The Facade

Chapter 5

I knew since the beginning that drawing Malfoy into trusting me would be no easy task, and most likely would take time to do so.

Trust is as valuable as if the person were trusting their souls to us, like a bounding between the two of them that would shatter if broken by either of them and would rot deep down no matter how life tends to forget.

I knew that before meeting Malfoy. I knew that before all this, and always have.

So, patience and pretending would have to be my loyal friends on this dangerous path I got myself into.

The problem was, my patience is thoroughly scarce, and was reaching to a certain limit.

Specially after a whole week full of nothing but lacks of progress.

During the whole week, there wasn’t a single moment where I didn’t find Malfoy eying and watching me carefully from the corner of the room, nothing but looks of curiosity as he studied my behave and my movements.

I pretended that I didn’t noticed at first, at least the stares I caught, but soon my patience ran short and after half a week I found myself staring back at him so fiercely, that I hoped the boy would feel waves of discomfort and turn around embarrassed or either intimidated.

He never did.

He always kept eye contact until something else caught both of attention.

The first day I woke in that bed I transfigured, I woke thinking this was all just a terrifying and unnerving nightmare despite don’t ever having one before that I recall, but mere seconds later a grunt left my lips as I checked my surroundings and the reality of things felt heavy on my shoulders like a weight I couldn’t bare to support, and I sank back at the bed until the sun rose higher up at the sky and the light from the window was shinning a pure light golden.

That day I had to follow Malfoy around the forest like if I was his fucking little pet. He had to check the wards he placed around the house, and I wondered why would someone place wards so far away from the house, protecting not only the house but a whole part of the forest as well, that’s why the night before we walked so for so much time, he had to apparate outside the wards. We spent almost the whole morning checking the perimeter and yet, not a word was shared between us.
 
Malfoy made sure I was aware he didn’t want or even intended to leave me alone for a second in the house, what it means he didn’t trust me.

I didn’t exactly do anything during the week, every time I asked something at Malfoy, he simply choose to pretend to be deaf and act as if I didn’t even exist, but still always aware of my movements.

Having acknowledged that Malfoy would be like that for the first days I took the opportunity to watch him, while he watched me, but more discreet than him of course.

Malfoy was often around his books and his desk, most of the time I was sat at the couch, but tried to read whatever he was reading while pretending to go to the bathroom that was in his room, but barely caught anything that made the slightest sense.

Whatever Malfoy was doing in that desk, seemed quite important, he focused completely on that, and there wasn’t one time where I wouldn’t hear at least a grunt borne out of frustration, and despair as his past both his hands through his blonde hair and kept them stilled there.

Delight grew in me at such view of him not getting whatever he wanted, of getting frustrated and smacking the table and grunting. I hoped it would keep that way.

Half way the week, I hoped he would no longer see me as a thread but hoped has always failed me before, and this time it was no different.

I often hope for things to happen, always did, but hope is such a facade as my cover, hope is something people attach to, because they want to believe that.