[Wattys '13 FINALIST] How Can I Love You When I Hate You So Much? (Draco Malfoy)

How Can I Love You When I Hate You So Much? (Draco Malfoy) Chapter 7

Okay, so I wrote chapter 7 once already, and my android decided to delete it. Gasp! It's okay, though, I didn't like it anyway. I was depressed when I wrote it, not in the character of Jez at all. I am a firm believer that if you are going to write a character, you should be able to get into that character when you are portraying them. But with this story it's easy because I modeled Jez after my own personality. Scary, right? Anyway, now that this god-awful long A/N is done, on with chapter 7

Chapter 7 Well that was unexpected...

Draco's POV (new right?)

I watched as Jez walked into the great hall for lunch. My gaze seemed to be drawn to her no matter where we were. I couldn't figure out why I was so fascinated with her. She was definitely fascinating. No one had ever blown me off like she had at the train station. I could tell she was interested, but then she just walked away, like I wasn't good enough. Me! Draco fucking Malfoy, not good enough! But I was beginning to think she might be right. 

She locked eyes with me and smiled that adorable lopsided smile, and I couldn't help but smile back. I motioned for her to join me, but she shook her head. 

"Why are you watching that mudblood loving freak, Drakie? I'm sitting right here! You know, me, your girlfriend?!" I winced as her voice raised three octaves, to a level that only dogs could hear. 

"Fuck, Parkinson, how many times can I say it? Just because we shag, doesn't mean we are together. You are just easy." I rolled my eyes as she whimpered, her lip trembling, before she stood up and stomped away. Blaise chuckled from my other side. 

"You hot for that morph, Drake?" He asked bluntly. I scoffed. 

"Right. I totally want a freaky mudblood lover." I said. Blaise cocked an eyebrow before turning back toward the Gryffindor table where Jez was hiding, her hair Weasley red. 

"She is fucking hot though. And the powers she has are a major turn on. Ya know I hear her mum was one of the most gifted Seers ever. And a crazy high up Death Eater in the first war. You-Know-Who killed her for having a vision of Scarhead taking him down. Her dad tried to fight him on it and he killed him too." I choked on my pumpkin juice. 

"Her parents were Death Eaters? How d'you know that?" Blaise shrugged but didn't answer. I turned when I heard Jez squeal playfully. 

"It's true. I would wither away without you, Fredrick!" She threw her arms around the neck of one of the Weasel twins and I felt my jaw tighten. The daughter of one of those most powerful Death Eaters of their day, best friends with one of the least respected wizarding families ever. I felt sick. I stood quickly and stomped out of the Great Hall. I had to confirm what Blaise had said. Could she really be the daughter of two Death Eaters? I stomped toward the dungeons, nearly bowling over the person I had been looking for. I didn't beat around the bush. 

"Were Jez's parents Death Eaters?" I asked my head of house and godfather. He raised one black eyebrow. 

"How does this information concern you, Malfoy?" He asked in his slow, drawling, annoying, better-than-you voice. I ground my teeth together. He continued anyway. "Two of the best. Both personally and painfully killed by the Dark Lord himself. Now mind your own business and get to class." He walked away before I could respond. 

"Why does that even matter?" A voice asked from behind me. I cringed at it's uncharacteristic sharpness. Jez was back to her Slytherin green. Her eyes, which reminded me of my own, were steely and hard. "Digging for more dirt on me to throw in my face? Ae you going to call my orphanage and see if I wet the bed? Look up my first boyfriend, see if I was a bad kisser? That's fucking low, Draco, dragging my parents and their bad choices into the ridiculous feud you haver with me for some reason. Go ahead, announce it to the whole school. I can't wait to hear the jokes. The daughter of two of the most 'respected' Death Eaters is sitting with a mudblood and the blood traitor Weasleys." I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her. The air quotes she put around respected made me cringe. I grabbed her shoulders. 

"Calm down, Hawthorne. I wasn't going to tell anyone. Although, you make a valid point. What is the daughter of two powerful Death Eaters doing at the mudblood table?" Jez made a weird, spluttery, scoff-like noise and shook her head like she couldn't believe my question. 

"You are the dumbest smart person I have ever met. You think I want to be anything like that? They spent their whole lives dedicated to that stupid pointless cause because they couldn't stand it that lineage didn't matter. It's fucking obvious that it doesn't. The person that's going to have the second highest grades in our year is a muggle-born. Trust me, I know. I'm a freak, remember?" She tapped her temple for emphasis before continuing, waving her arms around like a lunatic. "My parents were so focused on making the world 'better' for me and all they succeeded in doing is ruining my life. You think I want to be like them? Where you come from doesn't matter. It's where you plan on taking that pretty little head of yours, darling. You are paying so much attention to where you and everyone else has been, you have no idea what direction you are even going in." She grabbed my hand suddenly then, running her finger slowly across a line on my palm. "You have a lot of decisions to make soon, honey. Tread carefully. Focus on your own life, and stay the fuck out of mine, ferret." She threw my hand back to my side before storming off, leaving me in the hall. Wait, what the hell just happened?