Pure as Snow

chapter 13 : Draco

“Pansy, we need to talk,” I said, pulling her aside.

She smiled. “What is it, Drakie?”

“Don’t call me that, we’re not together. Now, you stay away from Hanna. Do you hear me?” I spat at her.

She lost her smile. “You belong with me. You know that, Draco.”

I shook my head. “No. You blew it. You spread the stupid fucking rumor about me hitting you. That’s the last straw, Pansy. You and I will never, ever be together again, and it’s your entire fault.”

“But you always come back. This is all her fault!” She pouted.

“No, it’s not. I would’ve came crawling back to you after that one, Hanna or no Hanna. We’re through. So, you leave her alone. Got it?” I asked.

She nodded. “Got it.”

I left. I didn’t think she would take my warning seriously, but the first slip up she has and she’ll be wishing that she never touched a hair on Hanna’s head. I had no idea what this girl was doing to me, but I was beginning to like it. Maybe this was something that was meant to be, unlike Pansy and I.

I headed out to the entrance steps, where Hanna was the one waiting on me this time. I smiled at her, and she waved at me. This was going to be a big night. I could feel it. It could be one that makes us official, but is it too soon? I just got out of a relationship, and we’ve only known each other a little over two weeks. That might just be too soon.

“Hey,” she said and we started walking down the steps, “What do you want to do tonight?”

I thought for a second. “How about we just talk tonight? I’m just a little tired. If that’s alright with you?”

She nodded. “That’s perfect actually.”

We sat on the cold grass just above the shoreline of the lake. The wind blew and her hair swarmed around her face. It was truly a breath taking sight. One that made me realize how right this was. Hanna and Draco. We’re meant to be on some level.

“So, do you want to ask the first question?” she blushed, noticing my staring.

I sighed. “Alright then. I do have a question. What did you mean by falling for me would be like falling into a frozen lake?”

She smirked. “Well, you seem like you’re so full of secrets that you have a frozen outer layer to protect those secrets. Getting to know you is just putting the chisel in my hands. I can only get so much, but if I fall, then I could become sick from the cold of you.”

“But you’re willing to take that chance?”

She nodded. “I honestly am. I have a hard outer shell as well. I understand what it’s like to let people in. It’s a hard thing to do.”

“You have a hard outer shell?” I said in disbelief, “You seem so open.”

She shook her head. “I haven’t told you everything about my life. Just the safe stuff.”

“Do you mind telling?” I smirked.

“You already used your question, silly,” she said, poking me in the shoulder playfully, “but I still have a question.”

“Oh, yea? What is it then?”

“Well, with you being in Slytherin, this just seems like a pretty big deal. How do you feel about muggleborns?” she asked sheepishly.

I looked at her in surprise. I was not expecting that question. Not the slightest bit. It caught me a bit off guard. Why would she ask a question like that?

“You already used your question,” she said, answering what I had not meant to say out loud, “Please answer my question.”

I cleared my throat. “I’ve been taught that it’s not right for muggleborns to be here in the magical world. That they don’t deserve to be here amongst us wizards. Pureblood wizards that is. It would be a blemish on your reputation to even think about being with a muggleborn.”

She sighed. “That’s what you’ve been taught. I want to know how you feel about them. I want to know your own personal belief on this, not your parents.”

“Why do you want to know?” I asked again.

She shook her head. “You already asked your question. Please finish mine.”

I sighed just like she had. “I believe that they can do whatever they please as long as they don’t bother me. They can be in the wizarding world, no problem. Mixing with them. That’s a different story. You can’t mix. You just end up with dirty blood.”

She swallowed hard. “Is that your honest opinion?”

I nodded. “It is.”

“How would you feel if-“

I raised my hand to stop her. “You already asked your one question, silly.”

She nodded slowly, but was silent for the rest of the night. What did she mean by asking me that question? She couldn’t be a mudblood. Could she? I pushed that thought out of my mind. No, I choose not to believe it. It just isn’t possible. I, Draco Malfoy, do not fall for mudbloods, which means that she is not one.