Better Things In Life - Draco x O.C

Only Just A Dream ~ 3

Authors note~

I enjoyed writing this, just bear with me here, this chapter will make more sense later. Anyways, please remember to vote because it motivates me to write more chapters <333

(No longer Kalipso's POV)

Kalipso sat on the black leather couch half asleep. Her eyes were half open due to lack of sleep, she missed her real friends. 

Pansy was still quite sketchy, Kali didn't fully trust her yet. Her character was quite shady and mysterious, so Kali stayed as distant as possible by only talking to Pansy when she was extremely bored or needed help with something. 

Kali wasn't a huge people person. But she really missed Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. There weren't really any Slytherins who were nice to Kali. Must be that fact that she's a Potter. Kali still heard whispers about her when she walked past anyone alone. Kali didn't really care though, she was made fun of for her clothing style back in muggle school so she was used to being a part of others gossip.

Kali got up suddenly and made her way to the girls dormitories to get some shut-eye. She walked into her dorm to find not a single bit of life. She had let her owl out earlier to fly around and stretch his wings. Pansy and her other roommates were not in there, who knows where they went. 

Kalipso threw herself onto her four poster bed with a yawn, instantly drifting off into a deep sleep.

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(Draco Malfoy's POV)

I was laying on my bed in my private room, staring blankly at the ceiling. I fidgeted with the hemline of my shirt with boredom.

I sat wondering what to do with my life. I needed something to focus on, my mind was all over the place all of the damn time.

Crabbe and Goyle were starting to get on my nerves, along with Pansy. She was constantly cooing at me and flirting. It was rare to find her somewhere thats NOT right next to me or literally on top of me. 

I tried to remember the new brunettes name. Kalopisa? California? no, thats a place. Kalide? nah. Kalipso? 

I pictured her beautiful brown hair falling on her back, and her gorgeous caring green eyes staring into mine.

No! I thought. She's a Potter, you can't romanticize her. I growled at myself for being so stupid. But to be fair, she was absolutely stunning, but I had no chance. She hates me. I think?

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(Kalipso's POV, also a dream rn)

Come with me Kal  a familiar little boy's voice whispered in my ear. I couldn't figure out who it was for the life of me though. I looked around. I was in a dense, dark forest. I was surrounded by heavy cloud of mist, I could hardy see anything. I turned around in all directions, trying to see who was talking to me, but nobody stood before me. 

My breathing hitched as I felt a cold hand resting on my shoulder. I looked at my shoulder to see nothing there. Weird.

I felt alone and cold. That is until I saw a faint green light shine before me though the trees. Come with me Kal I heard again. This time it was coming from the direction of the green light.

I immediately broke into a full sprint. The green light drifted farther away, and because of this I only ran faster. I dodged tree branches and rocks that stood in my way. I tripped on a thick tree root and went crashing to the dark forest floor. I let out a cry of fear as my ankle was caught in something. I struggled to pull it out, until I realized what had a hold of my leg. a charade of devils snare snaked its way around my body and tightened its grip. I continued crying for help. A thick piece of devils snare wrapped itself around my neck and tightened. Everything went black and then a picture of my dead brother popped into view. 

(no more dreams)

I jolted awake. It was just a nightmare, I reassured myself. I was in a heavy sweat, it was dripping down my forehead and I could feel it on the rest of my body from under the bedspread. I sat up, shocked by what I had seen in my dream.

Pansy grunted and rolled over "Bloody hell, go to bed" she groaned at me. I rolled my eyes at her and layed back down on the bed, pulling the sheets up to my neck. I couldn't get myself to fall asleep though, my eyes were still wide open and my brain was very well awake. I stared at the photo on my nightstand. It was a framed picture of Harry and I when we were both about 12 years old. My mother and I decided to visit the Dursleys on holiday that year, that was before anybody but my parents and I knew I was actually a witch. In the picture Harry had his arms around my neck, with a true genuine smile on his face. The Dursleys were cruel, cruel people. For much of Harry's life he was living underneath the dusty staircase In a small little cupboard. They eventually gave Harry Dudley's second room but they had put bars over his windows making it impossible to escape after his uncle learned that Harry wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school.

I truly felt bad for him. Having to live through his mother and fathers tragic death, and then surviving a killing curse from Lord Voldemort. God, Harry's life must be interesting. But most importantly, I had completely forgotten something that I should've remembered and I ashamed I had completely forgotten. I once had a brother. An older brother to be exact, his name was William Potter. It was his face I had seen at the end of my dream, and I had forgotten about him. I'm a terrible person. He died when I was 3, he was about 6 at the time. We were playing outside in the city alley. We lived in a literal dump at the time, due to financial struggles. 

When we were playing in the empty alley there was a noise. Coming from behind a crumbly brick building vandalized with neon spray paint. 

"Stay heow" whispered William as he stalked off towards the building. 

I nodded. Standing my ground firmly. I was 3 at the time, hella scared of course, but it's other things that scare me now. I was foolish back then. I should've followed him. He rounded the corner as I heard a loud bang, and he fell to the cold stone ground. Blood pooled around his little six year old body. I froze for a moment, and ran away back to our apartment, crying out of fear. 

Basically, I had let my 6 year old brother get shot, and then I left him dead in the road. I had told my parents that he had ran off, and I didn't see where he went. My 3 year old self felt so guilty. I still do. I'm a terrible person, I know.

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Authors note

this chapter might not make much sense now, but there might be future chapters somewhere in this book that mentions it, and it might make more sense. So like, just stick with me here. I enjoyed writing this, I'm in study hall right now and it's sooooooo boring :(