Death Eater Too

This Is Your Fault

"Get up!" Draco burst into the guest room where you slept, still in his night robe.

You sat up squinting at the sudden light. "You really have to stop doing that." You groaned.

"We're late!" He yelled back starting to leave the room.

"You said that yesterday and we were half an hour early for the train." You got up lazily, stretching. You made your way to the door to shut it so you could get dressed, but were surprised when he stopped it from shutting.

It was like he wanted to tell you that he liked the way your messy bed hair, fell across your face or your shoulders, or he adored you with no makeup. You nearly fell into his blue eyes and it was as if he did the same for yours. He began to speak and you nearly fell into his words. "Wow, you're ugly."

You furrowed your brows and began a "what" formation with your lips. He turned and walked away to get ready. You stood there wondering what just happened, not only with what he said, but with what you were thinking before hand.

"Hurry up and get ready!" He yelled from the bathroom. "It's your fault we're late!"

You finally shut the door and got ready in silence, before going down stairs for breakfast. Draco stood at the bottom of the stairs, like the first time, bag in hand. You grabbed your bag and slung it over your shoulder. He shook his head opening the door.

"No breakfast?" You said, as he opened the door and began to head out.

He stopped in mid-step. "No, because we're late." He began to walk again, but stopped again, adding, "Because of you."

"Well, we wouldn't be, but because of you and your ugliness, I got no sleep. Nightmares, you know." You replied sarcastically with a pleased smile.

Draco stopped to look at you amusingly. He then continued to walk. "We've missed the train, we're going to have to wait until it comes back around." Draco began to pick up his pace.

"Or we could just skip." You suggested. He turned to you raising an eyebrow.