My birthday—I hated it. It was possibly the worst day of the year. I had stayed up almost all night, dreading tomorrow. Ella jumped on my bed, waiting for my awakening. She pulled me out of bed, rushing me down to breakfast.Everyone screamed out happy birthdays, racing to hug me. I smiled uncomfortably upon receiving my gifts. Layla handed me a new book to read, and she blabbed on about how good it was. Next was Luna; she made me a little charm bracelet. Each bead being one of them, I smiled warmly.
Colson was quick to hand over his new jumper, bright green. He said that it took him only four days to knit together. Ella and Elizabeth handed over there's a new inkwell and feather. It was silver, and my name was embedded on the side.
"Thank you all; I love them," I gleamed, placing them all in my bag before rushing to potions. Ella made it very known that the 'birthday girl' was in the room. I fell deeper into my chair, hoping no one would notice.
Snape shut her up pretty fast, making us brew a new potion. I put up a load on beetle wings, slicing them perfectly. My potion looked just perfect, with the colours swirling around in the cauldron. My hair was tucked behind my ears, and sweat dripped off my forehead.
Ella poked her tongue out the side of her mouth, dropping down his final ingredient, which blew up into smoke. She sighed and sat back down, giving up completely. As for me, the last drop of snake blood made mine complete.
We all waited patiently as Snape tested the potions. He complimented Draco, making him get all smug. When it got to me, Snape didn't say a word, merely nodding in my direction.
"Don't forget, class, the annual brewing potion is next month," Snape reminded, gliding across the room. "Let us all congratulate Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Waterhorse for their elegant potions."
The class gave a half-assed clap, with someone coughing in the corner. Most of my day consisted of slow, painful classes. With Draco staring me down, the moment I turned, he would roll his eyes. Yes, the hit didn't change his annoying attitude.
"Happy birthday, Rura," Valentine sang, passing me a small package, "from yours truly, funded by Mother dearest."
I beamed at him, pulling the paper into the shreds. A small book lay on my lap; it was decorated with red roses. I thought nothing could ever be as beautiful. Hugging him as I stood up from the green Slytherin couch, he chuckled.
"Oh, I love it," I completed, flipping it around and staring at it. Valentine shrugged, tucking his stray hair back.
Valentine smirked at himself. I didn't linger for much longer, taking myself out for a walk before the lights got shut off for the night. It was snowing heavily now; the winter coming is harsh. It was quiet, only the soft sounds of students sneaking about.
I sat down on a bench, my legs swinging. The past few days thinking of Moody's words. Had my father really been such a bad person? He said I was reminded of him, but I wasn't anything like him. I wouldn't really know; I don't even know him myself.
What scared me most was that Moody knew him better than me. Meaning he was most likely right; I just wouldn't know the answer. That was unless I ever spoke to my father, which was the most unlikely.
"There she is." A voice sounded, taking a seat next to me. "The birthday girl herself."
"Don't," I sighed, turning to face the bleached blonde. His face remained the same—a smile that lit up a dark, gloomy evening.
Draco shook his head, pulling a tiny box from his pocket. "It's nothing much, really, just a little something."
I took it from him, looking at him suspiciously. "This isn't cursed, is it? I won't open it and have it kill me."
He rolled his eyes, shimming his hands for me to open them. Inside a small necklace, it sparkled in the dusk sun. A small snake pendant with a tiny red crystal I looked at him with wonder—was he just being nice to be an asshole again?
"Why did you get me something? We aren't even friends." I chided, scoffing under my breath. He didn't think he could just buy me. I was some stupid girl who fainted over pretty things.
"I know, but who said I can't get a pretty girl nice things?"
"I did; I don't want it."
"Too bad, there's a no-return policy."
My fingers traced it; it was beautiful. I couldn't help myself but admit it was a nice gift. But it wasn't from someone I wanted it from. I didn't have room for his antics; I was too focused on the outside. He looked right through me, his eyes seeing through my facade.
"Look, I'm sorry about yesterday," Draco apologised. "It's just hard with you; it's difficult."
"It's difficult to look at you."
"Not in that way," he interjected, shoving my shoulder with his. "I just get so annoyed around you; you always have this wall up around me; I don't know how to make you like me."
I hesitated. "Maybe try being nice for once, and you have to learn boundaries. Draco, you don't own me; we don't even know each other."
"You were right," Draco sighed, looking up at the navy sky. "I did have that crush; I do."
I looked over at him, my mouth falling open. My heart fluttered, even though I wished it didn't. It was only that he was my south pole and I was his north pole. It just wasn't supposed to happen; it never should. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily, holding on to my last moments before destruction.
"Before you say anything, I'm not asking you out or anything," Draco bluttered, picking at his fingers. "I just, it's just, it's hard to explain."
"Then don't, just stay this way," I pleaded, hoping he would agree. "Keep being the Draco I hate, the Draco that follows me around; just don't make it worse."
Like a glass shattering, breaking fine china. I watched him turn hard again, his face dropping. I listened to the only advice my brother ever gave: 'Don't get involved'. But getting involved was the easy part; staying out of it was the hard part.
"Why do you hate me?"
"Because you aren't a good person, Draco, you've been a cunt," I explained, holding tight to the box. "If anything, you saying you've got a crush just confuses me more; I know nothing about you."
"You could, though," Draco smiled, his eyes lighting up a bit. "You could know everything, just as friends."
I knew I shouldn't have gotten involved. I shouldn't have been the helpless lamb. Don't take the bait, I repeated. But the bait was so nice; it smelled so good. It made my sense drive overtime; it lured me in.
"Friends," I spoke softly; I'd fallen into the web. "Friends wouldn't hurt."
Oh yes, friends would hurt.
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