Slytherins Golden Girl

Chapter 31

Eleanor blew out the lonely candle that rest upon the desk sending her into a vortex of complete darkness. The wax had dripped down the base creating a small pool on her parchment which scorched the tips of her fingers when she picked them up.

The library was desolate with no signs of any life as she made her way through the stacks of books and wandered out into the corridor. Eleanor better hurry up she thought to herself aloud, prefect rounds were starting soon and Eleanor didn't know the Ravenclaw prefects well enough to worm herself out of a detention.

She walked down the damp narrow corridor and stepped through the common room opening, the place looked empty. Eleanor spotted Draco wasn't sat in his usual spot round the Ebony table, she paused and stared at his empty chair. 

The empty chair seemed to stare back.

For a moment she felt strange, a feeling had washed over her coursing through her body. It was almost like she felt disappointed that he wasn't there, even if all he did was pester her. Was that normal? To feel disappointed your stalker was no longer stalking you. She brushed it off, putting the feeling down to tiredness and started her walk toward the dorms.

"There she is..." A slurred voice spoke from the darkness, "Slytherins own golden girl."

Eleanor turned to the source of the voice, that's when she caught site of him. He was slumped along the leather sofa in his quidditch jumper and a pair of black joggers. She watched him brush his hand through his hair pushing the strands off his face that was beaded in sweat, as the other clasped round a shot full of a golden-brown alcoholic substance.

He held the glass up in front of his face, swirling it round his hand as the substance splashed up the sides. That's when Eleanor saw the empty bottle of fire whiskey knocked on its side, dripping the remains onto the stone floor.

"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" Draco says, his voice hoarse as he spoke before downing the remaining shot. "Not usually like you."

"You're drunk."

Draco chuckled, knocking his head back against the sofas armrest. "Ding-ding! Ten points to Slytherin." His eyebrows rising at her as she stood in the centre of the room unable to move and more or less resembling a statue. "What do you want a medal or something."

Eleanors mouth pulled tight at the sight of him glaring across at her, "Sarcasm really is the lowest from of wit."

Draco sat up spreading his legs out across the leather, almost asserting his dominance against her. "But the highest form of intelligence."

Eleanor huffed pulling her robes across her chest to hide herself. Something about him didn't feel right, he was intentionally watching her more carefully. "What do you want Malfoy, I'd like to get to b-"

"-No." He spitefully cut her off and pointed towards himself. "This....this is my time to speak, you had your go the other night remember. My time."

"If you think I'm going to stand here whilst you unload your anger on me, you really are fucking insane." Eleanor jabbed taking a step back.

Draco eyes misted. "I couldn't care less." He sneered. "You spend half an hour with Potter and his band of sea monkeys and you now think you've got me all figured out, don't you."

"Don't you." He snarled baring his teeth at her when she didn't respond.

Eleanor opened her mouth to argue, to tell him he's wrong but nothing came out, like she had no excuse. She snapped it shut as Draco laughed at her, it wasn't his usual friendly laugh. It was cold and degrading.

"You know nothing about me. You strut around the corridors with your Gryffindors friends acting all high and fucking mighty. You think your so much better than people or should I say purebloods like me, just because you befriended a mudblood." He hissed, the words slurring upon his lips as he smacked the empty glass bottle on to the table.