You Are In Love

Turning Tables

Close enough to start a war
All that I have is on the floor
God only knows what we're fighting for
All that I say, you always say more

I can't keep up with your turning tables
Under your thumb, I can't breathe

So I won't let you close enough to hurt me
No, I won't ask you, you to just desert me
I can't give you, what you think you gave me
It's time to say goodbye to turning tables
To turning tables

I step off the train, taking in the familiar sight of Hogwarts School For Witchcraft and Wizardry. I smile, glad to be away from my hellish summer. Still, I can feel Sirius's absence. I have to try to get over it, put it behind me and move on. I go and pet the Thestrals, before climbing into a carriage. Having lost Hermione and Ron, I am not in a carriage with them, I look up and see... Malfoy. Just my luck, at least his 'friends' aren't with him. I go to turn around and leave, but the carriage starts moving and I fall right into his lap. "Get off of me Potter," He says, shoving me half-heartedly, I bite my lip as he pushes on a bruise. I look up and see him trying to wipe away tears from his face.

"Why where you crying?" I ask him, my curiosity getting the best of me. "None of your business Potter. I could ask you the very same thing. Except I won't, because we're not friends." He says defensively, a bit of resentment seeping into his voice at the end. I nod and look down at my hands. Maybe this year that could change, maybe we could be friends, I shake my head at the thought. Stupid head, since when do I want to be Malfoy's friend? We sit the rest of the ride in silence. The carriage comes to a stop, and Malfoy hurries to exit. He pauses right before leaving. "You're not a bad singer." He murmurs, before leaving. I sit there a bit shocked that he was the one who heard me, and he liked it.

I get off and see Hermione and Ron anxiously waiting for me. "Good, we've found you. Sorry, we got separated." Hermione says. I shrug, and Ron looks at me suspiciously. "Who did you end up sitting with?" He asks, looking at me knowingly. "Malfoy," I say, as we start to walk to the castle. "That must've been awful!" He says with disgust. "It wasn't that bad," I say, defending him without a second thought, "He seemed pretty upset about something," I say thoughtfully, momentarily forgetting about the people I was talking to. "I bet he was. Daddy death eater got sent to jail and poor little Malfoy has no one to talk to." Ron says, Hermione giggles a bit and I walk faster. It doesn't seem right to make fun of him, and honestly, I don't think that is the problem. Drac- Malfoy looked almost sick with worry earlier.

We enter the castle and walk into the great hall. The place still looks marvellous, however, the mood seems to be a bit more sombre. I go to quickly sit down, on account of the fact that my bruised ribs where killing me. I look up at the staff table, trying to not glare at Dumbledore. Snape seems to notice small glare at the Headmaster, and he smirks in my direction. I feel my cheeks redden in an embarrassed blush. Of course, he notices. I notice that to my absolute joy, Remus is back! I practically beam at him, and he smiles back. His gaze comforting me, but also asking me a silent question, 'Are you okay?'. I shrug in response, not really knowing what to respond to that. I'm not okay, but it's not the time to bring it up. Soon enough all the first years are sorted, and Dumbledore gets up to deliver a speech.

I look over at the Slytherin table, quite a few smirking at his bullshit words, each sentence trying to manipulate us into trusting whatever he does and not thinking about it too much. I mean really, how stupid does he think I am? I think I can tell when I'm being used. After what seems like an eternity he stops talking, and we start to eat. I try to hold back, but this is the hungriest I've ever been in my life. I don't end up taking that much compared to Ron but honestly haven't eaten in so long that if I took too much I wouldn't be able to stomach it. I take small bites, ignoring their questioning glances. Instead, I turn to Neville. "So, how was your summer?" I ask him. Neville smiles at me, "It was good thanks. My Grandma nearly had my head for what happened last year. But she was proud of me for finally showing some of my parents in me, and we went and got me a new wand! I got to practice for a bit on the train and it works so much better than my other!" He says excitedly.

"How are you?" He asks me, his words dripping with concern. "You know... Just trying to forget." I tell him, not really wanting to spill everything. He nods in understanding and drops the subject. "I think I'm going to go for a wander," I say, standing up and slipping away from the hall, grabbing an apple tart for dessert. I walk around, going up to the Astronomy tower and looking out. I can't help but think how easy it would be to jump... No! I can't. Voldemort isn't winning that easy. So, I get down from there, pushing the scary thoughts back. I'm walking past an empty classroom, and I hear singing coming from it. I recognize the song as one of the talented witch Adele. I peek into the classroom and am very surprised to see none other than Draco Malfoy himself.

Smirking, I summon a pen and a paper, and I stick it to the door. The note reads, 'Not too shabby yourself, Malfoy.' This is the first time I've felt happy in months. Just to make sure he sees it, I wave my wand and quietly turn the note to a bright red, with the writing in gold. Gryffindor colours, so he knows who it's from.