To Those Who Will Listen - Draco Malfoy

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AUTHORS NOTE

Hey! So sorry that I haven't updated in so long! But I'm back now and hopefully will be updating whenever I can! Thank you so much to everyone who's shown my story support so far! I hope you enjoy this chapter...

DAKOTA

The train journey back was filled with laughter and cries of joy between Morgana, Laura and I. The Slytherin carriage was always mostly silent: everyone was too busy trying to avoid the glares and stares that Malfoy and group of idiots would give off to everyone. Us three, however, didn't care all that much. Morgana was even brave enough to sit with us, rather than in the Hufflepuff carriage on the opposite side of the train. Although, Pansy Parkinson wasn't too pleased about it. 

"Get that filthy mudblood out of this carriage! I don't even want to breathe the same air as her!" She'd cried, eyeing up Morgana mercilessly. I managed to shut her up by telling her to go sniff Malfoy up as usual then, which earned a few laughs from other students before they quickly stifled them. I could've sworn I'd even seen the corners of Malfoy's lips curl up at my comment. 

My own lips curled into a smirk as I saw the familiar sight of Hagrid waving to students as the train pulled into the station. 

"Hiya, Kody! Learnt your name 'n' everythin'!" He chirped down at me. I beamed up at him as Morgana and Laura stepped off the train behind me, calling for me to grab my luggage. 

"I better go, Hagrid, but it's lovely seeing your face again!" He blushed slightly under his long, dark beard, before nodding and turning to greet the other returning students. 

I waited in line to pull my suitcase off of the cart but when it finally came to my turn, my upper body strength completely failed me. I cursed under my breath as I heard voices behind me complaining about how long I was taking. 

"Merlin, Jednay, ever heard of arm day? Let me," I heard a voice behind me snarl. Rolling my eyes, I stepped out of the way as a familiar head of blonde pulled my heavy suitcase off with ease and set it down out of the way. "You know, this is usually the time where you'd say thank you..." He snickered. 

"Now who looks like the house elf, Malfoy," I winked before turning on my heel and tugging my case along with me as I walked up to meet my giddy friends. 

***

After the usual 'welcome back' feast that Hogwarts always held after the Christmas break, Dumbledore made his usual announcements, warning us of Sirius Black's reign of terror still occurring. I'd been so lost in the inner workings of my body and what was going on with the anger inside me bubbling, I'd completely forgotten to tell my parents about what was happening here at school. 

Feeling me tense up, Laura squeezed my hand gently and beamed over at Morgana, who was sat with her Hufflepuff friends. 

"Everything will be fine, Kody. He hasn't attacked anyone yet, doesn't sound like a crazed maniac to me..." She started to say, but drifted off as the students were dismissed off to their dorms. I waved over the masses of students to Morgana, who was being lead off to the Hufflepuff dormitory, and linked arms with Laura as we walked towards Slytherin. 

Laura had a point about Sirius Black, and besides, Defence Against the Dark Arts had given us all a few tricks to protect ourselves. On that note, Laura began giggling about last years Dark Arts professor, Lockhart. Apparently, he was just as handsome as he was stupid. 

"I have no idea who that is but he sounds like a moron," I laughed along with her.

"Of course you have no idea who he is," started the whiny voice of Pansy. "You don't deserve pureblood status at all, you disgusting little-" 

"Woah, woah, woah, Pansy, baby, chill. Leave the insulting to me, aye?" Malfoy slung his arm over Pansy's shoulder as she almost drooled, gazing up at him. Malfoy's eyes, however, were focused on mine, one of his eyebrows cocked with arrogance. 

"Would love to stay and chat, but I think you pair just triggered my upchuck reflex. See you later...' I spun around to walk away, but turned my head to add, "baby." and a wink. 

3-0 to me so far this year, but who's counting really.  

Laura and I strutted off to the echo of 'Ooo's from all the students that witnessed the standoff between the blond moron and I. 

"I'm so glad your little love feud didn't end over Christmas, it's far too entertaining," Laura cackled. I cringe at her word choice and fake gag as we walk up the steps to our dorm room and dive onto our beds. 

Oh, I missed this bed. 

DRACO

Coughing to cover up my flushed cheeks, I remove my arm swiftly from Pansy's shoulders and stalk up the stairs to the boys side of the dorm. 

"Are you not gonna kiss me goodbye, Draco?" Pansy whined from the common room, sticking her bottom lip out. I internally roll my eyes and try my best to refrain from huffing in frustration but spin on my heel, jog down the steps, peck Pansy's cheek, and head back upstairs before she can complain anymore. 

Of course, at times I felt bad for leading her on but she was good for my image. She was a Slytherin, and a pureblood, and she was the only girl in school who would let me do whatever I want. My father approved of her, as well, which was always a bonus. He'd always recall how he and my mother met at this school, and expected the same thing of me. Pansy was okay, I suppose, rather clingy but not completely intolerable- most of the time anyway. I just didn't like her that way.

"God, man, when are you gonna ditch the bitch," Blaise complained as he flopped onto his bed. 

"If you can find me a girl that my father approves of that isn't a total horse, send her my way," I chuckled as I changed into comfier clothes than this hideous uniform. 

"Hell, if I find that, I'll be keeping her for myself...hey, but that new girl though..." I could see him smirking from the corner of my eye. 

"Will you guys ever shut up about her, Jesus Christ. Anyone would think she shat chocolate frogs," I muttered. 

"She might do, you'll never get close enough to find out though with the way you keep bitching at each other," Goyle smirked.  

"Speaking of Jednay, how's your nose, Zabini?" I winked at him sarcastically. 

"Man, I still can't believe you made me send her a fucking letter to say sorry. She probably thinks I'm a little bitch," he whined, rubbing his nose recalling the memory. 

"That's 'cause you are a little bitch," we all said in sync, bursting into laughter.