Pathetic. (A Draco Malfoy fanfiction)

Chapter 23.

"Fred and George told me what happened. I'm sure Draco will come around."
Ron says, just before stuffing a chicken drumstick into his mouth, earning a look from Hermione.
I left out the death eater part of the story when telling the twins, so they don't know the full extent of what Draco needs to get around.
"Sure Ron, thanks." I reply, half smiling at him.
Hopefully he'll leave it at that, but he doesn't seem too convinced. Luckily, Someone sits down beside me before Ron can say anything else, but I catch a whiff of that person, and a very specific cologne gives off their identity, and I feel my stomach drop to my feet.

"Hi..." Draco murmurs shyly, not sure of what to do.
Ron and Hermione greet him, but I just keep quiet.
"Sarah, I hope you know that I wasn't going to call you a-"
"I told you to fuck off, Malfoy. So just...seriously, fuck off."
"I'm not leaving this table until I can explain everything to you." He says. I scoff and turn to him, raising an eyebrow and frowning angrily.

"Are you serious right now?!" I exclaim, actually laughing a little in disbelief.
His pale face goes even paler as he realizes what he said.
"You still think I don't understand?! Fuck you, Malfoy. Fuck.You." I look to Ron and Hermione.
"I'll see you guys later." My friends watch me stand up, and Ron opens his mouth to protest, but quickly closes it again, knowing it won't do any good.

As I walk away, I contemplate what I should do to avoid him for the rest of the day. I could hide out in the Gyffindor common room, but then I'd end up getting bored.
I could apparate to Grimmauld place and visit with Sirius...but apparating always makes me feel sick, and I don't want to vomit all over Sirius or his fancy apartment.

We don't have classes today, so Hagrid won't be doing anything...I also want to talk with him about some things he said in my nightmare, once again, I know it wasn't real, but it seemed so real...yeah, I'll visit Hagrid.                                                                                                                                                                    

"Sarah! Perfect timing too, I just got done making a pot of tea! Come on in." Hagrid steps aside so I can enter, so I go inside and shut the door behind me. Fang rests comfortably on the floor beside the fireplace, and a screaming kettle nearly bursts my eardrums.

Hagrid hurries over to his small stove and turns it off, taking the kettle off of it and placing it on the table.

"What brings yeh here?" He asks, setting down two large teacups and sitting down at the table.

"I...um.." I sit down across from his at the table and watch him pour the hot tea into both cups.
"What do you think of me, Hagrid?" He looks at me strangely for a moment, seeming a bit concerned.
"Well I think you're a great witch, and you happen to be a fantastic friend."
He answers my question, and I look down at the cup he's slid over to me, watching my reflection in the drink. "But...this is a strange question..and you don't have to answer it, but....do I...mean anything to you?"

"I'd imagine so! I brought yeh to yer family when yeh were just a small little babe, and then when yeh were a little girl I brought yeh here...into the wizarding world, and yeh've stuck by me throughout all these years. To be honest with yeh, you're like my own daughter."
Hagrid says, taking a dainty sip from his teacup, then frowning worriedly at me.
"Is there something wrong?" He asks, laying one of his huge hands atop one of mine. I take a deep but shaky breath, trying to keep myself from crying.

Unknowingly, he's just added some confirmation to my nightmare, which is fucking terrifying, considering nearly all my friends were dead in it.

"He's coming, Hagrid. And I'm trying my hardest to find a way to stop him but I...I c-can't!" I exclaim the last part, suddenly bursting into tears. Fang picks his head up and yelps a bit, startled by the noise.

"Now, that's not true! Yer so close, I just know yeh'll figure it out. Yer one of the brightest witches alive, and that's a fact. Besides, you have Ron and 'ermione and I to help yeh when yeh need us to." Hagrid tries to comfort me, but images from my nightmare keep flashing in my mind, if they keep on helping me....they might end up..dead..

"No, I..I had a nightmare, Hagrid. A-an-and in it, you all died. Everyone was either dead or waiting to die, they were lined up like sheep, just waiting for their time...it was like they didn't even care! How could they not care?!" I cry, laying my head on the wooden table; Hagrid stands up and comes round the table, then rubbing my back, trying his best to comfort me.

"It's only a dream, Sarah. Just a dream." He tells me gently, though I know even he doesn't fully believe himself.