The Death Of Both Worlds (A Draco Malfoy & Neville Longbottom Fanfiction)

Chapter 31: I Don't Wanna Lose Control

Delilah's pov: I wiped off the snow and sat by her shiny, clean grave.
"Hey, mom..." I said quietly with a breaking voice. "I miss you.....You know, you're not so bad after all....I mean, you and Dad did teach me how to ride a bike....or when, we were planing a surprise birthday party for Dad, and you fell off the couch while screaming surprise....and hey, I now your a wizard! You are really famous in the wizarding world! Now I know how you made my stuffed animals talk when I was 4. Mom....I'm at Hogwarts now! I'm in slytherin house! Just like you! Hey mom, do me a favor....And say hello to dad for me. Tell him that I miss him, tell him that he gained another angel....Tell him that I never forgot about him, and I never will. And mom....Thank you for everything....I will always love you, dead or alive." I cried. I put my head on her tombstone and balled my eyes out. Until I heard footsteps around he. I thought I was alone! Is someone spying on me?! "WHO'S THERE?" I warned, grabbing a branch from the bushes and guarding myself with it. Then...This tall man with a green, shiny ring with a black coat walked towards me. The wind was howling with snow, so his face was kinda blurry. And then, he came closer, and closer, and closer....
"OKAY THAT'S IT!" I attacked. Then he grabbed my arms protecting them. He took of his beany, and lowered his scarf...Oh my god...the blonde hair....the blue eyes.....the pale skin....Draco Malfoy.
"Woah woah, down tiger!" He smirked, lowering my hands down. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Paying my respects i guess. The Malfoy family and the Pritchett family were pretty good friends according to what my father told me. Actually, My dad fixed your parents up when they were young. Hey, I'm sorry about your mom, really. I know she was your only family. And on that note...I never got the chance to apologise about making fun of your abusive life. I have no right whatsoever, and I really hope that you can let me help you through this. Because....I can't stand the fact that you are mad at me, that I can no longer make you smile...." He said, sitting down beside me and holding my hand. "Well, its getting even harder when my stepdad used blamed me for not loving her enough. But....I did....I really did Draco.....Why is it always my fault..." I cried. But luckily, I had his shoulder to cry on. "Delilah, listen to me." Draco said, holding my face. "No one, and I mean NO ONE, deserves to shed a single tear out of your eye. You are more than enough. Someone as dark as your stepfather doesn't know what love is, nor that he ever will. But lemme tell you this, your mom was more than lucky to have you as a daughter. Even if she barely saw you or barely sat with you. And if she saw you right now, she would be so so proud of you. And besides, your are pretty bright for someone who had no idea about magic 2 years ago."
I couldnt hold my tears anymore....so I threw myself on him. I hugged him so very tight. "I won't let that son of a bitch lay a finger on you. I will end anyone who does." He said, kissing my forehead as I cried.
"Hey Draco?"
"Yeah?"
".....thank you....I mean it."
"Its the least I can do." He replied.
Our faces were close to one another....too close. "Draco...." I noticed a dark mark on his arm as he was holding me tightly and caringly. "What's that on your arm? What did you do?" I asked, concerned. "Its...its nothing." He replied. Disturbed and aching, he kissed my forehead goodbye and went off. He might not be the ideal ex boyfriend, but he is still a great friend.

