His Little Feather

I Am Heather Slater

Heathers POV

I walked through the room.

People moved away from me, causing a runway like path to form around me. Everyone stared in horror.

I kept my head held high even though I felt like I was going to pass out.

I looked to my left and saw Narcissa staring at me in shock. She took a step back and placed her hand on her heart like she was in pain for me. Her eyes sparkled as they filled with water.

My eyes started to get glossy as I continued to walk the clear path.

Then I saw the familiar blond hair that always comforted me. 

His head turned and his silver eyes that I loved so much landed on me. They looked me up and down and began filling with tears.

I closed my eyes and for a moment I was back at the Yule ball when he and I were reunited for the first time. I remember how dashing he looked.

I remember how safe I felt in his arms, dancing through the night. 

We were so happy.

I opened my eyes and blinked the tears way. 

I was not going to be the broken little girl my father saw me as. I am Heather Slater. I am about to go through hell and I will not tolerate being treated like shit.

I began picking up my pace and running to Draco.

When our bodies reached I launched my arms around his neck. He buried his face in my neck and I felt tears drip onto my shoulder.

"You looked beautiful my love" he whispered in my ear.

I smiled and let out a laugh.

I pulled away.

He looked at me. His eyes spoke for him. He was apologizing and he looked so broken to see me like this.

I smiled and shook my head. "All is well" I said softly.

He lifted his hand and put my hair behind my ear, then traced his fingertips across my jawline.

Narcissa cleared her throat and the party started back up again.

People were still looking and pointing at me. 

Had they never seen a person bloody and bruised before? They sure as hell do business that has gotten a lot of people killed so i'm shocked.

Blaise and Pansy walked over to where Draco and I were.

I stood next to him and he immediately grabbed my hand. I squeezed it in return to let him know I was okay even though my appearances said otherwise.

"Heather..." Blaise said his voice cracking. He looked at me like I was on my death bad. 

"Hey it's not so bad, just a scratch here and there" I said to him trying to lighten the mood. No one laughed.