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Apologies

"We all make mistakes, but if you ever talk about my parents in such way again, I will not hesitate to caste the killing curse on you once I learn it."

Two days had passed since my argument with Malfoy, and it was now Saturday. I've been avoiding him in order to restrain my anger. I'd surely attack him.

Laying in bed, in the early morning, I tossed and turned. My thoughts raced about anything and everything. For some reason, it felt as if my mind didn't want to shut off.

I couldn't sleep now, so I sat up in bed and decided to just get up. It was six in the morning so thankfully no one else was awake. I snuck out of my dorm, making sure to tiptoe and not wake the others up.

My parents were amazing people, unlike his father... sorry, I can't stop thinking about what he said. It pisses me off whenever someone talks about my parents death as if it means nothing. As if their sacrifices meant nothing... for even though I've never met them, I love and miss them oh so dearly. They don't deserve such disrespect...

I groggily trudged up the stairs and into our common room, slightly surprised when I saw the fire blazing and a silhouette sitting on one of the couches. Once I got closer, I recognized the boy immediately. Lovely. Just the person I wanted to see (note the sarcasm).

I was about to say something, but realized the boy hadn't even noticed me enter. Actually, he seemed quite adamant on drowning out his surroundings; lost in his own little world.

His head laid lazily on his knuckles as he stared aimlessly into the fire. His eyes were empty and his face was drained of emotion. No furrowed brows, no frown, no—nothing... Honestly, this worried me. He was a vigilant boy, but right now, he seemed so lost.

After a few moments, he snapped out of his trance and turned towards me with furrowed brows. "Oh, it's you." His tone sounded kind of—guilty? I couldn't tell for sure.

"Yes," I replied, slightly annoyed. If you couldn't tell, I'm still mad about what he said. "Glad you could tell."

"Listen," he looked into my eyes with a stern glance then looked down towards the chair. "Sit."

"You expect me to want to just sit next to you after what you said?" Merlin, this boy had audacity.

He rolled his eyes. "Merlin Potter, why do you make everything so difficult? Just take a damn seat!"

Okay, wow, I didn't expect that. After some consideration, I sighed but complied. Taking a seat beside him, yet leaving enough space for two people between us.

"I—," he paused, searching for the correct words. "I wantedtoapologizeforwhatisaid." He spoke so fast that I almost didn't know what he said. The key word was almost.

I was able to make out what he said, and repressing a smirk, I pretended to not understand. "What? I couldn't hear you."

He sighed, but nevertheless repeated himself. "I said I wanted to apologize for what I said... that was low, even for me."

I couldn't suppress a smile even if my life depended on it. This was shocking—he's Draco Malfoy! He never apologizes! Honestly, I didn't think he would. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm still annoyed. I'm just happy that he took responsibility for doing something wrong.

"What is this?" I asked jokingly. "Is Draco Malfoy admitting he'd been a total jerk?"

He scoffed. "No, it's not." I'm saying sorry for bringing up your parents—I shouldn't have done that."

Draco's POV

She put her pointer finger to her chin, pretending to think. "Hmmmm," she said. "Fine. I'll accept it. Just this once. I'd you do that again though, I won't hesitate in cursing you."

I rolled my eyes. As much as I hate to admit it, I regret everything I said that night. I never intended to harm her. Yes, I e never get along for long periods, but I care enough about her to not want to make her upset with me. Seeing a smile on her face, I couldn't help but smile as well. There was something so contagious about her smile. It could light up ten rooms! The way her lips curled perfectly, and how her eyes squinted. It was just—contagious! Though, I noticed she didn't smile often. I couldn't help but wonder why.

"I know I can be a git sometimes," I said after a while. "I really want to be friends, but I always mess up..." I sighed. It's true. I always mess up everything nice in my life. She seems to be pretty cool compared to everyone else. Moonshine and Zabini weren't that horrid either.

"It's alright," she said. "We all make mistakes, but if you ever talk about my parents in such way again, I will not hesitate to caste the killing curse on you once I learn it."

I would never admit this allowed, but her threat did quite scare me. Knowing Ava, she would go through with it. Note to self; don't get on Ava Potters bad side.

Merlin, I'm confusing myself. Why would I want to be friends with a blood traitor? She's friends with mudbloods and muggles alike. What if my father disapproves? What have I gotten myself into...

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A/N: Here's some Draco not being a total got. Also, I did end up posting today because I have nothing better to do... But, I feel like crap AS USUAL. This chapter was shorter then normal since it didn't quite fit with the one before or after this one. 

Anyway, luv you all and hope you enjoyed this chapter :). It's a bit shorter, but... whatever lol

*edited 2/24/2023