RIDDLE ME THIS

12

Tom faced his window, looking out over the grounds.

"i don't know what came over me that afternoon." his voice was barely audible.

i didn't say anything.

"it was stupid of me."

"no shit," i muttered, reaching for the door handle.

"wait, Lola. i'm sorry." he called.

"it's a bit late for that." i snapped. "seven years too late."

"you know i love you, Lo." he hung his head.

"you're my brother," i gritted my teeth. "you have to love me."

his fists clenched on the windowsill.

"you may love me, but you don't care." i continued. "that's the difference between you and Matt."

"of course i care about you, Lo-"

"you think you do," i took a step towards the door. "would you duel with someone you care about? would you kill them?"

"i'm trying to be better," he said defeatedly. "a better brother."

"well try harder." i turned and opened the door, bumping into Matteo.

"what's going on?" he looked at the two of us.

"nothing," Tom and i said simultaneously.

"fucking liars," he rolled his eyes. "start packing, we're going home straight after the match."

*

i was putting my things into my trunk when a knock sounded at the door.

"come in," i called, expecting Matteo or Tom.

instead, Draco entered.

"hello," i frowned—he'd never been in my room before.

"nice pussy," he grinned, stroking Venus.

i rolled my eyes. "did you want something?"

"i figured you might want some company." he kicked his shoes off and laid on my bed.

"i'm alright, thanks," i folded some clothes.

"i also thought you should know care of magical creatures starts in seven minutes."

"you're not skiving that too?"

"i have to at least show up for registration," he put his arms behind his head. "plus we can go for another walk in the woods."

"you really want to go on a walk?" i raised my eyebrows.

"fine you caught me," he sighed. "i just want a cigarette."

"smoking is bad for you, Draco Malfoy."

he shrugged. "i do lots of things that are bad for me."

"you're so tough."

he looked straight at me.

it was kind of unnerving, but i didn't break eye contact.

we watched each other as Draco stood up and walked towards me.

even when he wore no shoes and i wore my black patent heels, he still towered over me.

he snapped his fingers in front of my eyes, making me blink.

"you lose," he cheered.

"i wasn't aware we were having a staring contest."

"we were and i won." he took a victory lap around my bedroom.