ONE LAST CHANCE | Draco Malfoy

chapter three

We arrived at the end of the station with a cooling fall breeze while the sun was already behind the hills, letting the sky appear in different colours of red and orange.

All the students started to drag themselves to the exit of the train as soon as it came to a stop.

I am still sitting in my seat, eyes closed and leaned back. I don't really understand why everyone tries to jump out of the train as quickly as possible. I mean the train won't leave with them in here and it's not as if the school is going to explode only because they didn't get off the train in a matter of seconds.

I suppose Pansy and Blaise left as soon as they could too, because I heard them leave.

"You haven't gotten enough sleep during break or what's wrong with you?"

I open my eyes and lock them with Draco, who's still sitting opposite of me in his seat. He's leaned back just as I am, looking comfortable.

I just stare at him because I can't get a word out.

I don't know if I'm just too exhausted to answer or just want to ignore him for good.

"You swallowed your tongue indeed, haven't you?" He asks again.

I keep my mouth shut. I think I just don't want to talk to him at all right now, so I just close my eyes again and wait for the rest of the students to pass the tiny walk off the train.

I hear Draco clicking his tongue and leaning towards me. "Very rude, Mudblood," he says while I open my eyes again. "But you know, maybe it's better you keep your mouth shut. It is of no proper use anyways."

He scans over my face with a disgusted look before getting up and walking away. But before he leaves my sight I see him turning to me once again to give me that nasty smirk of his, and then he's gone.

Mudblood.

I don't even know what made him hate me so much. I don't remember being rude to him or anything. Hell, I didn't even interact with him properly before third year where he started calling me those names and just in general started to comment me on everything I did.

But even though he's doing all that, I am not so sure I hate him.

I mean, yes it's hurtful sometimes to hear him say stuff like this to me but then again, it's Malfoy we're talking about.

No good comes out of his mouth anyways.

He's always so cold hearted. Never caring about another soul than his own. He would never reach out to help somebody because he genuinely wanted to.

But I don't really think I ever heard him talk like this to anyone else but me. I don't think I've ever seen or heard him saying that kind of things, he says to me, to anyone else. He rolled his eyes at a lot of people. Or mumbled something about their stupidness when they got an answer wrong in class. But I never caught him actually saying those things to other people.

I guess he just despises me the most of all the people he dislikes.

I open my eyes and notice how everyone is gone by now so I get up and make my way outside as well.

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I poke around in my food when I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"What's wrong Roselee? You haven't touched your food at all. You don't feel good?" Pansy asks me, looking all worried.

I lift my gaze and notice Draco already staring at me from across the table, seeming just as curious about my answer as Pansy is but as quick as our eyes meet, they just as quick disconnect again and he looks down at his plate, continuing to eat his dinner without any signals that he even cares about my answer now.