All the Little Lies [WATTYS 2015 ENTRY]

Chapter Two

Draco's POV

"Have you seen the way those Gryffindor newbie twins' face went pale? Ha! Their face was priceless!", Crabbe told Goyle and I. These two decided to hit on the Patil or Palpatil? twins. I can't remember quite well, though. As if I give a care about those two.

Goyle spoke up next, saying, "Yeah. They both are stupid, believing in ghosts. They were horrified to death! Such wimps!". We all sat at our usual seat at the great hall, waiting for the meal to show up in an instant. Soon enough, the food showed up with its Halloween-themed feast food. Of course, it's Halloween! That's why Crabbe and Goyle made fun of those twins, why the food was decorated, as if meant to scare anyone, why Hermione was crying...

Shoot! Of course! That's why that damned Weasley made my Granger cry! How dare he!

Crabbe and Goyle munched onto their food with delight; Weasley and Potter seemed to have no care in the world. Damn it! Why are they cool with having someone missing at this time? My flower has been missing for what seems like hours!

I pushed the food in front of me. I lost my appetite. My flower has affected me in ways I have never knew. These past few days have left me hanging, pacing back and forth in my own room. I have been rethinking and thinking of anything but her. But my trying was useless. Heck, I even dreamt of her countless of times! I couldn't forget this girl, no way...

Out of a sudden, Professor Quirrell opened up the big, closed doors of the great hall. "There's a troll! A TROLL! Thought you ought to know...", he yelled, informing the whole student body and fainted. Everyone screamed, including me. Adrenaline rushed inside me. Panic naturally flowed in me, but not because of my safety.

My flower is still missing.

I quickly scurried. My Granger is in deep danger. But just my rotten luck, the prefect of Gryffindor, who just so happened to be blood-related to the guy who was the very specific reason as to why my flower has been crying her heart out as the mean words spit out of that damn Weasley's mouth.

"Where do you think you're going? Dumbledore said to follow your prefects", he said. I must've not heard that due to my panic back there. "But there's a girl who needs my help, she's somewhere out there!", I said, reasoning out. He eyed me cautiously, as if I was lying at all.

"Follow your prefect, child. I'm sure the professors can handle that themselves...", he answered me. I grumbled and let my feet betray the insides of my heart.

***

After dragging my ever stubborn ass in the Slytherin common room, I was about to go straight my room. Keyword? About to.

"There was this girl- Grinjer- as what I've heard has been rescued by Harry Potter and that redhead. Aaaah... Harry's so handsome! How I wish I could be his girlfriend in the future", one girl dreamily said. Another girl butts in, "I think it's more of a Granger, you idiot. But I don't mind your stupidity. If you wished Harry to be your boyfriend, sorry to spoil the beans, but I'm going to be his wife!". I turned my head to the gossip girls' conversation. What caught my attention was my flower. There was a good news and a bad one.

Bad? Weasley and Potter saved her, when it could've been me. Me. If that damned Weasley prefect didn't stop me, I should've saved my Granger. And to top it all off, those two idiots got the fame. Their names will be the only thing I'll hear for the rest of the day tomorrow. My dad would definitely scold at me for not bringing any glory or fame to my family name.

The good one? She was safe. That's all that matters.

I made my way to my room, again lockin it. I don't want anyone to ruin my slumber, knowing I'll dream of my unreachable flower. And sure enough, I slept with her in my mind, also clouding my dreams with nothing but her angelic face.