D.L.M || One-Shots

The beginning- or the end ?

I'm in my sixth year at Hogwarts and until now I was a nobody. No one saw me, no one really knows me and I'm fine with it. At the beginning, it hurt me. I felt alone, left out and had this immense pressure on my back to gain friends because otherwise I would miss out on everything. Still, I never really met a friend who turned out to be my best friend. It just never happened, either they already had a best friend so I was "only" a close friend or I messed it up.
I would say I know some people because we go to the same classes and sometimes we do group work, like every school does but that's also it. Does it hurt me ? Not as much as in the beginning, I would use bearable or describe it as I am used to it. It's alright, you learn how to live with it. The friends I have I am grateful for. Furthermore, I like to be invisible, kind of.
The last five years were nice, quiet, just went by. The holidays I spend at my mum's house, because my father wasn't or isn't and won't be in the picture. It's something I don't like to talk about and don't do often.
Somehow this year feels different, not the usual way. Not in the way of: oh I'm going to put more effort into my outfits and I'm going to do more for school. No. Not like that. More of a bad gut feeling. Like you can feel it in your bones that something is about to happen. It's darker, quieter and somehow this feels peaceful. Only time will tell. It doesn't make sense to worry now. I learned it the hard way.
What we all know is that he's back and he's powerful. Getting more powerful every day. The news talks about some attacks and people whisper, scared.
It's horrible to think of someone less worthy because of their origin. I will never, ever, understand this way of thinking. I don't accept it either. If I have an opinion I stand up for it. My mum taught me this, I truly adore and love her.

I'm standing in my childhood room, currently. Looking over my bag, checking if I have everything for the fourth time.
I like even numbers.
My mum is downstairs and waits for me to come down, so she can bring me to the train station, just the way she always does. It's hard to leave her, but I know that she busies herself, which helps her. She's a healer and it is her lifetime passion. It's nearly magical to watch how her eyes light up when she talks about work. If I want to reach something in my life, my only goal is to be like her. It's to be her.
I let my bag float down the stairs that I used as a slide when I was younger and next to the door stands my mother, with a smile on her face. I smile back and we take off.

Hugging her goodbye and taking my bag with me. I board the train and it's— empty. Nearly entirely empty. Just a few students, I guess the people are more scared than I thought. What isn't surprising is that most of them are from Slytherin. I wouldn't say I hate them— and this may be surprising but I also got sorted into Slytherin. I cried a whole week, because my mum is from Gryffindor and I wanted to be like her, want to be. It didn't make sense, why would I be in Slytherin. Honestly, they scared me as a kid. It's also maybe a part of the reasons why I don't have a lot of close friends. I never really tried to fit in, adapt to their rules. Not all of them are bad, for some their life is difficult as well. Just like it's for everyone. They kind of have to be the way they are. Parents have a lot of influence on you as a child and they all want to look good in their social circles. It's kind of a vicious circle.
We all have problems, difficulties in life and have to find a way to live with it and I don't think that there's someone who doesn't care about people's opinions.
I find a cart to sit in and make myself comfortable. I have the whole one for myself. First, I place my bag next to me and then take out my book and sink deeper into the seat. Hopefully, it will all work out.

After some reading I fall asleep, deeply.
Suddenly i'm being woken up, someone is shaking me gently, saying my name over and over again. „Liz...Liz come on wake up....hey...". I slowly open my eyes and stretch out. My back and knees have this weird  feeling whenever you keep them in a position too long without moving. I don't register who talks to me, or who just woke me up but I feel that it's cold, really cold. Actually it's freezing which makes me wonder, since it's summer. Goosebumps are all over my arms and i shudder, then I freeze. Draco Malfoy is standing right in front of me, crouched down to my level. He now stands back upright and has a neutral mimicry. His eyes look tired though. "Hey, sorry to wake you but there are some problems with the train... It's also why it's so cold. You might want to-" "Draco man there you are- wait... why would you- what are you" Blaise looks at me, watches me from my head to toes. It makes me shudder again, his gaze doesn't feel right. Then he looks at Draco with a shocked expression. If his gaze wouldn't make me feel so itchy and uncomfortable I would say his shock is equivalent to mine. Why would Draco wake me, it doesn't make any sense. This is when it clicks in my head, he used my name? He- we never ever talked to each other or had any type of interaction over the five years. Partially, it's because I don't want to be seen with him or- talking to him. All the girls drool over him, it feeds his ego, like I eat my chips and ice cream while I'm on my period. He thinks so highly of himself and is just so confident, arrogant, cocky and- "Let me be Blaise and f*ck off. I will join you in a second" Draco tells Blaise with a certain kind of attitude, Blaise just shakes his Head, takes one last look at me and leaves. „Anyway, I'm leaving just wanted to let you know what there is something wrong with the Train since you're here all alone". I don't know why but I can't force myself to say something and just nod, sitting up higher in my seat. Draco turns around scoffs and just as he's about to be out of my view, I whisper a thank you under my breath, so quiet and rushed that he probably didn't hears it but he does. He turns around looks at me, his gaze feels like he looks under all of my skin layers, as in he's figuring me out, this instant. It's something I never felt before in my gut, a feeling I can't describe. He nods and then closes the compartment leaving. I breathe out a long breath I didn't even knew, I was holding.