A Shadowed Life Of A Malfoy

Animagi

The next few days I hadn't given what happened any thought at all. It was for the best anyway, I couldn't have myself getting distracted from potions.
I hadn't seen the anger issues boy since the fight, I was kind of glad honestly.

It was early morning, and the sun was still rising over the horizon. The sky was a beautiful orange and yellow. I could feel the warmth of the sun's rays on my face, its gentle touch filling me with joy through the window. This lasted only for a few moments, however.

The great hall was rather busy this breakfast time, with students running around, laughing, eating, and having a good time. This was unlike me however, unfortunately, due to my studying I couldn't seem to keep any friends for very long. At one point I was best friends with Bellatrix. She was very funny and loyal as a friend, but she started acting rather strangely towards students of impure blood. She bullied them and hexed them whenever she had the chance. That made me despise her. You can't choose your bloodline as much as I would love to.

I sighed as I walked towards the Slytherin table, but before I even reached it I saw a familiar face leaning against the wall by the entrance. It was that stupid boy, again. I could never seem to get away from him. His face was arrogant and mocking as ever as he looked directly at me, his black hair falling over his sharp eyes, strangely he had fur tangled in it. The boy still had bruises all over his handsome face. His nose seemed to be fixed though.

Suddenly something crazy happened.
Several students screamed in surprise as, without explanation, fireworks and dung bombs exploded all over the great hall. Some even seemed to be aimed directly at the students.
Everyone was sent into complete chaos, running this way and that and trying to avoid everything that was flying around in the air.
Fireworks spat and sizzled as they flew past me, mere inches away from my face. I began to run towards the exit like everyone else, students started to cower in fear.

A teacher appeared in the doorway and stepped into the hall, their expression of displeasure was clear on their face as they stared at the chaos around them. "What in the name of Merlin?" They muttered to themselves.
Their head snapped to look at the boy who was still standing carefree in the doorway, he still had a smirk across his face.
"What did you do?" The teacher sighed at the boy. He didn't answer, instead, he smiled, clearly enjoying the situation. The professor's face shifted as they took a closer look at him. "What happened to your face?"

He looked up at the teacher, and just like several days ago in the great hall, something inside of him seemed to change. He went from being carefree, arrogant, and snarky to looking troubled and tired. Like he had aged ten years.
"It's nothing." He answered quietly. The teacher looked like they wanted to ask more, but it was clear that he wasn't in the mood to explain at all.

He looked at me from where he stood, there was concern in his eyes, and it seemed for a moment like he really wanted to say something to me, but he didn't shift. Instead, he smiled.

He began to run. For some unknown reason, I ran with him. He was surly running from the teacher, who definitely knew the chaos was caused by him. He grabbed my arm, and practically dragged me into a broom closet, at the end of the hallway. He shut the door behind him before he could see the teacher's reaction, which I'm sure was furious.
We both stood in silence for a few moments, I could hear his rapid heartbeat. We were so close to each other since the closet was so small. I felt my face heat up, this was not happening to me.
He looked down at me with a small nervous smile, his eyes studying my shocked yet excited face.
"You okay?" he asked in a quiet tone, his voice filled with concern which was uncommon for him.

"I'm perfectly fine. Couldn't say the same about you though." I gestured towards the door. "Did you cause that scene? The fireworks and stuff?"

He nodded slowly, his smile faded slightly.
"I did" He stayed silent for a minute, his eyes still on my face, as though trying to read my thoughts, which were all about how close he was.
"Are you sure you are okay?" He stopped for a second, took a deep breath, then continued.
"I mean... I know we... don't really get along... but... you aren't hurt, are you?" He almost sounded embarrassed by his own concern.