Tracey's pov: Its been days since the funeral....and Delilah is not doing well. One morning, I woke up to the sound of Delilah having a panic attack and night terrors. She barley eats a meal and she has been failing all her classes. Surely Mad-eye Moody was the first person to understand that, because he was friends with Maria Pritchett himself.
We were in herbology, and we got paired up for a project about so.ething called mental herbs. "Class, here's what's gonna happen. Each of you are given a mental herb, which means that it isn't activated by water and whatnot, its actually activated by human blood"
Professor Sprout explained. "HUMAN WHAT? No, Nope, I'm done, I will NOT be participating in this shit. ABSOLUTELY NOT." Blaise panicked.
"Mr. Zabini, may I suggest you calm down a little and let me REPHRASE?" Sprout responded. "Fine." Blaise said, adjusting his seat. "By human blood, I only mean....one. drop. You're just gonna prick you finger a little and squeeze a little blood sample on to the soil. That way, the plant can have a connection towards your soul. And therefore, we make the mental plant. Each plant will correspond to your current mood or personality trait. You may begin." Sprout announced. "We pricked our fingers one by one. "Why can't we just spit in there?" I asked Blaise. "Yeah sure, get in touch with your inner self through spit. Bravo Tracey, Bravo." Blaise mocked. "OWH!" Blaise moaned. And instead of putting the blood on the soil, he started sucking on his finger after pricking it. "YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO POUR THE BLOOD IN THE SOIL NOT SUCK YOUR FINGER, DUMBASS!" I whispered angrily. "Oh well SORRY if I'm not man of steel" He teased. Delilah was having a hard time doing the experiment, because she was too sleepy. She didn't have enough rest last night, or yesterday, or the day before that....ugh. I hope she's okay. I squeezed those little droplets of blood near my plant and watched it move. It was rising and swaying and growing flowers by the second. It had blue, cold flowers that shook and shivered constantly. The branches however, were stiff as ever. I had no idea what it meant. But all I knew was whenever I looked at depressed Delilah, The flowers grew colder and shivered even more. "Well, Mrs. Davis, it seems that you got alot on your mind....a periwinkle flower like that can only mean that you are rather....worried. Am I right, Tracey?" Professor Sprout asked. "Umm....Yeah Yeah I....I suppose so." I replied. "Zabini! your turn, boy!"
Blaise gulped and proceeded to activate the plant. The plant turned pink. almost as pink as Tracey's cheeks. Then it turned in to beautiful roses swaying left and right, radiating tulips all around. "Oh, Blaise! By the looks of your plant, I think you're....in love!" Professor Sprout exclaimed. "Yeah....I guess I am..." Blaise replied, looking deep in my eyes and holding my hand. I blushed. HARD. "My roses are always red for you, TrayTray." He whispered.
"I SWEAR IF YOU CALL ME THAT AGAIN-"
"Oh! HAHA! Sorry." Blaise laughed.
"Come on...I know you liked it..." Blaise teased. "Okay fine, I'll give you that one." I laughed. "Delilah dear! Why don't you show us your plant?" Sprout ordered "Huh? Um I mean...yeah sure." Delilah moaned after waking up from her little nap on her table with her bushy hair covering her face. Neville helped her with pricking her finger, then she dropped a few on her soil. The plant took quite a long time to show, but in 5 minutes, it had dead leaves crippling over eachother and...it was basically....dead. I wasn't that surprised considering what she was feeling for the past couple days."Oh dear! Delilah honey, I'm sorry you feel that way." Sprout said in awe. Delila however let, didn't respond and continued her nap. "Pansy Parkinson! Let me see what you have got dear!" Sprout called. "I bet its gonna be poison ivy" Blaise whispered. "Shhh!" I laughed. And what was even FUNNIER, was that it turned to exactly that. Sprout hid under the counter so that the poison ivy couldn't touch her. "Now let me see what else is here, hmmmm...Malfoy! You're turn!" Sprout ordered. Malfoy took a needle and poked himself. And suddenly, out of nowhere, the plant grew into these black roses creeping out of the stem, with green lines on its edges. And then, A green snake came slythering out of the soil, wrapping itself around the roses. Sprout immediately threw some golden dust on the soil to eliminate the reaction. Draco's eyes grew with fear and disbelief. He spent the rest of the class sweating and shivering.
It was lunch break, and Neville, Harry,  and Hermione where sitting in the Griffindor table, while Blaise and I were sitting with Delilah. "Listen up students, listen up!" Professor Mgonnagle announced, walking to the end of the hall. "May I have your attention please! In exactly three days, there shall be.....the annual....Yule Ball."
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The Yule Ball!!! Is Delilah going? Who will have the guts to ask her? Find out in the next chapter!