walked to the Great Hall to get a fruit bowl and all I could see was Draco's eyes staring at me. He looked concerned and I really wanted to ask what was wrong, but I didn't. I grabbed a bowl and scooped some fruit into it and sat at the end of the table. 

As I ate quietly, I saw that blond haired boy right in front of me. 

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Word Count: 1168

A/N: Well... she gets to keep the room of requirement to herself.

Also, sorry if there are a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes. When I'm done with the story, I'm planning on going through the story and editing it.

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