Dont tell me its him (A Draco Malfoy Love Story)

Ch. 20

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Alison's POV:

I could hardly remember anything that happened last night. I woke up with a huge headache, and had fallen asleep in my mission clothes.

Oh right, my mission.

I sat up fast in my bed and pinched myself. I was officially alive and intened to stay that way. I did a little victory dance and thanked everything good that Pansy wasn't here to see it.

I got dressed in my green outfit and was heading down to breakfast until I ran into Fred and George Weasley.

"Ah, there's the little buggah" said George.

"Dumbledore's lookin for you and Potter, know where he is?" said Fred.

"Uh, no, sorry" I said. "But I would check the Slytherin commons."

The twins both shuddered. "If we have to" they both said at the same time.

We said goodbye and I headed up to Dumbledore's office, my stomach growling. When I finally got there, I saw Harry pacing outside the door. How the hell did he get here before me?

I tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped back. "Alison!" he said, "I didn't see you there."

I laughed. Harry was cute, but I don't think I like him in that way anymore. I have my sights set on someone else, particularly a blonde Slytherin boy.

"Know why we're here?" I asked, but Harry shook his head.

"I was wondering if it had something to do with Voldemort, but I don't think he would have called just you and me in for that without Hermionie and Ron."

I nodded. I know I was best friends with the lot of them, but I tended to stay out of the spotlight when it came to dealing with, *cough cough*, darker wizards.

Suddenly the door opened and we entered. Dumbledore was sitting at his desk smiling. "Mr. Potter, Ms. Dern, I see Fred and George passed along my message succesfully."

I nodded. "Yes sir."

He cleared his throat and continued. "Well, I know you both are wondering why I called you into my office at such short notice, and the reason is that there seems to have been a mistake."

I was confused, and so was Harry. "A mistake, you say? With what?"

Dumbledore continued. "Yesterday night Ms. Granger asked me to re-investigate the sorting hat, and it turns out the hat was enchanted to lie."

Taken aback, I just stared at the professor. "What do you mean by enchanted to lie?"

"What I mean is that the sorting hat lied about you two needing to be placed in Slytherin, along with Ms. Granger and Mr. Weasley. I had already told the two former Hufflepuff members, and right now all of your personal belongings are being returned to your former Gryffindor rooms at this very moment."

I stared at Harry, dumbfounded. Then slowly a smile crept upon my face. "You mean we're going back to Gryffindor? At this very instant?"

Dumbledore smiled. "Yes, at this very instant."

I jumped up and down, shouting and laughing with Harry. The old wizard smiled also. "Now i'm sure you're both hungry, and breakfast is ending soon. You may both go."

I took Harry's hand and ran out of the office, barely noticing the ends of my robes turning from black and green to golden and red.

We burst into the dining hall and spotted Ron and Hermionie, the latter looking a little sad. I ran to them and hugged them both. "We're back!" I said, more excited then I had been since the beginning of this year.

As my friends and I sat down to eat breakfast at the Gryffindor table, I made eye contact with Draco sitting with Crabbe and Goyle. He glared at me, and then looked away. My happy mood suddenly dulled.

I couldn't catch his eye for the rest of the meal, but caught up to him afterwards.

"Hi, can we talk?" I said, lightly touching his arm.

He violently jerked it away from me. "Why don't you go talk to your Gryffindor friends" he said, his voice laced with venom. I stared at him, hurt.

"Draco, you know that nothing's changing, right?"

Scoffing at me, he just rolled his eyes. "Right, nothings going to change. Everything will be the exact same, exept for the fact that you'll be snogging with Potter everynight up in your tower filled up to the brim with 'good-willed' idiots and hero's that will save the day!"

By this point Draco was fuming, and I knew there was no way to calm him down. Instead, I let a single tear drop from my face onto his hand, and walked away.

For the next month Draco would refuse to make eye contact with me, and it seemed as if he didn't realize I existed anymore. During Potions he would always snag the seat farthest from me, and afterwards would race out of the room like his life depended on it.

I thought back to our first kiss, and how blissful it was. His hands running up and down my back, our bodies in between the sheets of my bed. Almost instinctivley, I reached out as if to squeeze his body, his memory, closer to me. Instead, I was greeted with cold air.

I knew he was being ridiculous. How could he be mad at me for being placed back at Gryfindor, when it was the house I was suppose to be at in the first place? Didn't he understand that with every passing moment, he was pushing my love for him farther and farther away? I wanted to give him my all because I knew it was what we both wanted, but he was refusing to accept it.

It was a chilly December morning when I waked into my room silently and sat down at my bed. While walking in the halls earlier, I had seen Draco and that snob Pansy holding hands and smiling like they both didn't have a care in the world.

Soon after, Hermionie walked in with a stack of books and dropped them on our floor with a big thud. She only took one glance at me before coming to my side.

"Alison" she said, "look at me." Slowly, I turned my head.

I could tell she was preparing a speech, so I mentaly prepared myself. If only I had expected what she said next.

"Alison, if there's one thing I learned this year, it is that time is precious. We have no idea how long our loved ones will stay with us, or will be available for us to share our love with. If you want to be with Draco, you need to make it happen. I see the way he looks at you, and trust me, I know he's dying inside. Show him, tell him, make him see why you both deserve to be happy. I love you Ali, and I need to know you're happy every day or it will kill me."

Hermionie was heaving, tears running down her face. I grabbed her closer and squeezed her tight. "You're right, Mionie" I whispered into her ear, "You're completley right., like always"