Re Placed (George Weasley fanfic)

Chapter 18

Breakfast is over and it's time to go to class. I didn't eat much, because I'm very nervous for today. Yesterday I only had first, second and third years all day, but today I have classes with four, five, six and seventh years. It could get weird because I know a couple of them, Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and the Weasley's for example and the oldest student in this school is probably just a year younger then I am. But somehow besides my height people think I am older, they always say "it's the face". And I get it, I look older then the average girls of my age, but "my face" that just doesn't make sense. I think it's what I wear. Most girls of my age wear crop tops, tight shirts and ripped jeans, but I just wear a t-shirt with a vest if it's cold and flared jeans.

This time I am the first one to enter my classroom, I guess it's not that exiting anymore when you're a 4th year. Not much later they enter the room and sit at a desk and again I teach them about instruments/ sounds and how it works in the muggle world. After an hour of playing and talking I realised I survived the 4th years and a wave of relieve leaves my body. And as they leave a new class comes in.

"Hi Y/N!" Hermione says enthusiastically. "Luna told us, this is so cool."

"You think?" I smile insecure.

"Yes! I wish I could teach muggle studies."

"Maybe you will someday" I comfort her and I wasn't even lying. I could see her become a teacher, she's one of the smartest people I know.

I see Draco walking in and I hear Hermione's voice fading in the background. I can feel my heart beating faster in my throat. I'm teaching my cousin today and he doesn't even know.
The rest of the class isn't even paying attention, because everyone is busy talking about their own stuff.
After this class is over, I have to be honest... the older they are the harder it gets, but I just see it as a challenge.

It's finally weekend, my first couple of days are over. I have to write to the Weasley's, tell them how it went and ask them how they're doing.
After I send the owl I grab my journal and go on a walk through the castle, because it's one of those days everyone's hanging out in their dorms or the common room, because it's to cold outside.
Sometimes when it's quiet in the corridors and when not a lot of people are outside, I go on a walk... alone, like I used to do in my seventh year, whenever I needed to think or be alone.
And today is one of those days. I walk through the cold corridors with my journal in my hands, searching for a nice spot to sit down. It is quiet here on the seventh floor, except for one thing. I hear someone wonder through the corridor. The footsteps echoing. I walk around the corner and immediately stand still at the fact that I see Draco pacing a couple of feet away.

As soon as he notices me he stands still. I say 'hi' politely and expect him to ignore me or something, but instead he says 'hi' back and doesn't hide the fact that he has emotions showing, but I'm not sure what kind of emotions.

"Are you going to take points too, because I'm walking through the corridors?" He asks in a cranky way.

"Of course not. It's not even curfew. Why would I?" I look at him and see how much he's grown over the summer and how more mature he looks. My little cousin is growing up. I stare at him and feel tears swelling up in my eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asks confused.

"Yes, sorry" I clear my throat. "What are you up to?" I ask.

"Nothing much, you?"

"Me neither... can we talk?" I suddenly ask without realizing and not thinking about the consequences of what I'm about to do.

"Eeeeh, I guess" Draco says with a very confused look on his face.

"Can we go somewhere more privet?" I ask awkwardly.

"sure"

I start walking towards my classroom with Draco following me and thinking about what I just started and what I will have to finish now, because I can't keep this a secret any longer.
Draco closes the door behind him as I sit down at the ground on a carpet where he joins a few foot away from me.

"So... you might have heard a rumor last year about me... being Bellatrix's daughter?"

"I might" he says.

"So... last year, I did a DNA test. And uuuhm." While I say this, I see his face turning paler than it already usually is.

"What are you saying?"

"Draco..." I stutter. "I'm your cousin" I throw out.

"How?"

"I did a DNA test with Sirius... Black, since he's our mothers cousin. The only people who know are the Weasley's and a couple of my friends.

"But how? After all those years?" He asks confused. And I tell him the whole story, about Bellatrix probably ashamed of me and giving me up right after she gave birth to me and how I got raised by my muggle family.

Draco is speechless. He just stares in front of him and sighs.

"Please don't tell anyone" I say.

"I won't, I don't really have anyone to tell it to."

"What happened to Isobel?" I ask.

"How do you know?" He asks shocked.

"She's a friend" I say fast.

"Well, after her dad died she went home to be with her mum" he tells me.

"But you guys can write right?"

"She does, but... I don't."

"Why would you ignore her? You clearly love her and need her and she you, so what's the problem?"

"It's just complicated okay!" Draco says angrily now and leaves the room.

I remain sitting on the floor and burry my face in my hands. I could've known it would end like this. Because he is just Draco, but I still feel responsible and kind of guilty, because I might have sounded a little harsh. I plant my hands in my hair and rest my elbows on my knees as I lean my back against my desk.