The Girl Who Lived ☆ D. MALFOY

Chapter 12

A/N- Hello! Sorry I didn't update yesterday or Monday. I'm just going to change the schedule to every Friday. I'm also sorry this is so short. I really wanted to update. Maybe I'll update again before next Friday. Enjoy!

Word count: 814

Draco's POV:

Laying in bed after escorting Y/n to her dormitory, I think of all the good times with her despite having only recently mended the gaping hole in our relationship. It seems as though every good memory I have of the past year was because of her. That leads me to think of why I was so apprehensive to trust her and let her into my life in a positive way before. For a while, I can't think of any reason I shouldn't be able to have her. I am, after all, very used to getting what I desire. Then it hits me: Father.

Flashes of everything going on and everything so dreadfully wrong with my past cross my mind. I wince at the most current turn of events with my family.

Throwing my hands up to cover my face, I think of what horrible things it could mean for Y/n. I punch pillows and rip away sheets on my bed, making as much of a silent ruckus as I can manage in the enclosed area. A war is raging in my mind, and neither side seems to be winning. Walk, walking will help, I think. Taking multiple deep breaths, I stand stiffly to exit my dormitory.

The common room is silent. Even the muffled sound of my socked feet on the tile echoed throughout the vast room. I quickly exit through the portrait hole to silently make my way through the abandoned hallways. Calm down, just clear your mind, I tell myself. My mind keeps racing as I'm walking to no place in particular, staring at the floor. I don't know how long I had been walking before I ran into the last person I wanted to see. Harry Potter. My mouth twists into a grimace, and I look at him with as much anger and hatred as I can muster. He hurt her and made her upset. He doesn't deserve her.

"Trouble sleeping, Malfoy?" Potter says maliciously, sneering wholeheartedly in my direction. I force a smirk onto my face at the sight of him.

"Just fancied a walk, Potter. I expect you're either getting yourself expelled, or you're losing sleep over what you did to Y/n." I say with mock innocence. Potter's eyes widen then narrow and I can see clearly that I succeeded in hitting a soft spot.

"How do you know what happened and why would you care anyway?"

"She told me," I say proudly. "and I do care because I care about her. I would have thought you'd noticed already." Potter growls and put his finger in my face.

"Listen here, Malfoy. I don't want you anywhere near my sister." he growled. I found it funny rather than intimidating. He was so much shorter than me that he was on his toes to get in my face.

"I'm surprised you're still associating yourself with her. Didn't you call her evil?" My smirk grows, then he slams my back against the wall. His hands grip both my shoulders roughly. I know I've aggravated him in the best way possible. Guilt. I've made him feel guilty, especially since I'm right in every way possible. He can't weasel his way out of my statement. So, I merely laugh instead of get angry at the state he put me in. I don't feel vulnerable or upset as I usually would with my back to a wall. My chuckle makes him simply livid, and his eyes burn with rage.

Finally, he seems to realise there's nothing he can do to get under my skin, so he merely pushes me hard against the wall once more before storming off down the corridor. I pull at my shirt and sweats to fix up before walking in the opposite direction of Potter, farther down the hallway.

Harry's POV:

I stomp away from Malfoy down the corridor fuming, yet I can't help but think about what he said to me. He reminded me of what I had said to my sister. No wonder Y/n hates me. I still don't understand one thing though. Why him? Why Malfoy of all people? He had always hated the both of us, and he was particularly nasty towards her for the majority of our years at Hogwarts. The day before, she had been sassing him in class and as pissed off at him as ever, then the next, she was sitting with him at the lunch table. It was never a thought to cross my mind that she would do anything like this. And I never really stopped to think about what might happen in her life outside of what she does with me and our mutual friends.

Shaking my head, I trudge back into the Gryffindor common room, then up to my dormitory to sleep off what I hoped was the remainder of my frustration.