Transfixed: A Draco Malfoy Fanfiction

Chapter 11

I woke up slowly, a cozy blanket wrapped tightly around me. I could hear the crackling log fire still burning from last night. My eyes fluttered open, and I let out a big yawn.

"Harry?" I mumbled sleepily as I sat up. I looked around the common room to see that I was alone. I peered out the window to see that the sun was just beginning to rise. I scratched my head, confused. Did Harry leave during the night? Just as I was about to stand up, my eyes focused on a small piece of paper tucked into the couch cushion. I reached into the cushion and pulled it out, my name scribbled on the front. I turned the piece of parchment over to find Harry's writing.

Audrey,

I'm sorry I had to leave, but Dumbledore and I needed to meet early this morning. I'll hopefully be in the Great Hall for breakfast. I hope you're feeling better today. I enjoyed being with you.

-H

I shook my head, not believing that Harry and I kissed. When Harry and I broke up, it seemed fitting. We seemed to work better as friends, as a team, but I couldn't deny that things were never quite right. He and I would always smile at each other a little longer than we did other people, always feel a shiver whenever our hands would accidentally touch.

When I met Timmy, he seemed just as wonderful but without the danger of being Harry Potter's girlfriend. Nonetheless, no matter how much Timmy and I were together, I couldn't change the fact that he was shallow. Just not deep like Harry, and just not as brave. As for Malfoy, I couldn't even comprehend my interactions with him. I think it was just the mystery of it all, the excitement. He was different from any of my friends, and we both seemed to understand each other in a different way. He was the only person I'd ever met who had as many secrets as me. He was okay with all of my craziness and I was okay with all of his.

However, in the end it was just all a scam. He took advantage of my vulnerability with the letters to help him with his stupid cabinet. And I was so stupid that I didn't see what was coming. I stayed with him even when I knew that he hexed one of my friends, Katie Bell. I never even turned him in. God, what was wrong with me? I'd been helping a criminal. How was I ever going to forgive myself? I couldn't. But I could turn it around now and stay as far away from Malfoy as possible.

Realizing that I could still get up to the dormitory without Hermione knowing I was gone, I tip toed up the stairs and shuffled quietly into the dorm. Hermione was turned away from me, her breathing still slow and steady. I took a sigh of relief and got into my four poster bed. Just as I was about to close my eyes, Hermione rolled over and stretched her arms. I guessed it was time to get up.

"Morning," Hermione said, sitting on the edge of her bed. Her brown hair looked crazy like it always did when she first woke up.

"Good morning," I replied as I pretended to be tired. "How was your sleep?"

"It was fine," she said as she got out of bed. " I bet yours wasn't great, given the state you were in last night."

"Ermmm.... Actually it wasn't bad," I said as I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I couldn't tell her about Harry, could I? Well, at least not yet. Hermione looked at me.

"Well, that's good," she said as she pulled her robes out of the wardrobe. "Can you tell me what happened yet?"

"No," I answered, a little too quickly. "I mean, no, I don't feel like it's a good idea." Hermione shook her head.

"Alright," she said. "Just trying to help."

"Thanks," I said. "I do appreciate it."

"Well anyway," she started, "excited for potions today?"