Say Something

Chapter 6

Draco unhesitatingly sat down beside me and nudged my arm gently. He smirked as he noted my shocked expression.

"What are you doing all the way out here Melody?"

I held up my book and Draco laughed, it was a very pleasant sound. A sound I realized, I had never really heard before. I heard no malice or disdain, just sincerity.

"Do you do that a lot? Come here I mean?"

"Usually. It's peaceful here. I'm not having the best day, reading helps."

"Well, I'm not sure if Heathcliff and Catherine will be able to help you much, they're a rather toxic pair."

"You know "Wuthering Heights"?"

"Does it shock you?" Draco teased.

"Very much so Mr. Draco Pureblood Malfoy."

Draco threw his head back and laughed heartily. I forced the smile from my lips but it was difficult, the sound was so infectious.

"Believe it or not, I actually find Muggles rather fascinating. My father despises them of course which is all the more intriguing. I found "Wuthering Heights" utterly boring though. I'm not much for romance, but I'll read "Catcher in the Rye" any day."

"Muggle and American? Well Draco, you have surprised me again. But how could you not adore "Wuthering Heights", its pure poetry. 'If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger...' You can't fabricate emotion like that."

Draco was gaping at me, I found my cheeks reddening quickly. "Well it definitely sounds a lot damn better when you say it."

My heart rate quickened, what was wrong with me? Draco seemed so normal sitting beside me. But I couldn't forget my suspicions of him. Draco somehow knew of my ability, and I had to be wary of him for that.

"What are you doing out here and so far away from the dungeons? Following me perhaps?"

"Not purposefully Melody, I just saw you walking alone and was wondering what you were up to."

"Why?" I asked utterly confused.

Draco hesitated for a moment and stared out at the forest. He was deliberating something and I had no idea what because his mind was still completely dark to me. I furrowed my eyebrows towards him. He laughed when he realized I was staring.

"I'm not insane you know."

"Perhaps not, but you've hardly said more than three civilized words to me. You've called me a 'mudblood lover' on your best day and now all the sudden you are talking to me like we're friends."

"I'd like to be..." Draco said cautiously.

"Why? What's changed Draco?"

"I think I'm just beginning to see you in a different light."

I stared at Draco completely baffled. His voice sounded sincere but I had no idea what was behind his words because his mind was still dark. What was he hiding? But as I gazed into his perfect blue eyes, I found myself trusting him. How could I trust Draco Malfoy after all the years of torture he had inflicted on my best friends? He had reduced Hermione to tears several times, continuously judged Ron's large, working class family and even more recently; broken Harry's nose. How could I possibly even consider trusting him?

Draco's face was dangerously close to mine as I attempted to respond. His hands were tightened into fists on his lap, he was still deliberating with himself, and I didn't need to read his silent mind to know that, he was conflicted--but about what?