An Angel's smile//Drarry

IX

Draco Malfoy was a very strange person. I didn't quite like him because he was a death eater, but at the same time, I couldn't stop thinking about him. His smile was all I could think about, it was so pure. I didn't know how else to describe it. Sometimes I wondered how my life would've turned out if I'd accepted his friendship in our first year. Man, he was a prat back then. Actually, he was a prat for a long time, until perhaps our fifth year. That's the moment our bickering lessened quite a bit. I mean, he did rat us out to Umbridge and shit, but we didn't directly communicate. I also noticed that, well, it's a bit embarrassing to say, but in our third year, Malfoy got hit by puberty like a bus! Damn, I mean he was fine. Actually, way more than fine. I slapped myself on the head, I wasn't supposed to think things like this about him, his 'beauty' wasn't going to change my feelings towards him. And my feelings were more than negative!

My new dorm room looked quite like the one I shared with Neville, but with lesser plants, lesser bugs, and a Slytherin sleeping meters away from me. I sighed, staring out of our window. I had a view over the Quidditch Pitch, or well, what used to be the Quidditch Pitch, all that was left now was a wooden pile of debris. I sighed, turning back to my room. On Malfoy's side of the room, there was a bunch of stuff, posters for example about numerous amounts of potions I'd never heard of, and Quidditch teams, and a bunch of books on his bedside table. His sheets looked like they hadn't been slept in for days. He was so bloody tidy.  I sighed, leaving the room to go to lunch.

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"Hey Harry, how did it go?", Hermione asked. I'd told her and Ron about the room change earlier that day during a class. "Fine. It's got a nice view.", I answered, chewing on my potatoes. Ron frowned, "I don't think that's what she meant mate.". Hermione slapped him on the back of the head but didn't deny it. I chuckled, "It was fine. We agreed to stay out of each other's way and that's that.", I said as Ginny joined our group. 

"Hey guys, what are you talking about?", she asked, taking a bunch of food and stuffing them in her pocket. "Harry was just telling us what it's like sharing a room with Malfoy.", Ron answered, stuffing more and more chicken in his mouth. God, I don't even know where he put it all, surely his stomach wasn't big enough. Ginny gasped and looked at me with a look that screamed 'Spill'. So again, I explained that nothing happened other than a truce agreement. However, even this seemed to surprise them. "Are you sure, Harry? That really doesn't sound like the Malfoy we know.", Hermione worriedly commented. I shrugged, "Perhaps we don't know him that well then.", I said. That was the end of that subject, well after a few weird looks from Ginny and Ron at least. 

I think they tried to change it as quickly as they could, they'd noticed my mood had improved and didn't want to upset me. The reason I was feeling a bit more cheerful was because of that person I was talking to. It felt great to vent to someone, even though it was just through passing notes in a diary. 

That morning, just before going to unpack my stuff, I'd passed by Moaning Myrtle's bathroom.

Thanks for the advice! I'll definitely try it, I'll let you know if it works even the slightest. I'm actually pretty excited about sharing things with you even though you could be anyone. I think that adds to the excitement, 'the mystery'. It feels dangerous though, I mean I know for a fact that if anyone knew who I was, I would be the topic of another scandal. You sound like you have the same problem. If you need to vent, I'm here for you.

I remembered smiling after reading it, whoever it was they felt as cheerful as I did. So, as always I wrote my answer on the next page and hoped to get a response soon.

"Hey, I was wondering if you guys wanted to come to Hogsmeade with me and Luna this weekend. It'll be the first one of the year, so we thought we could all go together.", Ginny proposed, interrupting my thoughts. Hermione and Ron smiled, immediately stating they'd come, then they all looked at me. I stared back, not sure why they were all looking at me like that. "Are you coming?", Ginny repeated to which I raised a brow. "Of course I am, why wouldn't I go to Hogsmeade with my best friends!", I grinned. Ron patted me on the back, a look of relief falling onto each one of their faces as I chuckled.