Year 7
Draco
Instead of turning left out of the Great Hall after dinner, he turned right. Down the large corridor and into the library, he completed his biweekly routine. Twice a week, sometimes more, Draco would meet Pansy in the library and then leave for a meeting. Pansy insisted on meeting by the lounge chair nearest the restricted section, making him wait twenty minutes before she would arrive, but it was worth it. She helped the time go by. She got his mind off of tasks, future and past. Not many bothered to use the library, especially after dinner. He took his black jacket off and draped it over a counter. He started to unclasp his left sleeve, the snake beginning to burn his forearm. The room was silent except for the rustling of pages closer to the opposite wall. Slowly, he stepped between 12ft bookcases and slender rectangular tables. In years past, the tables would be lined with students. Now some grow dusty and unused. The rustling grew louder as he approached the western wall fireplace.
"Do you actually have any friends?" Draco chortled at the chestnut haired girl.
"I really don't have time for your bullshit right now. "
Camille Carrow didn't bother to look up at him. Her small frame was swallowed by a red knitted sweater with a large "F" on the front. Her bare feet sunk into the oversized chair and books with parchment covered a table.
"You really should be getting to bed." Draco placed a ring clad hand on the book in hers. Slowly, she raised her eyes to look at him as he smirked. She glared back.
"I'm two days behind. I'm not going to leave the library just because you want to whore around with Pansy. I actually have something to do. "
She jerked the book from his reach.
"So do I." he smirked, she rolled her eyes at him. He picked up one of the assignments on the table.
"We did this in class two days ago. Why are you just now doing this?"
"Not that it's any of your business, but I was in the infirmary."
"So you were crying in your bed."
She shot him bullets, allowing her gaze to grow cold. He could see the dark circles and chapped skin under her eyes. Leaning over her shoulder, he scanned her work.
"You're doing the formulations wrong. The base number goes on the bottom."
"I know what I'm doing." She snapped, quickly erasing to start over. She sat there, reading the question again and tying a loose knot with her hair on the top of her head. Draco noticed the single curly tendril at the base of her neck, such a stark contrast to her usually straightened style.
"Okay, maybe I don't know what I'm doing." She slammed the book shut.
"I'll show you." Draco jumped over the back of the couch and landed beside her. She allowed him to take her quill and started demonstrating how to complete the formulations the correct way. Shoulder to shoulder, he would write it and then she would write it. Eventually she was able to complete them on her own and he would check them. He watched her write in a mixture of print and curls, but always neat and legible. Her petite hands wrapped around the quill tighter as she wrote. He noticed that when she was really trying to focus, her tongue dared to escape her lips, which she bit down on to keep them closed. She turned to face him when she closed her book, rolling the parchment.
"Thank you so much. That really helped me."
"Don't expect it to be something you ask for all the time. I'm not your tutor."
"Have you forgotten that I'm fifth in our class? I don't need a tutor."
"Have you forgotten that I'm second in our class?" He raised an icy eyebrow at her.
"I guess now you're first since Hermione decided to not return."
He looked away at the mention of one of the "golden trio," not sure what to say next. When he didn't reply, she smiled at him.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that you helped me. Wouldn't want anyone to think you actually cared about something." She giggled and leaned across the couch, rising up a little to get a fashion magazine from the coffee table. He couldn't help but allow his eyes to trace her small frame. She sat back down, his eye moving to her neck, her jawline, down her torso..'
"Do you want to?" She broke his trance.
"I'm sorry, what?" Draco cleared his throat.
"Do you want to look at this with me while you wait? I'm taking a break before I start my Dark Arts homework."
He cleared his throat. "How are you related to the Carrows?"
He remembered Alecto mentioning that Camille was her cousin when she was reprimanding him outside of Potions a few weeks ago. He'd always wondered if they were related because of the last name. He knew her parents and in years past, when they were actually friends, she'd never mentioned them. Not sure that she would mention any family members that may tarnish the perfect world she liked to describe to others. To hear her speak of her family, they were quite normal, made of old money and new ideas.
"I don't want to talk about them." She cut him off, turning the page. Models turned and twirled on the pages in front of them. Loud patterns with expressive colors littered the fabrics on the skeletal models.
"That's ghastly" he pointed to the model wearing a lime green peacoat with embroidered nifflers holding golden coins. Her laugh was light and airy as she agreed.
"Do you own any color in your wardrobe?"
"Black is a color."
"Black is the absence of color, so that doesn't count. You should wear more green. It pairs well with your skin tone."
"My skin tone?" He laughed at her comment, trying not to roll his eyes.
"Oh my god, is that a smile? Somebody write to the Daily Prophet." She nudged her shoulder into his. Her perfume, lightly scented of lilac and bergamot, wafted towards him as she pulled away. They used to laugh like this when they studied together after Divination in year four. They studied together a lot. He liked that she challenged him. Before meeting her, he didn't have anyone to study with. He was surprised to know that Goyle could read in year three.
His smile faded, half moon glasses, green light, and screams flashed before him in his mind. She watched him shift from light to stone.
"You don't always have to keep up with the façade. You might not be so isolated if you' let people see you smile. "
"I'm not a good person. I don't claim to be. Besides, like you said, everyone already decided who I am."
"You don't have to be." She looked down at her knees and back up at him. He couldn't turn away, like she was searching his mind for something to hold on to. He noticed her green eyes had a crowned ring at the iris and a small freckle on her left cornea. She crinkled her nose before turning back to the magazine.
"Anyway, I think you'd look swell in this." She held the magazine up closer to him, then flipped ahead a few pages. The book opened to a page with a wizard with a bedazzled cape covered in rhinestoned lemons. It was the most ridiculous thing he'd ever seen.
"I don't know about this one. It leaves a sour taste in my mouth." She commented, straight laced and serious.
He leaned his neck back, rolling his eyes at her pun. This seemed to make her happy because she giggled louder than earlier. He pointed at the witch on a broomstick and made a comment about how that look like the only thing she'd been riding which made Camille giggle turn into full on laughter. A small snort escaped her and instantly she covered her mouth, eyes widening . A pink, natural blush covered her cheeks. He couldn't help but laugh too.
He never heard her, as the two sat giggling, shoulders touching. Pansy Parkinson leaned against the bookshelf, lips pursed with acid as she watched them.
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