Malicious: Book Two (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 5

I strolled around Hogsmeade, but I couldn't find anything that Evelyn liked. On the plus side, though, I was planning to get flowers sent to her dorm.

After strolling around a few more shops, I found it.

It was simplistic, a circular pendant on a necklace with a hare and sun in the centre and intricate vine details and a tree surrounding its edges. It was perfect.

I bought it, not taking any notice of its price. My family undeniably had money.

Making my way back to Hogwarts, I began to plan some sort of speech.

"I want you to forgive me..." I whispered as silently as I could to myself, "I don't know how much I can handle not being with you. I..."

I wanted to puke at my own mushiness. I decided to make it up when I finally got to carry out my plan.

It was already afternoon by the time I got back. I had already written a letter to send to her at eight, which said:

Evelyn,

We need to talk, and you know it. Meet me at the Quidditch pitch at eight thirty. Please.

~Love, Draco

I knew Daphne would help convince her to come. I'd told her when I was going to send the letter, so that she could ensure she'd be around.

At six, I rushed to the pitch. I was ready to set everything up.

Evelyn's POV

I groaned, Daphne's alarm clock crying out at around quarter to eight. I slammed my book down next to me, jokingly.

"What was that for?" I asked.

Daphne didn't reply, she just gave me a wry smile.

At eight, an owl knocked on our window loudly. I instantly knew who's it was, and almost ignored it.

"Get it, then," Daphne grumbled, "That bloody bird isn't going to stop knocking."

If I didn't know any better, I'd have assumed that she knew the owl was Draco's. But they weren't close. She had no reason to be aware of it.

I snatched the letter out of the owl's claws, earning a small scratch on the back of my hand. His owl was cunning, alright. Suited its owner well.

I opened the letter and my eyes widened.

"Who's it from?" Daphne asked casually. She leaned over my shoulder.

"Oh my god! Eve, you have to go. If he wants to sort things out, this is your chance," Daphne squealed, jumping up and down beside me.

I grabbed my Slytherin scarf and put on my robe after it, heading to the pitch.

I wasn't prepared for what I saw when I got there.