My Enemy, Draco

FIVE

Days Before my parents' funeral I was told very frequent and similar phrases, a lot of "A bad week isn't a bad life," and "time heals." Usually I just smiled and walked away but in reality all I wanted to tell those people was that they had no idea what they were talking about. But I knew the only possible way I could survive was just smiling through the day and trying to uplift other people as much as I could since I failed at every attempt to uplift myself.

Yet there I was, sitting in front of my dead parents' caskets, the parents I always hated but now wanted back more than anything despite everything my mother did to me. Not many people were at the funeral, mainly family and friends that I had never met until then. I had nobody to comfort me in my tears while everyone there seemed to be with someone. The ceremony was the most boring thing I could have sat through. Everyone there were muggles as far as I knew except for me.

I stood in front of their caskets at a loss for words, I hated them, I was glad they'd never be able to hurt me again, yet I just wanted to speak to them one last time. "Maybe we'll meet again in another life, when the stars align." Those last words to my parents hurt like hell. I never knew such cruel people could have left such a hole in my heart.

On the way back to Hogwarts, I reminded myself of the one thing my parents always taught me when I was younger; never show pain, it makes you weak. And that's exactly what I did when I got to Hogwarts. I once again put on my fake smile and headed to my dorm. It was a Saturday so I had nothing to do. I decided in a second that instead of spending the little bit of day left in my dorm mellowing over my parents death, I would go to the common room and talk to whoever was there.

I walked into the common room and to my surprise Pansy, Draco, Blaise, Millicent and Theo were all sitting on the couch talking. I walked over to the only open spot on the couch which was next to Draco. "Hey guys just got back from murdering my second victim!"

I thought they would get the joke but they clearly did not. "Are you serious?" Asked Pansy with a frightened look on her face.

"No."

When everyone started talking again, Draco nudged my shoulder. "Where were you?"

"My parents' funeral." I wanted to cry but instead I smiled and turned to everyone else because I knew if Draco said anything in the words of, "I'm sorry," or "Are you okay," I would have broken down.

We talked for what felt like hours and eventually we all decided to go back to our dorms since it was a bit past curfew. I got back to my dorm and saw a small white box sitting on my bed. I grabbed the box and opened it, all that was inside was a small silver flower necklace. My eyes immediately filled with tears. The day was so hard to get through and receiving one of the first gifts of my life made it all worth it. I put it on and laid in bed for thirty minutes before I knew that night was going to be a long night. There was a huge thunderstorm going on outside and I couldn't get to sleep with all the noise going on outside and in my head.

I walked down to the end of the hall where the huge windows were at. I sat down and leaned against the thick cement wall and watched the storm. Nearly an hour passed before I heard footsteps coming up towards the corridor I was sitting in. To my surprise it wasn't Snape or McGonagall but instead it was Draco.

As he sat down, he turned towards me and we locked eyes. He smiled. Tears slowly started rolling down my face and I leaned my head on his shoulder. "Thank you." I whispered, not caring to hide my emotions after one of the hardest but also the best day of my life.

"For what?"

"For everything."

We sat there for nearly two hours before I fell asleep with my head still resting on his shoulder. As I fell asleep, his eyes carefully watching me, I was dumbfounded that with a sky full of stars just in front of us, he was still staring at me.