Draco's Hufflepuff | Emerging

Sixty-Five: Outburst

A/N: There is a brief description of a panic attack in this chapter.

Wednesday, 12th March, 1997

I was weirdly relieved to have Herbology today because that meant I got to sit with Neville for sixty minutes out of my day.

Last Saturday, I ended up having an argument with Draco over something so stupid. I mentioned that I had a Prefects meeting on the Sunday, and that sparked a jealous outrage from Draco. He called me a slut and accused me of arranging it so I could spend time with Patrick instead of him.

I, of course, was beyond offended by that and hated the fact he said such nasty things to me. Our argument turned vicious and personal, and like nothing we'd ever had before.

However, before we could properly resolve it, he stormed off in a sulk and avoided me like the plague. I bumped into Neville on my way back to the common room and he cheered me up greatly.

Just like back in the December, when I was feeling desperately alone and sad, he was sweet and took my mind off it all. He shown me his plants, he made me laugh, and he made me a cup of tea.

Draco still hadn't apologised for calling me a slut or making something out of nothing. We were still going through a rough patch, and things were still bad between us. Anger was slowly starting to seep into my sadness.

We were learning about the plant, Moly, and all of their properties. In front of us, we each had a terracotta plant pot with it. It was a really pretty plant, and Neville was telling me all about it.

"Now, who can tell me what is special about the plant sitting in front of you all?" Professor Sprout clapped her hands once before gesturing to the Moly plants.

No one raised their hands to answer, not even Hermione. Neville nudged me with his elbow. Because he knew the answer, and knew that I did too, as he'd told me not two minutes ago.

So, I gingerly raised my hand in the air, knowing full well that Draco would be listening to me. I didn't even care that everyone else had turned their head to me, but what annoyed me, was Draco seemed to actively be avoiding my eyes.

"Ahh, yes, Miss. Parsons?" Professor Sprout smiled at me encouragingly,

"You can eat it and it will counteract enchantments, plus it's used in all sorts of potions, such as Wiggenweld," I answered, hoping that Draco would be impressed with me, even if I didn't deserve the recognition,

"Well done, Miss. Parsons!" Sprout's smile spread even wider, "Ten points to Hufflepuff,"

As Professor Sprout turned to look through a pile of parchment on her desk. I looked down at the long bench, hoping Draco would look at me. Blaise nudged Draco and whispered something in his ear, and I was watching the whole time.

I didn't even care that both of the Slytherin boys had caught me looking at them. I think by now, more people had realised that Draco and I were having issues, but no one seemed to comment on it. At least not to me, anyway.

Draco swallowed visibly and pulled his lips into a small line.

"I love you," Draco mouthed, looking apologetic, finally understanding that I was upset,

"I love you too," I mouthed back honestly.

I couldn't help but wonder if Blaise knew something I didn't, and that's why they were always having whispered conversations and these weird gatherings with the other Slytherins. I wanted to ask him about it without looking like I was being nosey.

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Draco had begun walking away after Divination, he made sure to be one of the first ones out of the classroom, and as politely as I could, I pushed my way through so I could run up to him.