Scream & Whisper (Draco Malfoy)

Chapter 7

Draco has been acting strange lately and he don't want to tell me why.

We were in Slytherin's common room. I was sitting on the floor, because I just love sitting on the floor, no matter how much chairs or beds or whatever is in the room.

Pansy Parkinson was talking with her friends watching me. She is really a gossip girl.

"Do you know what the fuck is wrong with Draco?", I heard a voice and I looked at Zabini. He sat next to me.

"I don't know", I said sincerely. "He's hidding something. And he don't want help."

"You know, when we were at the Hogwarts Express, he told us something", he said.  "He said that the You-know-who gave him a task."

I stoop up watching him like he was insane. "What?!", I said maybe too loud.

"Be quiet", Zabini snapped. "No one can know."

"Why he doesn't told me anything?"

"Maybe he don't want you to be concerned."

That can't be true. I have to talk with him.

"Where's he now?", I asked Zabini.

"In his room."

I can't believe it! That is so important! How is that possible? Draco is just sixteen!

I was so confused. I didn't knocked on his door, I walked in like police.

He was in his bed. His eyes were wide open. He looked like he's sick.

"Draco", I said moving closer to his bed. "I need to talk to you."

He looked at my eyes.

"It's really hard for me, and I know it is hard for you. But I have to know... Did Dark Lord gave you a task or something?", I whispered.

I could see a madness in his eyes when I mentioned Dark Lord. He jumped out of his bed and pressed me against the wall. He did it so quickly that I coudn't do anything.

"Who told you that?", he said and I could see that he was very angry.

I was really scared. "Zabini. Is that true, Draco?"

His hand was on my wrist and he squeezed it painfully. "Draco, you're hurting me", I said. "Stop it!"

He moved his hand and turned away. "I want to know what's wrong with you.", I said. My wrist is hurting, that's gonna leave the bruise for sure.

"I'm sorry", he said. "I didn't want to hurt you."

"Tell me what's in your head", I said. "I want to know what you thinking, what is your dream. I want to know why you being so nice when we are alone and why you become the most arogant boy in a bigger group of people. I want to know what do you think in the middle of the night and in the sunrise. I want to be there for you."

His grey eyes found mine. "I want know you too", he said. "But I don't even know myself."

"Let's find out who we are then", I said and smiled at him. He took my hand and moved closer to me.

The next thing I knew he had slammed his lips to mine. His hand drifted to my hip and pulled me closer. My hands were locked around his neck. My brain lit on fire and I could barely breath, but in a good way. Then I realize that I don't want him to stop.

When we broke apart for air, he smiled and I smiled back.

"It's very nice to know you", he said.