Regrets

Huffing Draco (Chapter 15)

The days that passed turned to weeks as they slowly dragged on. The seemingly endless classes and late night studying finally taking a tow on the shorter-than-average boy. Currently, he was sat on his black sheets bed as he absentmindedly chewed on the end of his quill. His feathery black her fell past his eyes, which were clouded over. He was deep in thought, thinking about the current subject he was studying, which happened to be inheritances and what they mean- they define a person and represent them as a whole.

With this knowledge, Hadrian thought back to his own creature. If one was a shadow creature, they will most likely be timid and shy, however- wether knowing or not- will be stronger around their 'soul mate'. Of course, Hadrian knew this, however he figured he must have been able to figure who it was by now. He thinks back to all the people he considered enemies. 'Well, considering I have loads of people that despise me greatly, it will he quite difficult to pick just one.' He snorted allowed as he realised all the people that have to be bound to him forever. However, this person was in slytherin. Luckily.

He carried in thinking and occasionally jotting down ideas only the then scribble them out, thinking they were absurd. Hours had passed and by this point, he had missed half of dinner. Most of them thought he was asleep and didn't want to disturb.  He was in his own little world, and he was only brought out of it them his quill snapped from being pressed onto the paper with force. He cursed under his breath, knowing he had to go to Hermione for a new one. He had repeatedly done this, much to her dismay, and has approximately broken 7 quills this week, according to her.

He stood up and stretched. Being in one position for a long time doesn't exactly do you body any good. He let out a yawn and looked towards the door, which had opened only slightly. He wouldn't have noticed with his creature, one which is said to be 'dangerous when angry' and if you are one you must 'report to the ministry.' Of course, Hadrian thought that rule was bullcrap and decided that, no, he was not going to go the ministry.

The door opened further to reveal a tall blonde boy, who, when he turned to Hadiran, let out a large grin and engulfed the young boy in a hug.

"I was wondering where you were!" He exclaimed, his face suddenly turning serious. "Have you eaten anything?"

Hadrian smiled sheepishly, earning himself a stern look from Draco. He only sighed, running his hand threw his hair only to then curse, remembering he had styled it.

"I like it better like that. " Hadrian said with an encouraging smile. Draco only huffed, but left it as it was.

"Come on, you need food." Draco huffed, grabbing Hadrians wrist, making him flinch slightly. Draco frowned, but said nothing. For that, Hadrian was grateful.

The trek to the kitchens was uneventful and boring, and Hadrian felt especially sassy, as always. When they finally arrived, the house elves stood rigid.

"I'm not going to hurt any of you. I just needed some food. Is that alright?" Hadrian asked politely. At once, they all nodded, and got to work on making an over-the-top meal. As Hadrian and Draco sat down, an out of breath Hermione came rushing threw, sitting down next the Draco on the stools.

"Calm down, Hermione!" Draco exclaimed, causing me to chuckle lightly.

"Sorry," she said sheepishly, "I needed to make sure that you guys were alright." As Hermione and Draco kept talking, Hadrian looked around the room, zoning them out. The kitchen was very spacious, filled with all kinds of foods and smells. Several elves rushed around the place, cleaning and working. Hadrian frowned slightly as he looked at all of them work. They were short creatures, clearly with no will of their own. No doubt that Dumbledore is most likely enslaving them. He felt a pang of nostalgia as he looked at them work frantically. He remembered himself doing all of these things, although not with any help, and much more things to do.

A delicate hand on his shoulder brought him out if his thoughts. He turned to see the worried face of Hermione and the concerned face of Draco. Although, he could see the pity. They obviously saw that he was thinking of his past, and for them to see that made him feel vulnerable. Anyone could see what was going on inside his head if they looked hard enough. And that, that one little fact, aggravated him to no end.

"Are you alrigh-" Hermione started, although she was shushed with a hand in front of her. Draco took a deep breath, grabbed Hadrians hand, and left the kitchen, leaving the freshly made food, disappointed house elves and a thoroughly confused Hermione.