The "Chosen One" has a Sister. ( Harry Potter Fan Fic )

Break-Chapter Sixteen

~Aislinn's POV~

It seemed like these past few weeks have just been the calm after the storm. I still wasn't speaking to Harry, but I knew that I wasn't planning on not speaking to him forever. I just wanted him to give me a sincere apology and finally realize after all of this that I needed space. I just don't know about him anymore. I mean, I thought it was gonna be great, finally meeting my super famous brother and all, but I guess it wasn't all it's cracked up to be. I've just been seeing Harry everytime when I'm with Draco. Even if I just accidentally bump into him in the corridor and give him a quick hug, I just see Harry hurrying past with his eyes locked on me. I don't know how he manages to do it, but I sure am getting really tired of it. I feel like I can't even be within 10 feet of Draco without Harry giving me the evil eye. I haven't spoke with him, like I said, but I have been speaking with Hermione. She doesn't know what's gotten into him, she said he hasn't been acting like himself anymore. I don't know what he's planning, but I sure do hope I find out soon.

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I walk towards Charms, my fingers interlocked with Draco's. Since he had potions next, I didn't have to worry about him getting busted for being late, because everyone knew that Snape favorited him. I smile as we walk, with Bridget standing on the other side of me. Just what I was worried about, I see Harry's messy hair through all the heads in the crowded hall. Instead of walking by and just glaring at me and Draco, he walks over to me.

"G'morning, Aislinn," he says, with one of the fakest smiles I've ever seen plastered all over his face. I just look at him, raising my eyebrows to question what he wanted.

"Could I borrow you, just for a moment?" he asks me, while looking Draco dead in the eye. Once he's done speaking, he glances back at me. I feel my hand being squeezed, and I look over to see Draco with his jaw clenched, sighing and looking in the opposite direction. Once he notices I'm looking at him, he turns to me.

"I suppose," I say, still looking at Draco. I take my hand out of his and hug him, kissing him on the cheek just for Harry. I look back to Harry to see him looking frustrated, which was just what I wanted. I follow him as we walk into a more deserted part of the school.

Once he checks theres not many people in earshot, he turns back to me. For once, he's not looking angry. He looks at me with an apologetic, worried look. We don't say anything, we just look at each other, there for a couple moments.

"I'm sorry," he says quickly. I smile a little, looking at him. Instead of replying, I just kinda pull him into an awkward brother-sister hug that doesn't last long, just long enough to get the point across.

"I forgive you," I say, "But I do have a question," I start, looking at him.

"Anything, of course. What is it?" he asks me.

"How did you even manage to keep track of me and Draco all that time?" I ask. Just as he starts to reply, Filch walks around the corner.

"You kids should be getting to class," he says in his grimy, greasy voice with that ugly smile of his. Harry and I nod, walking into seperate directions. I might get a little bit of greif for being late, but I didn't really mind. I was glad I was alright with Harry again, while at the same time I was still wondering what he would've told me if Filch hadn't interupted. 

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The day goes by pretty fast after Charms. I'm able to roam the halls freely with whoever I want without people glaring at me, (with the exception of Draco's forgotten puppy dogs, of course!)

I sit in the common room with Draco, Yolanda, Bridget, and Marilyn. We all sit quietly, with books and papers spread out in our laps.

Yolanda pipes up, "What is everyone doing for Christmas break?" she asks.

"Well, I know I'm not going home. I don't need to deal with more of my parent's nonsense," Draco exclaims, shaking his head and continuing on a Potions essay.

"I don't really have a choice to go anywhere. Well, I do, but I'd rather stay here," I say, answering her question and then looking up at the rest of the group for their answers.

"I'm going home. I need a break from all of this studying," Marilyn says quietly.

"Same," Bridget agrees.

"I'm staying here. I just absolutely cannot miss the opportunity for more studying, the library here is so amazing!" Yolanda says excitedly, looking down at her much larger workload.

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The night before Christmas break starts, after a long day of being yelled at for being late, it's nice to be here. I lay in the grass with Draco, staring at the sky. We just lay there, talking about anything and everything. It seemed like everything was falling into place.

"You know, we could go to that mountain house. The one we went to when I- well, you know the one," "Over christmas break," He adds. I look at him to see if he's serious.

"That could actually be a lot of fun," I respond. I think of just us, no one else. No one to judge us and tell me what to do and what not to do, but then I realize. "Harry. I doubt he would let that happen," I say, sighing.

"Well, he doesn't have to know."

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Draco and I walk into the front door of the beautiful home. I look around, breathing in the somewhat farmiliar air. I walk into my room, the same one I stayed in before. We decided to stay in different rooms, because if we were found we wouldn't want people thinking we were commiting some hanky-panky on top of not telling anyone where we were going.

I once again farmiliarize myself with my surroundings, putting a small amount of my things in their respective places. This room was just as grand as I remembered it.

I walk down the hall to where I saw Draco go into a seperate room. I open the door to see him about to open the door, apparently having the same idea. Behind him I see a similar room to mine, but more personalized. Sometimes I forgot he used to spend vacations here with his family. It's boyish and young, but cute. Before I get to embarass him about his childhood room, he steps out and closes the door behind him.

"So, shall we get to cooking something?" He asks. Draco was nowhere near the aspect of farmiliar with the culinary arts. I had some experience because of my muggle childhood. We go into the cozy kitchen, and I start pulling ingredients out of the cupboards around the kitchen. I look in a closet and find aprons, handing one to him and putting one on myself.

"Chef Aislinn! What do you assign me to do?" He teases, holding up a whisk. I laugh, opening up the package of flour. While he waits for instructions, I get an evil idea.

"Well.. you just have to take this and," I throw the flour all over him. He looks at me with wide eyes, and reaches into the package. He throws some at me, mostly landing in my hair.

"Oh, it's on," I challenge, reaching in and taking a bigger amount, and throwing some on the top of his hair.

Everything slows down for a minute as we get closer, staring into one another's eyes. He slides his hands around my waist and I cross my arms around the back of his neck. I think he should be able to hear my heart popping out of my chest by now.

He leans in and kisses me, and I close my eyes and enjoy this absolutely perfect moment. We get closer, and I stand on my tip toes to be able to reach.

We finally pull away, and I look up at him, smiling. We laugh a little, and He brings me into a tight embrace.

"Draco!"

I turn around to be dragged away by a stranger.

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oh.

my.

gosh.

you guys. it has been forever* since i've wrote a chapter for you! i would have to say i'm a much improved writer by now, and i'm having so much fun writing this right now. i'm already working on the next chapter so hopefully you guys don't have to wait forever for something new from me, again.

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