"I hate you, too." - Draco Malfoy Fanfic

Chapter 30

"I think we deserve a soft epilogue, my love. We are good people and we've suffered enough."

-Nikka Ursula

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"Are we late?" Francesca yawned, bringing the back of her hand to her mouth as Eden hurried her down the hall to the charms classroom. "Yes, Fran. We are late." Eden sighed. Francesca had come back late from a party the night before and slept like a log during Eden's attempts to wake her. "Oh, sorry." She bit her lip as Eden stopped at the door and gently tugged it open.

"Apologies, Professor Flitwick." She mumbled as they crept inside. Levi sat on the other side of the classroom, an apologetic look on his face as Eden noticed there were no spare seats near him. "There." Francesca pointed to the seats nearest to Professor Flitwick and they both quickly took up the spots.

Lavender Brown sat at the very edge beside Francesca--while Padma and Parvati sat on the other side of Eden. Odd, Eden thought, that they'd purposefully separate themselves to leave two chairs free. Well, she found it odd until she turned to see Draco grinning down at her, Pansy shooting death glares from his other side. "Good morning, sunshine." He whispered as Eden glared right back at Pansy.

"Leave poor Lavender alone. You would have survived if i'd sat another seat down." She hissed under her breath and Draco waved a hand in dismissal. "I didn't want her sitting near me anyway." He explained and Eden turned to face the front of the classroom where Professor Flitwick had a glass of vinegar on his desk.

"--which should, if done properly, transform the vinegar into wine. It's quite an interesting process, you see the spell actually changes the elements in the vinegar and a unique chemical reaction occurs where--" Professor Flitwick was saying before Eden zoned out.

"Do you think he'll let us drink it?" Francesca whispered as Eden ran her fingers over the bumps in her braid. "I doubt it, but he probably won't notice if it's short a sip or two." Eden said distantly. "And the bacterias in the vinegar can actually reverse--" Professor Flitwick reached out to grab his wand again, when he bumped the glass and sent it flying to where it smashed on Francescas desk.

A gasp lifted from the students at the sound of shattered glass and the watery-yellow wine swam across the table and dripped onto the tiles. Francesca had leapt back and avoided injury, however she hadn't been quick enough to avoid the wine that now stained her skirt and jumper. "Sorry, sorry--goodness." Professor Flitwick hurried around the table to Francesca's desk---but Eden missed all the details as her chair scraped across the ground until her back hit Draco's desk.

(TW: Panic Attacks. If you cannot handle this, please scroll to the next set of bold writing where I'll give you a brief description of the events that occurred.)

Her eyes were a little glazed as she beheld the shards of glass that piled around Francesca's desk and the floor. All she could hear was the sound of it shattering. All she could see was the similarities between the yellow of the wine and the murkiness of the water that had been in that flower vase all those years ago. The vase was blue, she tried to remind herself, but to no avail.

Her mind slipped deeper and deeper into herself, even as the glass floated off the ground and merged together into another--"Good as new." Professor Flitwick was saying, but she almost couldn't put together the gibberish of his words. She couldn't feel her feet on the earth, could breathe in the oxygen that the room apparently no longer contained. She couldn't--there was a tugging on Eden's head, and those maddening thoughts came to a sudden halt.

"I've never braided hair before." A voice was saying behind her. "My mother never let me try it on hers, she wasn't big on braids." The voice continued as hands began to undo her hair. "Wh-" Eden blinked, her focus half on the white wine that was still being cleaned, the other half on the pale-haired boy she'd turned to face. "Do I split it into three parts?" His mouth was moving, the words barely piercing her ears. "..Yes?" She narrowed her eyes. Someone beside him was saying something--something rude, she realised as she tried and failed to understand what, exactly, they were telling her.