Letters |Draco Malfoy|

Hankering

As the result of a mix between Ron's buzzing radio he listened to non-stop, Harry's worried pacing, and the not-so-comfortable beds we were forced to sleep on, I couldn't sleep. Although I guess that was normal, it's just more comfortable in the warmth of my own home. I spent my time writing. Seclusion has reverted me to my older hobbies. But I also got to practice spells and casting when needed, Hermione was a good partner when it came to that. But besides that, I didn't blend well with the three, not as I did with Sophie, and definitely not as I did with Draco.

we had left our current spot in the woods and traveled for a long while. The days got gloomier, and I tended to stay far behind the group of three, it felt more normal that way. Soon we settled near a river. I quite liked that river, spent most of my time near it, occasionally dipping my feet in. However, one particular morning, when I came back from the water, the three were just outside the tent.

"what are you lot doing?" I asked, carrying my shoes over my shoulder.

"We could ask you the same?!" Ron said, bitter lacing his voice. I jumped in shock at his booming voice.

"Ron we can't say for sure." Hermione said grabbing his shoulder softly.

"say what?..." I asked moving closer to them. They were all sitting next to a small campfire.

"Ron's under the dilution that your a... erm... a death eater." Hermione answered.

"it's not a delusion! Read the letters she wrote to Malfoy! You'll see!" Ron whined.

"I'm sure there's a reasonable explanation for this." Hermione said, looking at me.

I looked at the three, lost for words. I couldn't exactly blame them for their suspicions, I was friends with a known death eater.

"see! She can't deny it." Ron said, glaring at me.

in a panic I pulled my sleeve up, to show my bare arm. "See no mark. Besides I'm a muggle-born remember?"

"why were you messaging Malfoy then? Are You a spy?" Ron argued.

I scoffed "a spy?! How ridiculous is that!? Of course not!" I shot back at the accusation.

"answer my question then..." Ron demanded.

I looked around at the three. "Fine then I'll tell you, not only is Draco one of my closest friends but I- I may or may not be slightly in love with him." They all looked at me surprised. "I-" I flung around marching to the water, my pigtails flying off my shoulders. I blushed bright red. "I'll drown myself now, thanks," I said to myself, slapping my cheeks. "Oh, bloody-" I kicked the water, growling. I slumped down to my bum. I stayed there till around midnight, till I got too cold.

From then on, it was awkward- more than usual - I was still however thankful that I was allowed to stay with them. Things had almost turned back to normal. that was until Ron had another outburst.

I sat at the table, Harry sat in a chair in the corner of the room. Hermione stood behind him cutting his hair. "Oh my goodness!" Hermione exclaimed.

Out of instinct, my head snapped their way. "What!?" Harry asked, putting a hand on the back of his head.

"I'll tell you in a minute," Hermione said as she rushed towards me.

"you're not cutting my hair!" I said putting my hands over my pigtails. I was too used to Sophie's antics.

as Hermione rushed threw an old book she and Harry had been studying, Harry rushed over, "maybe you could tell me now?"

"the sword of Gryffindor!" She said facing Harry.