All the Little Lies [WATTYS 2015 ENTRY]

Chapter Nine

Draco's POV

It's as if the whole world stopped whatever the hell they're keeping themselves busy off: children stopped running, women stayed still from sweeping their house's floor, men were as still as statues and have their construction site's development stop for a second. I couldn't even grab the information given to me. Was the universe joking and laughing its ass off to its extent that I, of all the goddamn muggles, wizards and witches in this world?

The next days were pretty rough to even handle, but that didn't stop me from standing in front of the Eiffel Tower today. I smiled, getting my new camera. I have been picturing the spots she wanted to go. I was planning on developing all these pictures and anonymously give them to her. That'll be impossible, for now, though. I have to place it on her bed in the Gryffindor. Of course, I wouldn't let anyone from Gryffindor slip the letter. He might tell my identity by Hermione casting her spells.

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Up to this day, with me sitting in a sofa while watching landscapes pass by through the window,hearing the ongoing steam of the train. It was the only thing that kept me awake. Apparently, what my mom said haunted me even in my slumber. Her words lurked deep within my dreams.

It was too much to keep in mind. Or course, it wasn't easy for my mom as well. She was torn as she told me every detail further to reason out as to why my father acted such a thing on about me and my liking for my Granger. His persuading, threatening and reminding would never stop me, not a chance at all. I was really head over heels for her, whether he likes it or not. And if he ever plans on arranging me in a marriage with any other decent girl, so help me God I will put a stop on the engagement first hand. The thought angered me alone. No one controls my life, and I'll do the heck I want with it, even if it means betraying the own father.

Granger entered a room with Weasley and Potter. Such bad luck. I knew my only chance was back at second year in this same train. I blew it up by saying she's a mudblood. I cursed loudly, not even giving a damn if anyone hears it. I let my efforts a year before go to waste.

I allowed myself a nap, letting me drift into a dreamless one, which I gladly thanked for.

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The past few months has been crap, I tell you. The three musketeers have done nothing but talk to Professor Lupin. Speaking of the person, he is not around, which I see as suspicious because he usually does that: comes in our classes, then misses the other ones next. It has been pretty a habit for him, and he stays on getting paid. The hell with that.

She sat in the middle of the room, me being in the corner somewhere. Snape comes in and closes all the wndows, making the room darker with a flick of his wand, not uttering a single word. "Turn to page 394", he says. I obeyed and did what he asked of us. "Excuse me, Sir, but where's Professor Lupin?", Potter asks. I didn't pay attention to whatever Snape stuttered as I stole a glance to my Granger who was flicking her book quite swiftly, I might say. "But Sir, this is a topic of werewolves. We're still halfway there", she comments. Pretending he didn't hear her voice, he goes on with his lesson and lights up the old film projector. "... and calls for his fellow by howling". "Awooooo!", I said, acting out as a werewolf. Crabbe, Goyle and I laughed our asses out. "Thank you for the sample, Mr. Malfoy. As I was saying...", Professor Snape continued on the lecture. I looked back at my flower to see her looking in my way before rollng her eyes and getting back on what Professor Snape is babbling about. I chuckled. Sassy, huh?

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I looked down and see the piles of pumpkins. It has been a week or two since my ginger flower rolled her eyes at me, which I liked all too much, being the silly me. Hagrid's hut lies beside it. Buckbeak, which I think the creature is called, was tied with a help of a rope and a wood. Crabbe and Goyle accompanied me to verify that the creature who caused to enough harm is to killed. I didn't like the sound of it. Me being mean and devilish to others is just a simple facade, as to what I've mentioned before. Footsteps were all I heard and before I took a glance, I was faced up with Hermione, following a punch from her. Ow, that hurt.

I held up my face, sensing that Crabbe and Goyle assisted me in getting up. A tip of someone's wand was all I felt on my chin, lifitng my head high. It was Granger. My Granger.

"You filthy, little cockroach!", she yelled, fuming with anger. Weasley sets a hand on her shoulder, saying, "He's not worth it". She let go and headed to Hagrid's.

That was a scene I didn't expected. As what I'd like to say, expect the unexpected.

Speaking of unexpected, I knew Hermione's Time Turner. And I quickly ran to get my supplies.

I was helping her to save Buckbeak's and Sirius Black's life. Secretively.