Unforgiven ~ (Draco Malfoy x OC)

~Guilt~

The students from Beauxbatons entered the Great Hall with grace, walking in lines while bearing a smile.

Their silk pale blue uniforms sparkled thanks to the candle lighting and every one would stare in awe.

I was terrified...

I knew most of the students...

I could see Fleur Delacour and her sister Gabrielle, the popular half veelas of our school.

And many other familiar faces...

Even Alphonse...Clare's crush...

Clare rose from the Hufflepuff table and invited the Beauxbatons students to sit with the Hufflepuffs.

Everyone seemed so happy to see her...

She even hugged Alphonse, Gabrielle and some of our old classmates.

They chatted for a while and then Clare turned to look at me...

All eyes fell on me...

Eyes full of hate and disgust..

I was just looking at them, terrified..

'I am to blame..'

'I don't deserve this'

"Alex! You shouldn't care about them.."said Hermione, shaking me off my thoughts.

"You're right" I whispered, closing my eyes in relief.

Once again I was grateful to my friends for being there for me and for understanding...

The moment the students from Beauxbatons sat down at the Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw tables, dinner got served and Ron's impatience finally found an end, since he filled his plate with all kind of goods.

I couldn't put any food in my mouth...

I was feeling extremely nervous...

I would just look at Clare, talking to her old and new friends, having fun.

Her beautiful curly blonde hair would bounce every time she moved her head and her blue eyes would shine happily.

This usual feeling of nostalgia hit me once more...

Once I get this feeling, there's usually no turning back...

The burden in my chest takes over and I start crying...

But this time it's different...I have friends that support me...I finally belong...And of course I have him...My light...The person that makes me trust him completely in a mysterious way...The thought of him, made my cheeks burn as I was blushing, forgetting about my pain.

'What a weird thing love is...' I thought.

***

Dumbledore welcomed the foreign students with a speech and he showed us the Goblet of Fire, in which students older than 17 would place their names, so that the three champions would be selected.

The fact that you had to be older than 17 to participate in the Tournament dissatisfied many younger wizards, which led to some sort of fuss.

I didn't mind though...

It would be the experience of a lifetime and of course I wouldn't have the chance to live or experience anything similar in my life, but I wouldn't participate anyway..

Not with Beauxbatons students as my opponents.

I took advantage of the hustle and I left the Great Hall, only telling Hermione , Harry and Ron about it.

Noone else would understand..I started walking towards the Gryffindor Common room but I froze...In the hallway that led to the moving stairs , there​ was Fleur Delacour.

'What is she doing here?'

'She's supposed to be in the Great Hall'

I tried walking away without her seeing me, but in vain.

She turned and looked at me with those eyes filled with hate.

"Toi?" She asked unsure. (You?)

I froze...

I couldn't answer.

"Qu'est-ce que tu fais ici?" she continued when she saw I was hesitant, her gaze becoming angrier.

(What are you doing here?)

She clearly recognised me and she was aggressive...

"J'espérais ne plus jamais te revoir après ton renvoi..."

(I hoped I wouldn't see you again after you got expelled)

I looked at her bright blue eyes and it felt like her gaze was piercing me with deadly arrows...

I couldn't​ move or talk...

I was not ready for this encounter..

'I don't want to be reminded of that day'

"Tu ne parles pas?" she said when I wouldn't answer. (You're not talking?)

Once again I couldn't talk..

I tried but my voice wouldn't come out..

"Tu n'es même pas capable de soutenir ta pathétique personne" She shouted. (You can't even support your pathetic self)

The burden returned to my chest and the guilt started building up again inside me...

I looked away and tears filled my eyes..

'I don't deserve to live..'

'I'm a monster'

"Comment as-tu pu faire une telle chose?" she shouted even louder.

(How could you do that?)

'How could I?'

'I'm a murderer..'

'Worthless...'

Images of Jane's death started flashing in front of my eyes.

The fire, her screams , everyone being shocked and scared by the havoc I caused...

Clare crying...My mom crying...And of course...the change in their way of treating me...

'I ruined my life..'

I placed my hands before my eyes and started screaming...I felt like I was going crazy...I felt so guilty...

"Arrêt!" (Stop!) Said a familiar voice and Fleur stopped spitting french curse words at me and started walking towards the Great Hall, looking over- confident and relieved, since she burst her anger on me.

Suddenly I felt somebody's arms being wrapped around me and their warmth , put my mind at piece...

I slowly wiped my tears and I opened my eyes, only to see Draco.

"Are you ok?" He asked, concerned.

I looked into his gray eyes and a faint smile appeared on my lips.

I was okay, the darkness in me dissolving...

I felt calm although my heart was beating like crazy...

"Now I am," I said, hugging him tight once more.

I stayed in his embrace for a long, calming moment and then I pushed away him gently.

"You never told me you could speak French..."I said, full of curiosity.

He grabbed me by the hand and led me outside the castle, his eyes focused on me, an omen that he'd tell me all about it when we got to our usual spot.