Enchanted By The Thought

THIRTY FIVE: A DIP INTO THE PAST

Nothing haunts us like the things we don't say

Draco

The boy was happy. Beyond happy. The one he loved had returned to his side. He knew that she was ready to comply to his needs but he wondered; was keeping their relationship in the dark truly selfish of him? He didn't want to keep Beth a secret. But he also knew that she craved an open relationship. Granted, he also knew that there were plenty of others who could give her that. Like Finnegan or even the Weasley twin. The thought of them with her had his blood boiling. Elizabeth Potter was his and his only.

He sat in his Slytherin common room, watching his friends whisper amongst themselves. Blaise looked sullen and Draco knew that it was because of Kat's recent outburst towards him. Draco was a little bit afraid of her; mostly because her influence over Beth. He had to tread carefully around them; Kat most of all. Because if she "even thought that Beth and Draco were seeing each other again, she'd threatened to spill his dirty little secret". The fact that the only reason he'd started noticing Beth was for her virginity. He was petrified that Beth would find out and leave him, again.

He had his task of fixing the cabinet and so far, he had no luck. It was weight on his back but whenever he was around Beth, everything seemed better, brighter. Like he had a chance. He knew that Beth knew of his task, although she may not have known what it was. Unless he'd already told her but he couldn't remember if he did or not.

However, he often compared Beth to a bird. She was beautiful and she wanted to be free; she wanted to soar above the clouds. But he was a snake, stuck on the ground and ironically, she'd fallen in love with him. He imagined that she gave up her love for flight for him and now she followed him on the ground, trusting him to protect her from the dangers of the ground.

The only problem was that he didn't know how to protect her. How could he protect her from his fellow ground creatures if they despised him? If he couldn't even protect himself?

He remembered the first time he'd met her. They'd both been eleven years old and she'd been the most beautiful girl he'd laid eyes on. Of course, that was before she'd opened her mouth and reprimanded him for picking on the overweight girl. And for some odd reason, she'd made him feel guilty for picking on her.

He wandered the compartments, searching for an empty one. Crabbe and Goyle were behind him, big hulking boys. He'd heard rumors that the Potter twin's were on the train and he was kind of looking for them. He'd already had everything planned in his head; it was thanks to them that his parents were back with him, giving him their full attention. He'd heard the rumor that they didn't know about each other and wondered if it were true; how could you have a twin and not know the other one existed? "Hey look." Goyle grumbled gruffly and pointed into a compartment. The blonde-haired boy peered in, his eyes narrowed.

A blonde girl with plain robes sat inside, looking content. She looked pretty and his gaze lowered. She was overweight. He knew it was wrong but he knew what the two boys would want. He slid the door open and the girl looked up, suddenly terrified. "Looks like someone had too much sweets, eh Goyle?" He sneered and allowed his mask to fall into place.

It was a technique his father used often and one that he'd learned to master by staring at himself in the mirror and practicing. His mother had cried when he'd mastered the cold look and hugged him close, begging him to never use it. He guessed she didn't want him turning out like his father and grandfather but it was too late; his father's beliefs had been engrained into his brain. But his mother also nurtured the soft side of him, which his father found weak. He learned quickly to never be gentle unless he was around his mother. And even then, with his father hovering over his shoulder, he was forced to be cruel. "L-leave me alone." The girl stammered, standing up.

"No friends, overweight and mouthy. Obviously the signs of a mudblood." He sneered and her face flushed crimson at his insult. Goyle and Crabbe started laughing, sounding stupid.

"I'm a pureblood, you dim witted idiot." The girl answered rudely and his smile was wiped off his face.

"You dare speak to me in such a tone?" Draco hissed and he felt a small hand against his chest, shoving him back. Surprise broke through his mask and he turned to see who had shoved him. The girl in front of him was breathtaking. She had a darker skin tone and her startling green eyes drew him in immediately. She was glaring up at him, her hands on her hips. His eyes locked on her forehead and he saw that she had no scar.

"Who the bloody hell do you think you are?" She spat at him and he lifted his eyebrows in surprise. "Leave her alone, you arrogant prick!"

Another girl appeared beside her, looking even smaller than the first girl. "I think you need to mind your own business." He answered, forcing himself to keep his head on. The newest girl scoffed.

"When it comes to assholes like you picking on innocent girls, then it's our business." She hissed and he glanced over at Crabbe and Goyle for help. They were both at loss, staring at him for guidance. A great help they were.

"You should be ashamed on yourselves! We're all here to learn, not be ridiculed for body shape." The green eyed girl added, glaring. "Because if we were to be here for that stuff, then why shouldn't I point out how much you resemble a rat? Long face, reminds me of a horse."

Draco's face turned red and he backed away quickly, at a loss for words. He hadn't been prepared for this girl's attack. "At least my parents lived longer than yours." He retorted and saw her face convulse with pain and instantly regretted his words. But the damage was done and everything had gone to shit. He was supposed to make friends with the Potters, not enemies. But his mouth had gotten the best of him.

It was thanks to him that the girl trio had banded together and he had to be reminded of it constantly. They were always together, always around each other. It was as if they were all glued to the hip. But by some twisted fate, Beth had been thrown into his arms.

He loved her without a doubt; he would do anything for her. Or he liked to believe that he would do anything for her. She'd wanted an open relationship and he'd rejected it. Which had led to their first breakup. And this time, he would make sure that they would be together. He'd paid most of the Slytherins to keep their mouths shut when it came to the bet; especially Kat. He knew that she was torn about telling her friend the truth.

In fact, he was kind of hoping that she would eventually. He already had the speech planned out. How he would beg for forgiveness and then kiss her. He knew the affect his lips had on Beth; she gave into him whenever he kissed her. It was a low move, a pathetic move, but he wasn't willing to lose her again. Not when he'd just gotten her back.