Not the villain in my story *ON HIATUS*

Get lost

"Okay, so I'll have to return to the Beauxbaton carriage in an hour but I need your help," you say, hastily entering Draco's bedroom in the boys dormitory with a stack of hopefully helpful books in your hands,"We both know that I cannot swim in the Great Lake, but there's a good chance I'll have to get myself to the bottom of it, what should I do?" you ask, sitting down next to Draco on his bed.

"But how-how do you know the password to the common room?" Draco inquires, astonished. But then he understands the smile on your face,"Pansy Parkinson. I see."

You chuckle.

"Yeah, I went in here with her," you nod,"But that's not the question. The question is, what should I do about the second task?"

"Transfiguration is a good plan at the moment." Draco suggests,"Turn yourself into a marine, that'll work."

"I'm not sure I'm that good at Transfiguration," you scratch your head,"I've never turned myself into anything before..." you pick up a book about Advanced Transfiguration,"If I want to do that, I have to understand this book. Thoroughly."

"But you can, you're the smartest little girl I've ever known in my entire life," Draco shrugs,"Honestly."

"Wow cheesy," you laugh,"Draco Malfoy, you're not as heartless as people think you are, aren't you?"

"But no really, you are," Draco straightens up,"If you pull this off perfectly, the judges will be very very impressed."

"Okay then, but what marine?" you raise your eyebrows.

"A shark?" he shrugs.

"I've never liked sharks, let alone functioning as one." you sigh, shaking your head no.

"A mermaid?"

"Pardon?" you narrow your eyes in disbelief,"A-a mermaid?"

"Yeah, I don't see why not. If merpeople are the ones to keep your loved one, which in this case is probably me, would it be much easier for you to bring me back as a mermaid?" he explains confidently,"A mermaid can swim and has the torso of a human, besides merpeople can breathe underwater!"

"I mean, yeah, but transfiguring into a mermaid would be extremely difficult!" you frown, searching for the chapter about merpeople in a book of yours then hastily flick through the pages. You finally find the right page and stop,"Here. Good news, you can transfigure into a mermaid. Bad news, it's indeed very difficult to do so and requires advanced magic, which is usually not expected to be performed by someone under 17. Even fully educated witches and wizards cannot always perfect this transfiguration at their first try," you read from the book,"Now what, Draco Malfoy?" you ask challengingly.

"Now what? Now what?" Draco replies as if you asked him something foolish,"You are a thirteen year-old, well though not fully educated witch who can conjure a Patronus and is competing in the bloody Triwizard Tournament! You can Apparate without splinching yourself, you know all the sorcery a 17 year-old would know and you taught me the Stunning Spell!" he pauses for a moment or two for his expression to change from joking to irritated, which makes him look weirdly suspicious.

"And you just asked me the question now what? I'm honestly and utterly disappointed in the way you act lately. What is wrong with you? Seriously, why do you keep acting like this? Why do you always have to try and drive me crazy with every single thing that you do? Every time I try to help you , you either push me away or don't bother to understand me." he yells. For a split second, his eyes seem to flicker. They don't change colour, but still they look different, like there's another story being told by them. The story of betrayal. Maybe.

Draco seems to have lost his temper, which makes you speechless. He isn't usually like this, he doesn't get aggressive this easily and very rarely picks up any argument with you. But he looks like he's arguing with you now, and he's no longer the calm, the joyful, the usual Draco Malfoy. However, thinking back on what's happened in the last few days, maybe weeks, he's changed. You don't know what it is that sometimes makes him bad tempered and handles the situation you two are in rather weirdly.

Of course you don't want to mention what's already been done, but if there's anything you can tell others about you and Draco's relationship at the moment, it's that every time you sense his anger, you try to calm him down by blaming it on yourself, whatever it is. But he's never said that he's disappointed before, his eyes have never flickered so much when he gets angry before. He's wrong, you've never even in your dreams tried to "drive him crazy with every single thing that you do" before. That's it, you've had enough of lowering yourself for the sake of his stupid emotions.

"What do I do that's wrong? Malfoy, tell me what. If every single thing that I do drives you crazy then it isn't that hard for you to list them all, is it?" you raise from his bed and start shouting at him,"What the hell happened to you? I blame myself for your mistakes to make you feel better, but have you ever thought of how selfish you are letting me take all the responsibility to myself?"

The dormitory isn't empty but you don't care. Neither Crabbe nor Goyle nor Zambini nor anyone else in this place can make you care. Through the corner of your eyes, you can see Zambini shouting "Oi!" but immediately, Crabbe and Goyle shut him up. They must have decided it's best to stay silent. But you, you've had enough, or even more than enough, you can't stay silent any longer. Now it's Malfoy's time to pay for what he's done.

"What's got into you? Someone put a grumpy potion in your food? A hater cursed you with stupidity?" you exclaim, tears of anger boiling at the back of your eyes. They want to fall down your cheeks, but you won't allow them to. You're never crying for this git,"You know what? Harry Potter and his friends might be right. You're nothing but a foul, loathsome, evil little jerk. The only reason why I still talk to you is because I believe you have something in mind that you don't want to share with me and it makes you uncomfortable at times. I've been keeping all the frustration to myself, thinking that it's all for your own good. But you? Disappointed in me? No, I am disappointed in you."

He pulls himself to his height in the blink of an eye, and his furious eyes meet yours. This isn't the way you two's eyes used to meet, this isn't the look of adoration, trust, reliance and loyalty. This look is anything but the things listed. Even though you hate and are somehow backed off by the way he scolds you, you mentally tell yourself not to look away or look down at the ground. That means submission.

Instead, to challenge him, you choose to scold back for as long as possible without blinking, to look straight into his eyes, although you can't see his soul through them like you used to anymore. One more reason not to blink is that you don't want your tears to fall. One blink and they will fall. One blink and you will become the weaker one.

"If you're so disappointed in me, why don't you just get lost?" he points at the exit,"I never liked having you here anyway!"

His words are like daggers to your heart. The pain stings. It's worse than any curse known to this Wizarding world, yet it's not even magic. You once had a dream about being tortured with the Cruciatus curse. That pain felt so real it made your body hurt all over when you woke up and for the next 3 days, but this pain is even worse. It might hurt you forever.

You purse your lips and turn to walk away hastily, determined not to let him see you cry. Your quiet tears turn into violent sobbing when you arrive at the Beauxbaton carriage and Fleur holds you in her arms. She doesn't ask you anything, which makes you very grateful. In fact, Fleur doesn't talk at all. She silently makes you a cup of tea before bed and kisses you goodnight like your mother. Fleur acts like she understands everything without having to ask. But really, does she understand what's going on? And if she does, then how?

As you lie on your bed that night, you recall the events that happened earlier. You experience that horrible pain once more when Malfoy's voice rings inside your head, telling you to get lost. Eventually you become tired and close your eyes. The last thing you remember before drifting off is an unfamiliar voice saying: "It wasn't him."

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A/N: This thing took me forever to write. You know, edit this, edit that, this part's not dramatic enough, that part has a logical gap... But to be honest, it did not take me your whole month of waiting to finish the chapter. As I've explained somewhere earlier in this book, I'm currently pretty busy so basically I'll have to apologise for making you guys wait every time I post a new chapter until I have more free time to write. (Plus, I'm a professional procrastinator.) Also, thank you very very much for your patience and I promise I will update this book as soon as I can!

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