Spare Me; Draco Malfoy

Paris

After that night at the party, I've had even more restless nights, staying awake thinking about that caped figure. I think at any moment it could appear again. Not knowing exactly who it is, makes my anxiety worse.

I haven't told my friends about it yet, mainly because of the fact that Malfoy was in the same hallway I last saw it, and he didn't see anything. There's that sliver of a doubt that it might have been a hallucination, a mighty realistic one at that. Maybe it had to do with my nervous break down before it, when I saw the red liquid on the floor. When I had a flashback of my mother.

Whatever it was, real or not, it scared the hell out of me. Much so that I refused to go to the dorm by myself after the party was over. Orion and Frida were crashed on the common room couches, so I stayed there with them along with Blaise, Theodore, Goyle, Crabbe, Daphne and Pansy who were asleep on other couches and arm chairs. That night I only slept for about 3 hours, which gave me a gashing headache the next morning.

It's been a couple of weeks since that night and although the feelings of fear remain, I don't regret going to the party. Blaise has become friendlier with me and my friends. When he passes in the halls, he says hello and smiles. He still calls Orion, 'Onion' but she lets him. Pansy has begun to notice these interactions, which she doesn't particularly like, but she has no control over Blaise. So, she just keeps giving us nasty glares. Except to Tobias of course.

Today, is a Saturday, which means I'll be getting a postcard from my godmothers current trip location. They usually attend socialite events on weekends, since they have to keep their family names up to reputation. Lilith's family has generations of powerful wizards and witches, she's told me stories about them. My favorite is her great great grandmother, who was the first female minister in France's ministry of magic.

"Hey Amélie, here comes your owl," Orion says between her bites of toast. My snowy owl lands on the table, next to my plate of scrambled eggs. My owl drops the postcard in my hand and immediately goes to nibble on the oats on the table.

Bonjour Amélie,

Lilith and I are in Paris, France celebrating the grand wedding of Gilderoy Lockhart! It's been marvelous so far, according to Lilith, it could have been a bit more extravagant, but you know how she is. We have shopped around for you, looking for the perfect present to bring back! I hope your studies are going well dear. Let us know of anything we can do for you. We hope to see you soon. As always, we love you lots.

Missing you, Cordelia.

I smile like a child at the post card, on the back of it is a picture of the Eiffel Tower at night, the lights on the picture twinkle like the stars in the sky. Oh, what I would give to be there with my godmothers this very instant instead of school, with grumpy Professors and boring lectures.

"Where are your godmothers at now Amélie," asks Frida over her bowl of cereal. She eyes the post card for any clues, which are pretty obvious. "Paris, how romantic," she smiles and winks.

"Yeah, I hope they're having fun," I say running my thumb over Cordelia's signature. I miss them, I haven't seen them for over a month since my suspension. It seems that they're always out on trips and I'm obviously busy here with classes, homework, projects, essays, and the bloody OWLs exam preparations.

"It's Paris, the city of love. Pretty sure they're having loads of fun," Tobias says suggestively. "If you know what I mean," he smiles devilishly.

"Is shagging all you think about?" Pandora nudges him with a frown.

"Of course it is," Frida throws a cereal flake at him.

I laugh and I place the card to the side of my plate and a group of students sits next to us, about three feet away. It's Draco, who sits closest to me. Blaise sits on the other side of the table, facing Draco and the rest of them huddle like a herd. They all chat about busting some Hufflepuffs last night who tried to sneak into the kitchens.