The Lullaby of Fear | Draco Malfoy

Chapter Two

Draco Malfoy was everything someone in their right mind would turn around and run away from.

I, obviously, am not in my right mind.

Being honest, the thrill of his all façade makes a tingling feeling in the very back of my brain, as if something is twitching back there ever so slightly but enough to make it noticeable to myself.

Maybe it is the way I have been feeling dead inside for months on end that anything will make my insides churn. But, sincerely, I have no excuse for myself. As I look in the mirror, a disgusted face looks back at me. I am disappointed in myself.

For the entire night, I have been dreaming of Draco Malfoy. I would never, in my entire life, admit this to anyone, but I have. Plus, it was not any dream, I had dreamt about that night. Of what could have happened if I did not pull apart from him, of- You know what, I prefer not to recall it.

For me, Malfoy is not, ideally, someone to crush on. While it is clear crystal that I am not crushing on him, I do feel myself blushing at the idea of having to face him after this stupid scenario I have created on my mind.

I dislike him. I dislike his personality, I dislike the way he talks about "mudbloods", I dislike when he teases people, even when he bullies Harry Potter and his friends, or when he used to have the word "father" on his mouth in almost every single sentence he spoke during the first four years of school. I dislike the fact that his family is so related to dark magic and, even if there is no much proof nowadays, to the Dark Lord.

It is said that the Malfoys supported Lord Voldemort during the First Wizarding War, and I have no doubt on that. Though, when He disappeared, said family was the first to say they were not a part of Voldemort's army. Obviously lying.

Malfoy doesn't scare me, normally nothing does. Last year I could have run in the opposite direction from where Draco Malfoy was, but right now, I would not care less where he is.

For two months of my life, I have been desiring desperately my own death, so now, the idea of dying is nothing but fate. I feel nothing thinking about it, I honestly do not see myself ten years from now on, as sad as that sounds.

I have nothing left to lose anymore.

"You look pale," says Daphne, stroking her hair in front of the mirror, "What is it?"

"Nothing, just..." I trail off, thinking of something that would not make me want to vomit, "The usual."

Daphne smiles at my reflection, turning to face me. She puts her hands on my shoulders and pulls me in for a hug, this not being very usual on her, I hesitate to wrap my arms around her. When I do, I sigh. "I am sure a class with Umbridge will cheer you up now." She sarcastically says.

Her humour makes me crack a genuine smile, which feels so odd nowadays. "I'll be lying if I say I'm not looking forward to it."

She pulls apart, her grey eyes looking surprised, "Are you?"

Being so close, I can see the grey patches under her eyes, her long eyelashes flicking open and close. She has thick eyebrows, rosy cheeks and lips. Her straight jet black hair makes her light eyes stick out to anyone's eyes, she is always saying she needs to grow her hair longer and longer, but it seems like it has not grown since the last time I saw her before the holidays.

Unlike Daphne, my brunette hair grows really quickly, which is at the same time good and annoying, at least for me. My hair goes to my waist, and I now wear it down. My hazel eyes do not stick out like hers do, but our pale skins look similar. We really do not look anything alike.

I click my tongue, "Please, I need to see for myself what everyone's been talking about, she can't be that bad."

"Well, she does look like a demon to me."  Daphne finally says.