Always Yours

Not Bloody Gryffindor Again

Disclamer: I don't own Harry Potter. Never ever. It belongs to J.K. Rowling!

"Drakey! Over here!"

Draco groaned in frustration as he entered the Great Hall that filled with students and found Pansy's figure in the crowd, waving hysterically from her seat. He could see a vacant seat between her and Blaise, which presumably was saved for him. Theo and Greg were sitting in front of them, waving their hands also. Draco smirked as he walked through their seat.

Before taking his seat, Draco shifted his gaze around the Great Hall, looking for a certain black hair witch then frowned because she was nowhere to be seen. Wasn't she supposed to be here?

"What's wrong, Drakey? Looking for someone?" Pansy asked, pulling on his robe so that he could sit next to him. Blaise shifted away for a bit, trying to avoid his blonde friend who almost stumbled at him due to Pansy's hard pulling. Theo and Greg merely shook their head at them.

"For fuck's sake, Pansy! Calm your arse, yeah?" Draco grumbled, rubbing his poor back and wondering why the heck girls got abusive toward him today. First, he had gotten slapped loads of time by Cleora and now Pansy pulled him with no mercy! "I wasn't looking for someone, just admiring how bloody well the Great Hall looked after the war. They fixed Hogwarts real good, don't you think?"

Greg shrugged, nonchalantly. "Whatever. I just wish the ceremony will start soon. Man, I'm really hungry."

The four other Slytherins just rolled their eyes.

Draco looked around again, still hoping to find Cleora Ramsey's tall figure in the room, but alas couldn't find her. Earlier when they got off the train, he had left her without saying any word at all. He didn't mean to be rude, no, he was just simply tired and wanted to get to Hogwarts as soon as possible. No, correct that, actually it was more like he wanted to get away from her.

He still remembered how her face looked like when he was about to leave her. The girl looked annoyed, yet Draco could see somehow she was a little disappointed and sad. He suddenly felt a pang of guilty because of this and realise that he shouldn't have leave her like that.

His steel grey eyes accidentally settled on Gryffindor's table and saw the Golden Trio, chatting with other Gryffindors about Merlin knows what. They all looked happy and relieved that The Dark Lord was now defeated, especially Potter.

Memories of the war suddenly emerged on his head.

Dumbledore's calm face when Draco was about to murder him.. His aunt Bella's crazy laugh... Death Eaters meeting... The way Voldemort killed Charity Burbage in his house and he witnessed it right with his eyes.. Room of Requirement.. Vincent Crabbe died..

Draco didn't even notice he was shivering now. He rolled up the sleeves of his robe a little bit, revealing the dark mark on his forearm.

"Mate, you alright?" Blaise asked, putting his hand on one of Draco's shoulder. He took a glance at Pansy, Theo, and Greg who had the same concerned faces then looked at the blond again.

Taking a deep breath and rolled the sleeves back to cover the mark, he replied. "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" it was Theo now who asked him.

"Yes, I am! Now shut up before you guys give me a bloody headache." he snapped as he rubbed his temple slowly with a foul expression on his pale face.

At the same time, Professor McGonagall came into the Great Hall, with none other than Cleora Ramsey trailing from behind. Unlike other students that had their uniform under the robes, she still had her muggle outfit underneath her plain black Hogwarts robe without the house badge and colour on it, which usually was given to the first year students before they got sorted to their houses.