Chapter Eight: Draco

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We were dismissed from dinner sooner than I hoped. There were obvious reasons why I didn't want to go to my common room. The last time I spoke to my friends, I yelled at them. Which wasn't a very friendly thing to do. They didn't know that they were stressing me out. How could they? Hell, they didn't even know I was done mocking Potter.

For all they knew, I left school for the day to plan mischief. Even if, all I really did was cry and sleep all day. But, I couldn't possibly tell them that. Instead, I'd just lie and say that my father wanted me to meet some duchess. They'd believe that.

Now, my second reason for not wanting to go was that everyone in my year would be expecting some rant about Potter. Another reason we should mock him or another reason why he's the worst thing ever. With a few compliments added here and there. So, how could I just go in there and say nothing? I couldn't. Although, that didn't mean I could just tell them I was done either. No, I just couldn't.

A third reason was that I wasn't in the mood for talking. Rather, I just wished to be left alone. No communication. None. Only, that wasn't possible. Slytherin's loved to gossip. Everyone knew that. They craved drama and gossip. Gossiping was talking. But, I didn't want to talk. All I wanted was to just go to my bed and sleep. Whether I cried myself to it or not.

The final fourth reason was, Jacob. I've been hit on by men in the past. So, I knew their most cliche tactics. Tactics that annoyed me if I didn't fancy the guy. Well, the only other boy, excluding Potter, I've ever fancied in my life was, Viktor Krum. Who was severely heterosexual. But that's beside the point. My point was I normally didn't like it. Now, knowing Jacob, he'd try to do one of these. He'd most likely ask to "walk me home". Or, in this case, "walk me to my common room". Which, I'd refuse. I just wasn't into the guy. The most I did to "lead him on" was give him a little flirty wave. After that I completely ignored him.

See, I found it nice and sweet whenever a boy or girl attempted to flirt or "attract" me. Though girls automatically had no chance. But, I still took it as a compliment. It was flattering to think that someone fancied me. Even if, it wasn't the person I fancied. Every time I made sure, for the girls, to show no interest in them other than friends. With the boys, I maybe would flirt a little if I thought they were hot. Nothing more. After I decided I wasn't romantically interested, I'd immediately stop flirting. No more waves, or winks, I'd barely even smile.

Although I made it obvious to Jacob that I wasn't interested, he still pursued me. 'Maybe he thought I was playing hard-to-get?' I guessed. Trying to give reason to his actions.

"Draco..." Dumbledore's rasper voice ripped me out of my thoughts. "Is something the matter?"

I blinked a couple times before realizing that only two teachers, one HeadMaster, and two students, including myself, were still in the Great Hall.

Dumbledore was a meter to my right. A shadowy figure stood behind him. I feared who it could be.

"No, sir." I lied, "nothing's the matter."

"Very well." He nodded, "Mister Dubwa," he stood to the side, revealing Jacob behind him, "I must say, insisted on walking you to your common rooms to ensure safety." He walked over, close enough to touch me, but, not too close for it to be weird.

"Oh..." I sighed in annoyance at Jacob's presence. Cupping my cheek in my left hand.

"Yes, I have granted permission for him to do so." He smiled gently before placing a wrinkly hand on my shoulder. "Perhaps, you should focus on the person behind you who longs for your attention, other than the person in front of you, who chases someone else."

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