Slytherins Golden Girl

Chapter 30

Eleanor woke up to the sound of the dorm door clicking shut followed by the hushed voices of Pansy and Daphne as they disappeared down the corridor. She rose up and peeked her head round the side of the curtain to find the room as she thought it would be, empty.

Eleanor collapsed back into bed, pulling her pillow out from underneath her and smothering it on top of her face to muffle the screams coming from her mouth. Did she really compare Draco to a death eater last night or was it a dream?

She hoped for her sake it was a dream.

Eleanor tossed the pillow down and stripped back the curtain, she grabbed her neatly folded uniform from the chair and scuttled along the floor to the bathroom. Her head pounded from within her skull as it felt like tiny swords were stabbing her in the temples.

Within fifteen minutes she had straightened her hair with her wand and washed away any last reminders of the night before. She hoped it would make her forget but it hadn't helped one bit. Eleanor tugged on her robe letting it hang loose over her body and left the bathroom.

She walked alone through the dungeons and corridors until she reached the great hall, where students were bustling with life in the morning light as they tucked into their breakfast. Eleanor caught sight of the Slytherins sat in their usual spot chatting, although one in particular caught her attention.

He was glaring at her from across the hall, his mouth snarled as he tightly gripped on to his cup of coffee causing the veins in his hands to angrily pop out.

She wasn't angry at him, so had no need to be put off but he was definitely angry at her. Eleanor bit down on her lip hard, nope definitely not a dream.

She made a quick b-line for the Gryffindor table slipping into the seat next to Harry as he bit into his toast, dropping her head into her hands Eleanor let out a loud groan.

"Hello and what's wrong." Harry asked staring at her bewildered.

Eleanor moved her hands to rest them under her chin, as the look of regret swept her face. "I may have said something to Malfoy last night, something that I regret."

"I'm sure whatever it was he deserved it." Ron flatly said picking up a buttered croissant. "That jumped up littl-"

"Ronald, be quiet will you." Hermione snapped whilst folding her newspaper, "What did you say to him."

Eleanors cringed at the mere thought, "I may have compared him to a death eater."

Harry snorted into his cup of juice, it was a rather unattractive snort. Well that definitely wasn't the response she'd hope for. "And you feel bad about that? I say you hit the nail on the head."

Hermione stared at him with bug eyes from across the table, "Harry don't say such things. Yes Malfoy may have some questionable values but that doesn't make him a death eater." She  harshly dismissed, as he avoided her death glare.

"Well by the looks of it, he's not happy with you Eleanor." Ron said his eyes glazing past her to the table behind.

The four all turned to look toward the Slytherin table where Dracos eyes still bore into Eleanor, he still looks as furious as he did last night.

"He can't be mad at me for long, right?" She protested looking at the other for reassurance, "I was half out my mind last night which he should know, I mean surely he couldn't hold a grudge for that long."

They all look at her with their eyebrows raised and their lips in unsure smiles. "Ugh you're right." She huffed picking a slice of toast off the rack. "Who am I kidding. Oh well only three years left."