Hidden Feelings - A Draco Malfoy Love Story

Chapter Twenty

A/N Wow it's been a while but it's cool because I finally updated! How does everyone feel about the Wattpad look bc I'm not sure what to think??

"Elizabeth? Is that you?"

I want to keep walking and ignore whoever notices me, but I hesitantly slow to a stop, turning around with a small smile. Hermione stops beside me and turns as well.

"Emma," I say, letting out the breath that I was holding in. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you."

"That didn't sound sarcastic at all," she teases, shifting her books over to her one arm to give me a hug.

"Please. You'd know if I was trying to be sarcastic," I laugh as she pulls away. "How have you been? How's the dorm?"

"Boring. You were the only one in that place I got to talk to!" she says. "You were the only cool one in that place, I swear."

"Not true. I was the only one as quiet as you are."

Emma probably counts as my closest friend from Beauxbatons. We were put in a dorm together in first year, where we realized that our personalities matched perfectly. I'll admit that we weren't as close as I am with Hermione, but she was an amazing friend.

"How are things here?" she asks, seeming to just notice Hermione standing there as if she could read my mind. She isn't the type to get jealous, but I could see some curiosity in her eyes about her.

"Things are great," I tell her with a smile. I glance over at Hermione, who looks as uncomfortable as could be. "This is Hermione. Hermione, this is Emma."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Hermione says, offering a smile. Emma returns it without hesitation.

"You as well."

After chatting a few more minutes, we separate, Hermione and I needing to get to class. I find myself in a better mood, having discovered some part of Beauxbatons that I did miss.

"I like her," Hermione tells me.

I smile a little. "I like her too. She was the only one in our dorm who was really my friend, and vice versa. I was wondering when I'd see her. There are so many people in the school that I can't really find anyone."

"I know, right? I can barely find the other people from Hogwarts," she giggles.

As I walk through the hall, I realize how good I is that I got to go to Hogwarts. I had Emma at Beauxbatons, but I have so much more here; even Emma was prone to ignoring me at times around other students. I have Hermione, Ron, and Harry, great teachers. The moment I think all this is the moment where I feel like nothing could go wrong.

Maybe I did know, deep down, that it was inevitable for everything to fall apart.

••••••••••

It starts when Harry's name is called.

The goblet had appeared to have finished; everyone is shifting excitedly in there seat about the tournament as Cedric disappears behind the door. I hear a few seventh years further down the table complaining, but I ignore them, happy with making bets on who will win with Ron as Hermione pretends to be annoyed at our childishness. Harry reminds me what happened the last time I made a bet, and then the goblet bursts into flames once again, our heads turning all at once as another paper flies out.

The expression on Dumbledore's face proves that this is a mistake. I suddenly remember Hermione's words last year, how something comes up every year and Harry almost gets himself killed.

I saw it coming. I knew what was about to happen.

"Harry Potter!"

I turned away from Harry, toward the table. I take deep breaths as the entire room stills, turning to face us. I hear Hermione whispering for him to go, and eventually, he does stand up, everyone but me watching him go. I hear his footsteps, slow and tentative, slightly uneven as if he's trying to decide which speed is best.