Opposite Ends (Draco Malfoy)

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It was breakfast time. Eva wasn't very hungry, but she still tried to eat her toast. She sat next to Mattheo, and Draco was on the other side of him next to Zabini. Draco and Eva ignored one another.

"Oh shit." Mattheo remembered something. He finished chewing and told Eva, "Your brother is in the hospital wing."

"What'd he get himself into now?" She wondered.

"McLaggen cracked his skull in Quidditch with a bludger."

Draco scoffed.

Zabini chuckled, "I don't think it was an accident to be honest. I think McLaggen has something against Potty-boy like the rest of us do."

Eva instinctively came to his defense, "I may have a strong dislike for my brother, but I don't think I'd hit him in the head with a bludger. That genuinely could've killed him."

Zabini shrugged, "He's fine though. He's in the hospital wing."

Eva yawned and rested her head on her hand that was on the table.

Mattheo took notice of her tired state, "You didn't sleep very well last night, huh?"

"No."

"Neither did Draco."

"I can't wait for the Easter holidays. I love sleeping in." Eva didn't want to admit it, but she was concerned about Harry. He got his skull cracked, for Merlin's sake. Eva didn't tell anyone, but after breakfast she decided to go visit the hospital wing.

She opens the door to it and hears her brother's voice say "Someone's coming."

"It's just me." She approached the bed he was on.

"What are you doing here?"

Eva frowned, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks."

An elf wearing mismatched socks appeared from behind the bed that Harry was sitting on, "Evangeline Potter, it's a pleasure to see you again."

"Oh my god. I remember you!" She exclaimed, "You dropped a cake on Aunt Marge!"

The elf looked guilty, "Oh..yeah."

"What is your name, again?"

"It's Dobby."

Eva smiled, "Nice to formally meet you, Dobby."

Harry clears his throat, "Sorry to interrupt, but again, why are you here, 'Angeline?"

She huffed, "I just wanted to check on you. I heard you were here after an incident in Quidditch."

"Oh. I'm fine. But can we talk?"

"About what, Harry?"

"What's going on."

"I know what's going on." Her irritation with him began to appear again.

"Do you? Because you didn't believe me when I told you Malfoy was a death eater. On top of that, you knowingly hang out with Voldemort's son."

She went silent.

"What? Why are you suddenly quiet?"

Eva looked out the window, "Harry, don't just go around telling people that."

"I'm not. You think anyone is gonna believe me? Most people didn't believe me when I said Voldemort was back. I was telling you because for some reason you're his friend. And I want you safe."

"We aren't really friends anymore." She folded her arms, still not making eye contact with him.

"Good."

"Good? Fuck you, Harry."

"He's an asshole, Eva. Why?"

"He can be one, but he has a good heart. He just sucks at showing it."

"And why would you want to be around someone like that?"

"Well, he's been more open with me than you have. So, screw you."

"You need to get over it, Eva. We have bigger things to worry about. Voldemort wants us dead and Malfoy is helping him."

"Because he doesn't have a choice!" She defended. 

He rolled his eyes, "Eva this is-"

"I don't wanna hear it! You're such a prick!" She storms off.