Half-Blood (Draco Malfoy)

Feelings are REALLY confusing

The week dragged on slowly as I waited for the events of this coming weekend. On Friday, we agreed to meet in an old shack in the back of Hogsmeade to organize Dumbledore's army. On Sunday night I will be leaving for Camp to celebrate Thanksgiving. 

I knew that I really needed to work ahead so I don't get behind while I'm gone, but my procrastination has been insane this week. I just want this week to be over.

Ever since Friday night, people have been constantly coming up to me and asking all sorts of ridiculous questions. I guess Pansy's big mouth is even bigger than I thought. I was trying my hardest to let the comments fly over me, but it's been getting harder. After some fourth years approached me in the halls about giving them advice to sneak into their girlfriends' common rooms, I was officially over it.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione were too focused on the meeting this weekend to even care about my situation. The most I got out of them was a comment now and then about how I should ignore it until it dies down. Ginny was good to talk to, but as soon as people started seeing us spending more time together, they started grilling her with "what actually happened that night" and "I can't believe your sister is dating a Malfoy" and even crazier accusations. After that she kept her distance. 

The only person I really wanted to talk to was Leo. I tried messaging him a few times, but they stopped going through after last time. I knew he was avoiding me. I have no idea what he could be thinking, but I knew I would find out on Monday morning when I see him. 

After classes on Wednesday, I decided to go for a walk outside of the castle. It was getting chillier, and I needed a break from the constant gossip and stress. I grabbed my scarf from my dormitory and headed down toward Hagrids.

Hagrid is supposed to take me back to Camp overnight on Sunday. I haven't seen him much since school began, but I know he's been busy this year. Even Harry has hardly seen him. I get to his house, and take a deep breath outside. It was quite cozy this time of year. He had huge pumpkins growing right outside, which Fang was running around to keep the pests out. 

I knock on the door a few times. He opens the door, telling me that he is quite busy, but that he will meet me outside the castle on Sunday evening. He gives me a quick hug, and sends me on my way with an abnormally large pumpkin cookie that he must've just baked. 

I walk back up toward the castle, stopping and sitting on the ground just outside the entrance. I take in the crisp air and eat my pumpkin cookie. If there's anything Hagrid is good at, it's baking. I sit here for quite a while, thinking, before coming to the conclusion that I should try to get some of my work done for next week.

Before I move, Malfoy strolls out of the castle, headed down the hill toward the Forbidden Forest. 

"Hey," I say, catching him off guard. He stops in his tracks, as if I've caught him doing something he shouldn't. 

He turns, walking back up towards me and says, "Gooden, what are you doing out here?"

"Just taking a break from the madness, and you?" I look at him skeptically. He sits on the ground a few feet away from me, now both of us leaning against the cold stone of the castle.

"Me as well." He says, "Was actually thinking of a way to hex Pansy so she keeps her big mouth shut." He chuckles.

"Well if you find a way, let me know," I smirk, shaking my head, "You know, this morning a young Slytherin girl actually threatened to hex me if I don't- what was it- stay away from her man? -I think is how she phrased it. Was rather funny." I chuckle.

He laughs. An actual real laugh. It is kind of nice to talk to someone who actually gets it. 

We sit in a comfortable silence for a few minutes, taking in our surroundings. Eventually, I stand.