Glass Love

Chapter 9

Draco walked through the dining hall and sat down in front of Blaise before grabbing a chicken leg and chowing down. "Where have you been?" Blaise asks while looking over his friend. Draco looked drained and very much unhappy. "You know where." Draco replies before looking towards the untouched plate beside him. 

"Where is she?" He asks looking towards the door. "She told me that she wasn't hungry and was off to bed." Blaise replies chowing on some pasta. "But of course we know that's a lie. She lies well." He continues.  

"What do you mean?" Draco raises an eyebrow looking back at his friend. "She walked in with Potter." Blaise nods towards the trio sitting behind them. 'Potter. Of course it was Potter!'

"Potter." Draco says, trying to get his attention. Harry sighs before turning around to look at Draco and Blaise. "What do you want now, Malfoy?" 

Harry knew very well what this conversation was about. He knew what he would be walking into when he agreed to be friends with Orla because Dumbledore asked him to. 'This was going to be trouble.' 

"Stay away from my girlfriend." Draco says in a deadly tone before turning back around. He couldn't muster anything more. He was tired and worn down. Truly he didn't even want to go see Orla. Draco had hoped to walk her to her door from dinner and then excuse himself back to the vanishing cabinet.

The vanishing cabinet. The cabinet that would most certainly be the death of him. There would be nothing left of Draco Malfoy by the time he finally figured out how to fix it. 

"Don't let it get to you. You've only been at it for a bit now." Blaise says while looking around. "You have to give yourself some credit."

"Credit?" Draco asks before throwing his chicken down on his plate and gathering up his jacket. "I'll give myself credit when I no longer have to worry about the stupid thing." He says before walking off towards the dorms. 

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Orla stared up at the ceiling of the requirement room. After staring at it for 15 minutes, the room invaded her mind. The ceiling had turned into a glass structure which reminded her of the greenhouse she used to hide in as a child. That greenhouse always made her feel warm and safe. 

After heaving a big sigh, Orla stood up and brushed her skirt off. "I suppose I could use a night in." She commented before walking towards the wall that created a door in and out of the room of requirement. 

Instead of letting Orla out when she had went in, the room guided Orla to the hallways just outside her room. She smiled at the door before nodding in thanks before walking into her room and locking the door. 'No interruptions.'

Orla sighed before sitting down at her vanity and looking into the mirror. Sweat started to form on her palms as she brushed her fingers along her cheekbone. Flakes of glass started to float off her cheeks and fall into the glass cup on her vanity. Once she had every last shard off her face and arms, she inspected her face. 

Her face full of scars. Full of 17 scars. One scar for one day spent in that hell hole with the wicked bitch.

"Ugly." She spoke into the mirror before grabbing a compact that had a healing lotion in it. 

Since her release, Orla had tried healing the scars herself, but they had ruined her face. The lotion had helped soften the scars at the very least. Rubbing the healing lotion on her face gently, she sighed at the breeze that met her face. 

Orla hadn't taken the glass of her face for a few weeks. She hated looking at her face.

After she was done rubbing the lotion on her face, Orla started to braid her hair back for bed, but she was interrupted by a knock. Her breath hitched as she looked over her face before looking towards the door.