Saudade

Chapter 6 The Importance to Protect One's Mind Ophelia

Despite the gloomy, damp Friday morning, Ophelia wasn't bothered. In fact, she relished such weather. As she made her way into the Great Hall, she was abruptly diverted just before she could join the trio at the Gryffindor table.

"Draco?" she questioned, pulling back into the Entrance Hall. "What are you doing?"

"Sit," he ordered, pointing at the bench in front of them.

Confused, Ophelia obeyed his command and sat down.

"I have a very serious question," her brother announced.

Ophelia nodded, holding back her grin. "Go on," she said.

"Do you fancy Potter?"

"No!" Ophelia recoiled in disgust. "Why would you ever think that?"

"Well, you suddenly want to befriend Potter and his followers. So I thought --"

"You thought wrong!" Ophelia exclaimed.

"So you really want to be friends with Potter, the ginger, and his stupid mudblood girlfriend?" Draco chided.

Ophelia sighed. "Please don't call her that," she said, standing up. "Look, Draco. I understand you feel betrayed by my actions but have you ever thought about what I wanted?"

"What you wanted?" Draco questioned as if he had never considered what Ophelia desired before.

"Yes, I've always let you have whatever you want, why can't you do the same for me?" Ophelia asked, grabbing her brother's hand.

Draco stared at her for a moment, his expression filled with uncertainty and confusion.

"And what you want is to be friends with Potter?" he questioned again.

"Yes," Ophelia nodded. "You did too, remember."

Draco scoffed. "Not bloody likely," he sneered.

Ophelia gave him a knowing look.

Draco huffed. "Be his friend, whatever. I don't care," he said, crossing his arms.

"So does this mean we're done fighting?" Ophelia asked sweetly.

"... I... suppose..." he grumbled.

Ophelia clapped happily, her eyes shining with joy as she pulled her brother into a much-needed hug.

"There's so much I need to tell you," Ophelia said, keeping her arm around Draco's neck as they walked back into the Great Hall.

"You're not going to tell me about the time you've spent with Potter and his bloody friends, are you?" Draco groaned.

"Sort of. It correlates to Harry," Ophelia muttered. "But you have to promise not to get mad and tell Father or anyone."

"Why would I tell father?" Draco scoffed as they sat down with their friends at the Slytherin table. They all stared at Ophelia and Draco surprised and relieved that they were talking again.

"You have promise," Ophelia ordered.

Draco rolled his eyes, a mix of amusement and curiosity dancing in his gaze. He was eager to hear what his sister had to share.

"Fine, I promise," he said.

"All of you have to promise as well," Ophelia said, finally addressing the others.

Pansy rolled her eyes, returning to her copy of the Daily Prophet. Theodore looked confused but nodded, while Blaise eyed Ophelia suspiciously before reluctantly nodding as well.