Ne Lâche Pas || A Draco Malfoy Fan-Fiction

Part 5 - Hallowe'en & Hogsmeade

I turn around. "What's wrong?" Myrtle asks, apparently not surprised that my hair is blue.
"Just some nasty Slytherins. I ran away before they could see my hair."

"Do you have trouble controling it?"
"No, I do pretty well."

We stay silent and all we can hear is a tap dripping "Listen Myrtle, I'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone about this."

"Okay." she says plainly.
"Really?"
"Yes. You're nicer than the other ones."
"Thank you."

"No problem." She floats away.

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October rolls around pretty quickly. I've been going on regular visits to Myrtle- we're practically friends now. The evenings have been getting darker quickly. Professor Lupin's classes have become most of the favourites. No one
really has the anything bad to say about it other than Malfoy and his gang who still haven't let go of the incidents that happened in the train but it hasn't been happening much.

Oliver Wood has been making us practise thrice a week after school with no exceptions for lateness. I stay on the field longer day just to ride a bit more. I fly around the whole field three times and practise a few tricks. I love riding on a broom in open air. It makes helps me let go of everything. When I'm back on the ground, I hear some slow clapping coming from behind me.

"You're good." Malfoy says. I roll my eyes. "Can't take a compliment, can you?"

"No, I can't. Especially ones which are sarcastic."
"I was not being sarcastic. I meant it."

"Were you not being sarcastic when you said you wouldn't make fun of what happened on the train, because I definitely wasn't."

"Why does it matter anymore?"
"It just does to me. I still can't believe you helped us last year."

"Oh, so I reckon you're going to use that against me now?"

"What? No! One: that didn't even make it into my head in the first place. And two: I never would think of it because some people stay true to their word. Some people have honour." I say.

"Is your Mummy the one who teaches you about honour? Or your Daddy too? I bet they live off the streets telling people stories-" I smack him as hard as I can in the face.

"What in the name of Merlin is wrong with you!" he curses loudly.

"NO! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU? I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU HAVEN'T GOTTEN THE GIST YET!" I shout.

He's just standing there. I'm on my knees now, crying. He doesn't seem to know what to do. I'm not surprised. I stand up and run away all the way to the medical wing.
I'm glad that no one is there.

"Oh no." Madame Pomfrey says. "Come sit down."
She gives me a pill and water. I swallow it and start hiccoughing. "Drink the water slowly." I finish the water and take a deep hiccough-y breath.

"Did anyone see you?"
"No." Did he see me?
"Red." I try my best to change again but all I can think about is what he said.

"Okay, I'm going to leave you to calm down. You can leave when you want."

That little git. How blind and deaf can someone be? Surely he know my parents and grand parents are...

I still can't say it. I could never say it. It's been seven years. But than again, something like this stays with you forever and restricts you from saying aloud.

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I get back to the dorms to see Hermione's cat chasing Ron's rat. He finally captures him. "Look at him!" he says furiously to Hermione, dangling Scabbers infront of her, "He's skin and bone! You keep that cat away from him!"