Unnatural Love

Chapter 13

"Goodnight Draco."

I ran towards the stairs, trying to hurdle my way in between people without getting stepped on or trampled over. It was a damn bugger passing the group surrounding the first step of the staircase. Half of them high off the hills, and others passed into nothing more than deadweight. Running up stairs though, never seemed harder than it was right now. My legs felt like sandbags, and the chafing of my thighs underneath the dress started to become raw.

I heard the faint slam of a door, startling me with a bit unwanted concern. I looked around the dimly lit dungeon, but it was too dark to figure out with one had shut. Not to mention the new surroundings, and long hall. The boys side matched identically, yet opposite of the Slytherin girls dorms, but both sides were both wider and more exquisite than the Hufflepuff halls.

"Lumos." I casted quietly, shining the light up to the plates beside that doors. Names and numbers labels the fronts. Three to four names spelled out in perfect cursive on each bronze label front, and each door had a silver snake knocker hung in the top middle of the dark oak.

Pucey, Lee, Crabbe; 23

Thomas, Goyle; 154

Zabini, Nott, Flint, Peters: 178

More and more names went on, not a single one of them started with "M". I began to think someone else might've went back to there room. That Malfoy might not have even went up here and it was all some delusional trick of the mind. Or maybe he did come up, and I'm just misreading the labels. Until a door at the end of the hall shone brightly with the casted charm.

Malfoy; 202

The last door. No sounds came from the other end of the dark hall, not even a single movement, gust of air, trickle of dust showing only through the charmed light, nothing. I wandered over to the door, pressing my ear firm against the wood. Silence, no sounds yet again. Chills went through my spine at the thought of seeing a dead boy on the floor. Let alone, a dead Malfoy.

If he was found dead, would I be the one blamed? If he was found dead, how would I manage myself to react? If he was found dead, why would he have killed himself?

I look up at the delicately carved snake, grazing over each scale, debating whether to knock, or just barge in. The time seemed to just tick faster with my thoughts, and the only right optioned seemed to just slip from my mouth, "Alohomora!" spitting another spell. Though my nerves spasming to rush in, I still hesitated for the doorknob. I took the skin of my lip in between my teeth, nipping at the chapping skin before pushing open the broadly old wooden door.

Against the wall to the right sat Malfoy on the floor, up against the stone. A window behind him stood slightly ajar. Wind breezing through the open glass, making the light semi-translucent green curtain dance. The baby hairs that stuck up fringed from Malfoys crown, pushed left slight, making it seem like a ghost was solemnly brushing their fingers through his blinding blonde wisps. His eyes hooded and back arched forward like a frightened cat. Besides the slight refrain-meant to the party, his room wreaked of alcohol and smoke. His clothes scattered in a near pile beside his wardrobe, a clumped up pile of green Slytherin robes and ties sat next to white button-up blouses, and empty beer bottles (besides the mashed ones on the floor) spread near the foot of his bed, along with burnt buds from past cigarettes.

Totally shock took over me. This is not at all what I was expecting. At. All.

He is normally a very neat person, during the school hours. He smells good, from what I've encountered, and looks nice. But his room defaces otherwise.