During the whole of the holidays, for the first time, all I thought about was how the sun felt on my skin with the light frost under my feet and what my muggle family might be doing, not willing to think about Draco, Harry, Dumbledore, my mother or my death by Voldemort’s hands. The miracle was, the less I thought of my problems, and the easier it became to forget it. Not to mention it started feeling small. Snape, I noticed, stayed in school. I mentally thanked him because I wouldn’t be stupid enough to go personally to him.
I received no gifts on Christmas. I had given Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Harry an anonymous yellow flower each with ‘Merry Christmas’ tagged in it. To Draco I had given the whole bunch of blossoms. I didn’t know what he would think of it, after what had happened between us. Of course it was anonymous.
Too soon, the holidays came to an end. As I slept my peaceful sleep the last night of my freedom, I remember thinking that I would always treasure those few weeks.
*
The next day, the carriages arrived. Noise automatically travelled up to my dorm as girls clattered up the stairs and people heaved and greeted each other. Ugh, all those noise. I wanted my solitude back! I wanted to blank out thinking faintly of things that hardly mattered. With people around me making all the unnecessary noise, it was hardly possible.
Classes started again. I was walking on my way to the DADA class, when Draco caught up with me. My heart started to automatically beat a little faster as I thought about the news he may have brought.
“The Dark Lord was furious,” he said casually as he walked a little away from me, which would make people think we were walking separately. I didn’t reply. “He said he was really waiting keenly for the next time you would meet him. your mother was beyond furious. You can imagine that.” Yes I could. I shuddered. “You know what happens when The Dark Lord gets furious don’t you?” he continued. My vision blurred. “Yes,” my voice had become hoarse with fear. Draco seemed to enjoy it. “You’ll die,” he stated flatly. My heart gave a large leap. Was I stupid to think I could fool the Dark Lord? Or what? Why was my feelings so confused and ALWAYS changing? “I know,” I choked. He looked at me and smirked at my downcast face. Just like that. Like I was nothing to him. Like my death meant nothing. And then, after trampling over my heart, he walked in.
*
I felt like the saddest and the MOST pathetic girl in the whole world. Here I had been, thinking that not ‘having fear’ and all could save me but what had I worth fighting for? No friends, no nothing. Two voices debated in my mind.
Dumbledore knew what he was talking about and you know it is true too!
But he doesn’t know what I’m facing! He doesn’t know how not having friends hurts. And what about I’ll get killed eventually?
Dumbledore will save you!
The Dark Lord is more powerful than-
“Elvis.” A voice interrupted. I looked up. Draco was smirking at me. It was like last year, the way he behaved with me. Only this time, I didn’t have my other friends around me. I wondered vaguely why in the world I was getting affected. “I’m here,” Snape said tauntingly. I looked up to the ‘Professor’ tiredly. Draco sniggered. “I wonder what you were thinking of. I wouldn’t expect anyone to doze off in my class,” he said quietly. I could have rolled my eyes but I just nodded my head. That was the only way to prevent some- I don’t even know what. Some unwanted problems.
“Sit,” he ordered coldly. I obeyed.
*
What was right and what was wrong? Why was Draco so cold towards me? Would my death have any effect on him? Was I feeling scared of death? Did I make the right choice?
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