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Breakfast. The only reason I went to this meal was the coffee. I didn't do anything without coffee. My eyelids were still heavy and I urgently needed the caffeine. But I didn't even get to pour some of the coffee into my mug when Neil sat down opposite me. "Malfoy, my life now depends on you, I need help." I raised an eyebrow, cleared my throat, "Which subject?" I asked, then poured my coffee.
He sighed. "Astronomy," he then said. I took a sip of the black liquid, thought for a moment. "Why don't you ask Black?" I asked, instead of asking where exactly he needed help. I already felt like the tutoring teacher of all of them anyway: Tom Riddle's group. I couldn't cope with Riddle, but with his inner circle.
"You're better. Orion can't explain. So, Malfoy?" He looked at me begging. I let a sigh from me, put down my mug. "2 p.m. in the library. Does that fit?"
He nods vigourously. "Fits perfectly. You're an angel," he said before leaving the great hall.
I shook my head. How did I even get into place with them? For example, I have known Emilie and Christen since I was four. The others were added over the years through Pureblood balls or other events, before Hogwarts. But Tom Riddle?
I still wonder today how he could wrap them all around his fingers. One by one. Apart from me.
Sometimes he still tries to get something for me. 'Angel' is what he always calls me when he tries to get my attention in order to possibly get me in the circle. I have often tried to get out of Emilie what the seven do at all, nothing. I can't get anything honest out of her.
She lies every time. Says things like: 'Just meet and sneak out to watch the stars.' or something like, 'to fool around and drink.' all a lie. I see it every time. I know Emilie long enough to know when she's lying. When she does, she avoids eye contact, plays with her earring on the right side.
I leave the great hall after two mugs of coffee. It's Saturday: no classes, which is good. I definitely need a break.
I walk around the corner, see in the corner of my eye Fleamont Potter, who joins me while walking. "Why so gloomy, Malfoy?" He asks mockingly. I'm ignoring him. "Malfoy, don't start like that now," the Gryffindore says and puts his hand on my shoulder. I twitch. He takes his hand away after my reaction.
"What do you want, Potter?" I ask, speed up my pace a little. "You don't tell anyone, do you?" He then asked quietly, keeping up with my pace. No wonder. He took bigger steps than me anyway because he's taller than me. "I don't know what you're talking about." I answer harshly. "You are an angel," he said, leaving.
There it was again: You are an angel. Neil also said that to me today, Emilie yesterday and I hear this saying several times a week.
The thing Potter and I talked about was complicated, in his view. I came to the perfects bathroom a week ago because I had forgotten something there. What did I found? Fleamont Potter and Alphard Black, kissing in the bath.
It was a picture that I can never get out of my head again. How anxious Alphard seemed when he begged me not to say it further because of his family and Fleamont who did the same thing. I almost felt sorry for Potter. At that time, it didn't even occur to me to say it further. And now Potter was probably so worried that I would do this that he asks me every two days.
By Merlin, if he continues with this, I'll think about it again.
I never liked Potter, he never liked me. But I liked Alphard, and Alphard definitely didn't deserved it if I tell it around.
I slowed down my pace again when Potter left, let out a deep sigh. Making my way to the common room, to talk to Emilie I glared at Riddle who sat on one of the leather sofas. He already looked at me the moment I've entered.
I swallow the feeling of discomfort down and go up the stairs to the girls dormitories. I head to Emilies room, knocking gently on the door. "Come in!" She shouts. I open the door, stuck my head into the room looking inside before stepping in completely. Walburga sat on her bed, reading, but I couldn't see Emilie. "Bathroom." Walburga said natural.
I nodded and knocked at the bathroom door. Emilie opened and pulled me inside. "date. He asked me out on a date for tonight," she squeaks, grabbing my arms and shaking me lightly out of joy. "Calm down, or I'll get a concussion because of you in the end," I reply softly with a little chuckle, taking her hands off me.
"sorry," she says with a smile. "I need help, I don't know what to wear," Emilie continues talking. The black haired woman just wore a bathrobe, her black hair bond together. "where is Christen going with you?" I asked with a smile, sitting down at the railing of the bathtub. "dinner." she replies, running a hand over her head. "I need to make my hair, nails, makeup and search out a fit, but I don't know where to begin!" she says desperate.
"Begin with the outfit. Than you know how to do your makeup." I say with a little shrug. "oh, yeah, no joke you genius." Emilie responds sarcastically, rolling her brown eyes.
"at what time is the date even?" I've asked her than, looking at my watch. It was 12 a.m. at the moment. "At 6 p.m." she answers. I look at her in almost disbelief. "Em, are you kidding me? This is in six hours. you have more than enough time, in opposite to me. I have to help Nott in astronomy later, at 2 p.m. This may just take one or two hours. After that I'll be all yours, okay?"
She looks at me with a raised eyebrow and a bit sceptical but nods than agreeing with a 'yes'. "I hate you." she says afterwards as I am about to leave the room. "I love you too, Em." I responds leave the bathroom.
Walburga sits with an raised eyebrow on her bed. "what did you two do?" she asks curious. "nothing?" I respond, but it sounds more like a question. By Merlin, I hate her sometimes for this intimidating gaze. "nothing? Malfoy, this didn't sound like nothing, at all. want to sleep with Parkinson or what?" Walburga asks bold.
It was inappropriate question. She should know by now that Emilie and I are just friends. "no." I responds dry, so that it almost sounds like a scoff towards her. Before she could ask another question I leave the room.
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Alright, I think I firstly have to apologise for not updating so long and I hope I manage it to do it more regular now, but I have many exams the next days so, wish me luck
Yours, Theo
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