Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Two

A/N Sorry but I've been having SEVERE writer's block and this chapter isn't that exciting...hopefully it'll get better soon

"Elizabeth! I was looking for you," Hermione says as I sit down next to her.

"I'm sorry," I sigh, rubbing my eyes a little to wake myself up. "I accidentally slept in a little."

"It's fine! We have most of our classes together anyway," she laughs, handing a piece of parchment to me. "McGonagall came around and gave yours to me."

"Oh, that's great!" I exclaim. "I was worried I wouldn't know anyone in the classes. I mean, you all have known each other for years."

"Come on, you'd be fine without me," she assures me. "You're really nice."

"Thanks," I chuckle. "Nice wasn't always enough at Beauxbatons, that's all."

She frowns. "What do you mean?"

"Well, the prettiest girls are the most popular," I explain. "I tried to be nice, but most girls barely glanced at me. It's the only reason I'm glad I came here."

"Wow," Hermione breathes out. "That's horrible. And you're beautiful!"

I laugh a little, taking a piece of toast from a plate in front of me. "I wouldn't say beautiful."

"Oh, don't start that," she tells me, narrowing her eyes a little.

"I'm not! Besides, even if I was, I wouldn't go around saying it," I insist.

"Oh, Elizabeth. I've never been so disappointed."

I laugh, making a smile appear on her face.

"Oh, I was meaning to ask you. Do you have a nickname?" she asks me.

"Um...not really," I respond, thinking about it for a moment. "My dad used to call me Lizzie, when I was really young."

"You don't seem like a Lizzie," she notices.

"Well, there are plenty of other names to choose from, if you'd like," I chuckle. "That's the great thing about the name Elizabeth."

"I'll think about it," she says, grinning. "Now, hurry up. We need to get going soon."

"Where are the other two?" I ask as I take I bite of the eggs on my plate.

"I asked them to back off for today," she explained, glancing over to her side. A few people away sat Harry and Ron, talking and eating. "I didn't want Ron to scare you off."

"You didn't need to do that," I tell her, smiling a little nonetheless. "I think he's nice."

"He is. Just...after seeing how he reacted to you last night I wanted to make sure you weren't uncomfortable," she says.

"Well thank you." I take another bite of toast and set it down, picking up my bag and slinging it over my shoulder. "Wanna go now?"

She nods and stands up, leading me out of the Great Hall. I glance over my schedule again, seeing that we have transfiguration first. Hermione and I are the first ones there, finding Professor McGonagall sitting at the desk in the front, waiting for the class to start. She smiles at us but doesn't say anything as we take two seats in the front row.

"Do all the schools have the same lesson plan?" Hermione asks me.

"I'm not sure," I admit. "Our schools started at ten years rather than eleven, though. Except that year was just learning about spells. We didn't get wands until second year."

We chat like this as students file in. Harry and Ron sit behind us, both of them making polite introductions as they passed. I can't help but glance at Hermione, raising an eyebrow.

"They're not normally like this, are they?" I whisper, not caring if they could hear me or not. She shakes her head, a grin on her face.

The day passes slowly, and when it's over, I'm exhausted, happy to plop down on the bench and begin eating. I listen in on the conversation of the three I had met, talking a little when Hermione prompted me.

"I'm gonna head to the common room," I finally announce, wanting to go ahead and get the small amount of homework I had been given.

I can see the thoughts running through Hermione's Head as I stand; she's not sure if she should let me have time to myself or if she should come with me and keep me company.

I'm not sure which I'd rather have, myself.

Ron nudges her and she nods, smiling.

"See you tomorrow. Or later, if you stick around in the common room."

I wave and walk out of the Great Hall, appreciative that she was okay with me having alone time. I like being alone, most often. It gives me a chance to relax and think without interruption, and although this might make me seem like an anti-social freak, it's not entirely like that. My time alone makes my time with others more enjoyable.

I'm a sad person, aren't I?

On my way to the common room, I turn a corner, just to slam into something. A gasp escapes my throat as I fall back, my heart racing from shock. I quickly push myself to my feet, trying to walk past what I quickly realized was a person, my head down. I muttered sorry, just to feel the person grab my arm and pull me back.

My eyes meet cool grey ones.

"Who are you?" the boy sneers, not releasing my arm. "I've never seen you before."

"Elizabeth," I murmur, casting my eyes downward.

"Look at me!" he snaps. I look back up, watching him use his free hand to brush back his pale blond hair, his eyes narrowing. "Where did you come from? I've never seen you here before."

"I, um, transferred," I respond, all of my will focused on not looking down again.

"From Beauxbatons, I assume," he sighs, raising an eyebrow, as if bored.

"Yes."

"I saw you hanging out with Potter and his slaves, today," he tells me, finally releasing my arm. I quickly pull it to my chest, backing away. "Don't. If you know what's good for you, you'll stick with me. I can teach you everything."

I hesitate, but shake my head.

"I think I know what's good for me. Goodbye."