Ne Lâche Pas || A Draco Malfoy Fan-Fiction

Part 4 - The Hippogriff & Divination

I'm in Flourish and Blotts with my family, the Weasleys, the Grangers and Harry. I'm looking for a book to read on the train ride when I see Malfoy ripping a piece of paper out of a book.
I stand infront of him and he bumps into me dropping the piece of paper on the floor. One word catches my attention 'Basilisk.' I want to read the the whole piece of paper when he snatches it away from me.

"Are you blind?"
"What are you doing ripping pieces of paper out of books when you can buy them?" I cross my arms.
"None of your business." he snaps and shoves past me.

Te dream I had just now was from second year. That piece of paper, I remember, was in Hermione's fist when she got petrified. I had always wondered where it had come from. After she had been healed, she showed me the book where it was found. The fonts looked completely different and were obviously from two different books. Now I realize that someone had purposefully put it in. He had been trying to warn us.  But this is Draco Malfoy , he's supposed to be cruel and hateful, did he really do i?

I check the time and it's five-thirty. It's never too early to get up. Every one is still asleep. I creep out of bed and with a flick of my wand, remake it. When I get downstairs and into The Great hall, barely anyone is there. I sit down with a book and bite into a bit a of toast.

A sleepy Professor Flitwick hands me a piece of paper "Third-year time table."

"Thank you, Professor."

I check it and there are quite alot of new subjects. There's no one really there so I decided to head outside.

It's freezing. I look in my bag to see if I have a scarf or something and I find Mum's cloak. I had forgotten I'd even put it in here. I hesitate for a moment before putting it on. It's just the right size. I walk to the green houses and find that they're growing green apples. I pick up a basket and start picking apples. Green apples, in my opinion, are the best kind. They can either be sour or sweet but they're delicious no matter what.

I keep picking until the basket is full and head back to the castle. On the way, I see Malfoy- alone with his Nimbus 2001. I look away instantly.
"Pass one, will you?" he asks.
"Please?" I add.

"Please?" he mimicks.
I throw it, not at him but above him. He catches it with one hand. I can tell why he is such a good seeker.

"Is that a new cloak?"
"Why?"
"Just asking." he shrugs.

"It's my Mum's." It was my Mum's.
"Goblin-made, is it?"

"How do you know that?"
"I can tell by the fastner."

"What are you doing out here? he asks
"I'm out on a walk."

"Really?"
"Why is that so surprising?"

"Most people who get up this early to ride on brooms." I look at him properly. I remember what had happened with Tom, the owner of The Leaky Cauldron. People aren't always what they seem so there is no reason I shouldn't believe Malfoy had done it- especially when all the evidence points to him.

"Do you make it a habit to stare at people when they're speaking to you or am I just that good-looking?" he smirks and runs his hand through is hair. I roll my eyes.

All the bits and pieces add up. It's undeniable that he helped us. "It was you." I say before I can stop myself.
"What?"

"N-nothing." I pinch myself for being so rash.
"It doesn't sound like nothing." he says, leaning on his Nimbus 2001 carelessly.