Spare Me; Draco Malfoy

Detention Slip

At dinner, Orion and Frida asked me the questions I had been dreading to hear. How are you feeling? Where has your father went? Have you heard from him? What did you do when you found your mum? All of which I did not want to answer, because then I would have to relive those moments again.

I gave them half true answers, except the ones that had to do with my feelings. Those were lies. I didn't want them to worry about me or to make myself a draining burden for them. Frida was a bit suspicious of my descent state of emotion. It looked like she was studying my every move and word. She was the hardest to lie to, because she had a certain intuition about things. Orion was a bit easier to get around, because she always took people's word for truth.

It's now half past midnight and I can't seem to fall asleep. Tomorrow is going to be a very difficult day for me, to be able to fully concentrate on school. My mind was not prepared for that.

Without thinking I sit up from my warm duvet covers and swing them off of me. I grab my black silk robe from the green arm chair and put it on, tying it at the waist. The cold from the stone floors penetrate my feet, so I slip on my fuzzy slippers that my mother bought for me. We got matching pairs of these last Christmas, but she always looked best in them.

I need some air. Freezing cold air on this illuminated night. Frida shifts in her bed as I cautiously open the door. As I sneak out of the Slytherin common room and reach the top of the dungeon stairs, the open hallway greets me in its emptiness. It feels good to walk the halls alone, instead of the crowded state it is usually in.

I decide to climb up the stairs to the next floors up. I wanted to see the black lake and the moon as I took in deep breaths to calm my head. I take a seat in the cold stone of the grand arch window, that overlooks the lake and beyond, into Hogsmeade. The glimmer of small lights can be seen from here, it looks much smaller than it actually is while you're there.

Hogsmeade, was a place where my mother and father usually went. To spend weekends as a family. We would buy cauldron cakes and pumpkin fizz to enjoy on our walk around the shops. I could feel myself now, with them on a walk around the apothecary shop, looking at gilly weed and dragon scales.

"What do you think you're doing? Students can't be up at this hour, didn't you know that?" a low breathy voice sounds from behind me. I turn around half startled by them and I notice their sharp pale features and white blonde hair as he steps into the moonlight. It's Draco Malfoy, again. His slender body moves closer. His presence towering over me.

"I just needed some air. And... aren't you a student as well? So why are you up so late?" I ask him back. All I wanted was to enjoy the peace and quiet, to ease my mind, and I can't even do that without having someone interrupt me.

"Yes I am a student, great observation. You deserve a medal for that one. But for your information, I am also a prefect and as prefect I am supposed to make sure students abide by the rules," he looks at me as if I am a small inferior. His prefect badge now coming into view, perfectly pinned onto his robes. Of course he is Slytherin's prefect.

"You are currently breaking one so, I can't help but give you detention. It's a shame you're a Slytherin, you're giving us such a bad rep," he shakes his head and takes out his detention slip notepad, writing my name on it.

"No, that would be you Malfoy. People like you give Slytherin's a bad name. And we all have to live with the consequences of that," I burst. Finally, telling him what everyone thinks about him and his friends. They all walk around like royals, treating everyone else like garbage.

He gives me a nasty laugh and nudges the signed slip into my chest, "Your words don't offend me, Rhine. I hope you enjoy detention with the house elves down in the kitchens. It's where you belong," he says, each word with disgust. He then rips off the proof slip of detention and waves his wand at it, making it disappear its way to Snape's office.

"And you belong somewhere with your head stuck far inside a troll's arse," I reply half angry, half amused from imagining the scenario. His face drops from being proud to a dark gaze. He burns holes into my eyes, not literally, but it feels that way. I then look down at his hand, now turned into a fist.

He grabs my shoulders hard, standing me up from the arched window, his nails dig into my skin under my silk robe. "You don't speak to me that way, Rhine. Especially not you, with what's going on with your family, yeah? Is it not embarrassing, having everyone know your situation? Everyone is talking about how they feel sorry for you and to top it all off, you're living with those women, ridiculous," he pauses to let go of me, pushing me back slightly as I catch myself from falling. I am shocked with the hatred he just threw at me.

"Shut up Malfoy, you know nothing about me or my family. And those women you're referring to, are much more powerful than you will ever be," I let out, almost releasing a punch from my fist. Everything in me was about to burst, all the emotions from the past months swelled up inside of me. I am ready to make contact with his stupidly delicate face.

We were both burning with fire in us, although his rage, is caused by pure prejudice and his superiority complex. I was angry, from always being told I'm less than, from my grandparent's and purebloods like Draco Malfoy.

Suddenly, the rage in his eyes subsides as his face moves further from mine. I hadn't noticed how close we were. He laughs as he crosses his arms. "How little it takes to make you break, funny really. Your father was a strong character, at least that's what my father says."

Both of our father's would speak sometimes, for business and socialite purposes. I never had contact with them at events, because my half-blood status wouldn't be enough for them.

"Don't speak about my father like he's dead," I say, my eyes burning with tears at the ready.

"Of course not. I never said he was. Go back to your dorm now, unless you want a bigger punishment to go with that detention," Draco shoo's me away like a stray cat.

I stand there for a couple seconds, debating whether arguing with him is worth the trouble. It's not, he isn't worth my energy, so I turn around heading back toward the Slytherin common room. Still feeling where he dug his fingers on my shoulders.

I lay in bed for hours after the encounter. Thinking of what Draco said about me and my godmothers. I could have punched him. It would have felt so pleasing to finally put him in his place. I couldn't though, his family was powerful and his father could have me expelled in a heartbeat.

Whatever. Malfoy can say all he wants. He just wants to watch people break under his cruel words. I promise myself that he will never watch me lose my temper again.