Percy Jackson and the Heir of Slytherin [Book 2]

16) Tears

I was woken up, being pulled out of the chair by Harry. I was sluggish and groggy, but I could still make out Harry's pale face and Filch's red one. He looked mad.

We sped out of the office, though I was still confused as to how we escaped punishment, and made it back out to the corridor.

"Harry! Percy! Did it work?" Nearly Headless Nick floated out of a classroom that had a smashed cabinet on the floor. It was the room right above Filch's.

"I persuaded Peeves to crash it right over Filch's office," Nick said. "Thought it might distract him—"

"Was that you?" Harry asked smiling. "Yeah, it worked, we didn't even get detention. Thanks, Nick!"

We all started walking up the corridor, heading towards the stairs that Harry and I would split apart at.

"I wish there was something I could do for you about the Headless Hunt," Harry said, staring at the letter Nick still held.

Nick stopped in his tracks, and Harry walked right through him, shivering. I smirked and sneezed again.

I left. I didn't want to get into this. I knew Harry would talk to me later, but this wasn't about me. It was about Harry.

I turned and walked through one of the walls, heading towards Draco's room. He was sitting on his bed, flicking through a book.

He smiled when I walked through, but frowned when he saw me, "You look like shit."

I nodded, "I got the flu, and apparently demigods are immune to some of the stuff in her regular potion, so I just drank some nectar. A bit too much, probably. Then I went and practiced in the rain. I feel like shit."

I grabbed a pair of my pajamas that I'd left in Draco's room, pulling off my Practice robes and pulling them on. I had my back turned to Draco.

Suddenly, I remembered what he'd called Hermione. A filthy Mudblood.

"Hey, Draco..?" I didn't turn.

"Yeah? What's up?" Draco responded, probably just looking at his book again.

"Don't freak out, okay?"

The silence in the room was deafening. After a moment Draco said, "Okay, Perce. I won't freak out."

I turned around slowly. Draco looked confused for a second, before his eyes locked on my chest. On my scars.

Draco was shaking. His eyes were wide. His knuckles were white from holding on so tightly to his book.

His expression panicked me. I immediately tried to pull on a shirt, but Draco was there in an instant. He gently touched the scars, tracing each letter with wide eyes. He looked horrified when he got to the last word.

Finally, he looked up at me and whispered, "I didn't know."

The pain in his expression broke me. I started sobbing, and I couldn't stop. Draco pulled me in for a hug, whispering that he was sorry over and over again.

I buried my head into his chest, clutching to the back of his shirt as I sobbed. He wrapped his arms around me, burying his face into my hair.

We stayed like that for a long time. Standing. Hugging. Holding. He held me in his warm embrace, and I told him all of the horrible things that had happened to me from the beginning of my life to now. Draco tensed at times, especially when hearing about Gabe, but I could imagine the soft smile on his face as I talked about my mother. About the small candy store she used to work at in America. About nights on the beach and stories of blue food.

I cried a lot that day. Draco didn't once stop holding me. He cried for me at the points where my tears were dry.

Eventually I'd exhausted myself. I was slumped in Draco's arms, letting him support me. He led me over to his bed, pulling me down on it. He sat with me, pushing his hand through my hair as I drifted to sleep.

I had a strange dream. It had been awhile since I'd had any prophetic dreams, but I knew this one had something to do with the future.

I was looking at a girl on the floor. There was no mistaking the fiery red hair. And there was a handsome boy, with a cold look in his eyes. Harry stood beside Ginny, and the dream flashed suddenly.

There was a snake. It was massive, and it's image blazed across my mind. I couldn't see its eyes, and I had a feeling that I didn't want to.

I woke up in the middle of the night. Draco was holding me, my face near his chest. I looked up at his sleeping face.

Draco and I were very opposite in looks. He was tall and masculine, even for a 12 year old. I was short and often mistaken for a girl. He was pale, almost milky. My skin was naturally tan even if I hadn't spent all of my time outside. His hair was a honey blonde, while mine was jet black. His hair is more ringlet curly while mine is curly curly. It's near impossible to get a comb through it. His eyes are a stormy gray, reminding me of clouds on a rainy day. Mine are sea green, the color of a calm ocean when the sun hits it right.

He was perfect in all ways.

I pushed my head into his chest, closing my eyes and listening to his heartbeat. I was in love with this boy.

I still am.

I've hurt myself in some pretty stupid ways, but I'd guess the stupidest ways are the ones that left scars or still hurt today. My pinkies used to be straight, but a friend of mine pulled them both so hard in the fourth grade that they're bent wrong. I slammed my thumb in a car door in the sixth grade and it still hurts. Especially when it's cold or rainy. I have a scar on the back of my hand because I cut it on a bed spring. Then on my legs, I have several little circle scars where I fell on those little flags people stick in the ground for like, pipes an stuff.

Do ya'll have any cool scars or injury stories? I know mine aren't so much as cool as stupid, but it's fun anyway. I'll see you all on Monday, and I hope you had a stupendous Saturday.