Malfoy Neighbors

What Was His Problem-Year 1 Chapter 12

In a flash, a few weeks had gone by. When you got out of the infirmary, Sam and Kathy were excited you could spend time with them again. Draco avoided you at any cost, which was strange for him.

It was November now, and the first match of Quidditch was Gryffindor vs. Slytherin. You had finally been able to watch your vary first Quidditch game. You weren't really a sports person, but you were made to go to the stands with the rest of the school. Harry Potter, still a first year, was playing seeker for the Gryffindor team.

"I thought first years weren't allowed to play on the teams." You said to Kathy, who was sitting next to you. She was the Hufflepuff team team captain and played as a beater.

"They aren't!" She was just as confused as you. "That's why Wood was saying Slytherin was going down this match. Potter's a fast one." Kathy was happy to see Slytherins defeat; infact, most of the school was happy. Slytherin had won the Hogwarts Quidditch championship for the last seven years, and this win for Gryffindor ment they had a chance to win the title.

Draco wasn't happy and you could understand why. His team didn't win. Draco wasn't a graceful loser either. He took his anger out on the people that surrounded him. Calling Crabbe and Goyle foul names, and even flat out telling them they were dumb.

In Charms, Draco, who had to sit next to you, tryed to ignore the fact you were there. You didn't understand why he was acting cold towards you. What could you have possibly done to make him treat you this way?

"Are you mad at me?" You asked him. He didn't react to you. "You're acting strange, you know." You went on. Still Draco ignored you. You went on threw class. He must have been mad at you; for what? Who really knew what was going on in Malfoys mind. He was still so wired.

Your free period came along, and you saw Malfoy picking on his own friends in the corridor near the great hall. Served them right, now maybe they would know what it felt like. You walked past them and sat down at the Hufflepuff table. You had a lot of work to do. McGonagall gave you an essay to write by next week.

After a few minutes, you looked up to see Draco at the Slytherin table. When you looked up, he looked down. What was his problem? You closed you book and walked over to his table.

"What is up with you?" You asked, sitting across from him. Draco didn't look up, but pulled his book to block his face.

"What did I do to make you not want to talk to me? If anything, I should be mad at you! You're the one who calls me a 'mudblood'! You're the one who's always being a jerk to people!" You tryed to hold back tears; although, you didn't know why they were threatening to come in the first place. Draco lowered his book and looked at you. "Not to mention you have the nerve to pin me to the wall." You stoped talking waiting for a response. Draco sat there dumbfounded. "I should HATE you!" You yelled then went back to talking normally. "but for some unknown reason, I can't make myself hate you." Tears watered your vision. You walked back to the Hufflepuff table, gathered up your stuff and left in a huff.

Later that day you sat in the libary with Sam. The two of you were working on your trasferiagtion essay together. You didn't tell Sam about your encounter earlier. You didn't want Sam to worrie about you. She was such a sweet girl, who was also a muggle-born like you. If Draco was willing to treat you the way he did around Halloween, then what was stopping him from doing the same to your friend? If you told Sam about the strange relationship between you and Malfoy, then Sam would most like say something to him. That would not end nicely.

Draco was sitting on the other side of the libary watching you. However, you didn't know this because you had your back to him.

"Why is Malfoy looking this way?" Sam asked. You truned to see him. He was indeed looking at you. You knew he was looking at you, and not just in your direction, because when he saw you look, he looked away.

"I don't know," you answered Sam. "maybe he's just having a hard time using that pure-blood brain of his." Sam smiled and went back to her work.

Weeks went by without Draco talking to you and you to him. It was as if the two of you had never met one another.

Christmas was around the corner. The grounds were coverd in snow and ice, and the students were all going out all bundled up.

Your mom had replayed to you, telling you that (n/n) was staying close to home because they chained him up like a dog when he went outside, and to ask if you would be going home for Christmas. You didn't know if you wanted to stay at school. All your freinds were going home. You walked up to the owlery.

"Hi" a voice came. You hadn't heard Draco talk to you in a while. You wouldn't have recognize his voice if it wasn't for him talking in class.

"Oh so I do excite." You sarcastically replied, without looking at him. You walked over to a school owl and tied the letter, you wrote your parents, to its leg. Draco was doing the same thing. Your owl flew off.

"You going home for Christmas?" He asked you, sounding like he was sorry for acting so cold.

"Yeah, you?" You looked at him.

"Yes" Draco replied and headed for the door.

"Why were you mad at me?" You wanted to know what you did. Draco stoped walking, stood there for a second, then moved on.

"Malfoy!" You called and ran after him. What was his problem?