Who Are You? (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 4: The Fine Line

I swiveled around to see Draco leaning against the wall, a smirk growing on his face as he realizes he caught me. I let out a tired sigh, not really wanting to deal with him right now. "It's not what it seems, Draco." I say honestly and he pushes himself off of the wall, raising his eyebrows at me in disbelief. "Really? I haven't seen Weaselbee with another girl besides Granger. And now he just comes out of the Library with you and runs off before anyone can see? Very suspicious, Crowe." he says as he waltzes over to me and I frown.

"I was only helping him with some school work." I say and Draco raises his eyebrow. "You helped him? Why on earth would you waste your time helping others?" he sneers and I ball my fists together, trying to remain calm. "Because I don't like to see other people failing. He was in trouble in one of his classes so I helped him figure it out. That's it." I say truthfully and he scoffs.

"Aren't Ravenclaws supposed to be the ones who stab each other in the back trying to get the better grades?" he chastises and I give him a small glare. "Don't go stereotyping me just because of what House I was put in, Malfoy. Some people aren't what they seem." I snap and he smirks. "Oh I'm sure." he says before putting a hand on my shoulder, making me give him a confused look.

"I took what you said earlier into consideration." he murmurs and my eyes widen. "So you're over it?" I ask hopefully and he gives me an even look, taking a deep breath before shaking his head. His hand falls from my shoulder and he begins chuckling, giving me a smirk as I stared at him in disbelief. "Of course I'm not over it, Crowe. In fact, you've just made this a lot harder for yourself. It'll give me great pleasure to see you squirm uncomfortably in front of people who gather around to see us fight. You won't get me again." he says and I felt a bit of fear rise up in my stomach.

"No, please Draco, no. I just want peace." I beg and he scoffs. "There's a fine line between wanting peace and wanting to run away. Are you sure it's peace you want?" he says with a smirk and my shoulders sag. "Why me?" I ask and he ponders my question for a moment before shrugging. "You're the first Mudblood to actually fight with me. Granger just has her little friends stand up to me now. But you don't have any of those, do you? You have to fight your own battles and it's hilarious seeing you try to get away from me." he says and I back up a few steps, not liking where this was going.

"Draco, don't." I ask and he grins, walking towards me again while I continue to back up until I hit a wall. I look at him with wide eyes and he chuckles. "You're not so tough when you don't have people surrounding you in our little fights, are you Crowe?" he sneers and I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself down. This man was the one responsible for my parents...and now he's threatening me. No, no it's not him, it's his father. He's just easier for me to blame.

"Please, I need to go study for class." I whisper and Malfoy puts a hand against the wall, making me flinch slightly. Is this how my parents were killed? Cornered and left begging for mercy? "You've brought this on yourself. You should've never tried to run from me, Crowe." he says lowly and I push him away, taking a few steps to the left so that I wasn't cornered anymore. "Just stay away from me, Malfoy!" I scream and he smirks, crossing his arms.

"And why would I do that?" he asks and I take a few steps back, knowing that I had a clear shot to run through the hallways if I needed to. "Is that all you do? Run away from your problems? Is that what your parents teach you? Is that all a Mudblood can do?" he antagonizes and at the mention of my parents I become rigid. I stared at him with utter disbelief in my eyes before I felt anger start to surge through my body. I was shaking in pain and rage as I glared at him and I felt tears coming to my eyes. "Go to Hell, Malfoy." I snarl and I see the shock on his face, but I don't stay a moment longer. I turn around and I run, hoping that I could get as far away from him as possible. How dare he bring my parents up. Of all things, my parents. The ones his father MURDERED.