Misplaced (slow updates)

-6-

-2 months, 17 days, 21 hours, and 37 minutes later-

Hogsmeade, a lovely town close to Hogwarts, where treats, drinks, toys, and tricks, draw all of the students out to spend all their money.

I usually go, but tomorrow was not the best time, Draco and I have barely mended a splinter on this cabinet, leaving us to deal with the mess and miss out on the fun.

We haven't talked since our little fight, Draco and I, the night I told him how I was feeling, Draco thought I was being selfish, that everyone had problems, including himself, he made the argument of saying...

"You should be happy, not everyone has people who care about them!"

And I agreed, not everyone does, but it didn't come out how I intended.

"Ant yet here I stand, and you in the same position."

What I meant was that I agreed with him, that I knew what he meant, and that I sympathised with him. And I know it came out wrong, but the stubborn little weasel wont let me apologise. I am still sleeping on the cold tiles, the Slytherin dorms freezing with the iced over lake and the dark atmosphere, and Draco has been making it colder on purpose, saying that the only blankets he had were the knitted ones with holes. Bullshit.

I was walking to the seventh floor; where the room of requirement was, potion books in my hand as a distraction to anyone who asked questions, I was going to study, no I don't want company. Clingy Gryffindors.

I have successfully avoided Harry, Ron and Hermione for the past two months, that was until I felt a hand pulling my arm into a classroom I was walking past.

I had my wand in my grasp immediately, pointing it at the wizard.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! I surrender" Harry jokes.

I lower my wand not saying anything, he takes a step towards me, I take one away from him.

Scrunching his face up, Harry looked worried, "Mia, It's been two months, can you just explain what happened? Hermione says you haven't been sleeping in your dorm? Is it because of what happened, between us? I'm sorry I shouldn't have gotten so close but it doesn't mean you have to avoid me, talk to me, please." Harry was begging.

Yet all I could think about was those green eyes, I have forgotten the exact colour, wanting to forget made it harder but the colour seemed to fade away the more I tried to focus on other things. But the second I glanced into the meadow of emerald, everything came back, the feelings, the way he blushed when I kissed him, the way he would hug me close to try and warm me up in winter, even though it never worked due to our thick layers, it was the effort that counted, the way I loved him, all those little and big things making it a million times harder to do what I had to do next.

Walking away, not the shy -I don't want to talk about it- kind of way, a full on -I'm not wasting my breath speaking to you- kind of way.

Voldemort was serious about cutting ties with Harry and the group. If one sound leaves my mouth in his general direction, I'm in trouble.

So that is what I did, I didn't speak, breathe, or listen to him -or at least I tried not to-.

So I walked away, I walked straight away, taking the longer path to the cabinet in case he followed me, making sure if he did, he would lose me in the masses of students.

I made it through the door, mindlessly finding the blonde in front of the wooden box.

A grunt leaving his mouth as a greeting, like a caveman. Turning back to his task, "are you seriously going to not talk to me for this entire- whatever this is?" I asked, sitting on the dusty couch I moved there awhile ago.