Being the only Slytherin in a household full of Gryffindors left Emilia Costello feeling an outcast even on her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. So, odds only proved worse for her when she was forced to endure the endless tor...
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One would think that after all of the trouble Malfoy went through to apologize to me, he'd at least attempt to act as if we're friends, or even acquaintances. Not enemies, at least.
But after I'd walked him to class the day he'd confronted me outside of the castle, it seemed almost as if everything stayed the same as it was before.
He made absolutely no attempt to speak to me and tormented my friends ruthlessly. There remained one single change, though. He no longer torments me.
"Hey! Earth to Emilia!" Hermione grabs my wrist, tearing me from my confused thoughts.
It's a Saturday, and most members of my house are sleeping in, as they do every Saturday. Not caring about their responses to my actions, I decided to eat breakfast with my real friends.
"What is it?" I ask, looking to meet her curious eyes.
"Why hasn't Malfoy stopped staring at you?" She glances in the direction of the Slytherin table, frowning in distaste when his name leaves her mouth.
"Merlin knows! He's probably bloody pissed that I sat at the Gryffindor table, even though he doesn't give a rat's ass what I'm doing any other time." I roll my eyes dramatically, then I look over my shoulder to see if what she's saying is really true.
His silvery eyes meet mine almost immediately and he grins. I blush and turn away, suddenly very interested in the untouched blueberry muffin sitting on my plate.
"He isn't bothering you again, is he? Maybe I ought to put the git in his place-"
"He's done nothing, Harry. Leave him be." I interrupt, picking at the top of my muffin.
"Since when has Malfoy done nothing?" Hermione interjects, and I'm reminded of the time only a few days ago when he'd purposely knocked all of her books from her desktop, making the whole class of students laugh at her.
"Since he apologized to me for being such an ass last week." I reveal, glancing around the table to gauge their reactions.
"You must be joking!"
"You're serious?"
"Always knew he was a softie."
The three of them say almost simultaneously, waking my brother from the nap he'd been taking, his head on the tabletop.
"Yes, of course I'm serious! Why would I lie about something like that?" I question, feeling slightly annoyed.
"Lie about what?" Darius butts in, furrowing his eyebrows in concern.
"It's none of your business!" I dismiss quickly, knowing that if my friends mention Malfoy at all, my father will be hearing about it immediately.
