Arrabella Rufford. (Harry Potter Fan Fiction) [Being re-written.]

Chapter 4

I checked my phone. It was 10pm. I had no credit and I was waiting for my Dad to realise I wasn't home. It had been hours wondering around this village. I had gone into a woods and back out. Then back in through another entrance and now was completely lost. 

It wasn't raining but the night before It had been. Every once in a while water droplets would fall on head.  I was so cross, annoyed, pissed off every word that if you looked in a thesaurus you would see under "anger." 

I decided to give up and just sleep on the floor. One day of being in England my new "paradise" and now this. It was so uncomfortable; I could feel twigs riding up into my back, I had no pillow so I was using my arm and because it was a hot summers day I didn't have a jumper with me. It was freezing cold now. I felt a little on edge but eventually I got to sleep...

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"Bark! Bark! Bark!" screamed some sort of animal. I rubbed my eyes. Blinked a little. There stood a crazy looking, black eyed, sharpe teethed wolf. 

"AHHH!" I screamed. My heart was beating a million times a minute. I got up and ran faster than i did for the bottle of water. Faster than I had in my whole life. I was running endlessly . The woods didn't seem to stop. Tree after tree. Suddenly I tripped. 

Looking behind I guess I had lost the wolf. I sat there for a moment not really knowing what to do.

"Arrabella?" Whispered a familiar voice. I turned around to see Draco standing there.

"What are you doing here?" I screamed a little shocked.

"SHH! You might attract werewolves" He whispered pointing at the full moon.

"I think I’ve already done that," I whispered getting up. I brushed myself down. I must have looked like a mess. I explained what had happend after he had left. After that it was very quiet. He didn't seem like he wanted to speak. It was very awkward. He looked at me couple of times as if to say "I'm sorry."

"Why were you in the woods?" I asked to break the tension.

"Your Dad was worried sick. He tried to call you but you didn't have any signal. So he asked my Father and I to help him look for you." He said concerned "He thought that somebody had kidnap you," Looking at me 

"Why would somebody want to kidnap me?" I laughed.

"You look cold, do you want my jacket?” He asked obviously trying to change the subject. He put the jacket over my shoulder without a single word after that . The rest of the walk home it seemed like he was on edge. It was almost as if he was keeping something from me...