Harry Potter - Fanfiction

Year 6 - Astronomy Tower

October flashes by as the mountain of homework grows higher and higher and we spend an increasingly amount of time indoors and our noses pressed to our books and November waits for no one as days numbly pass on.

Amongst the gloom of the dying friendship between Draco and I, the twins manage to keep me entertained through their weekly letters which they say that they have almost accidentally burnt down the shop three or four times from some new spells they trying out and that they have put Lee up as a mascot outside their store. Tracey and I struggle to imagine this and desperately wish we could be there to see it.

Their letters have been the light to my dark days, and certainly has Tracey and I clutching at our stitches from laughing so much.

Although, it doesn't completely get rid of the pain I feel inside my heart. And I still find myself trying to talk to him sometimes, out of habit, when I see him walking down a hallway alone, or when he's sitting in front of the fire in the common room, staring distantly at the burning wooden logs, but then I remember the words he said to me.

'You'd never catch me kissing a – Mudblood', 'Just stay away from me', 'Why can no one ever just leave me alone.'

And Tracey tries her best to avoid all topics of him, or she will take different routes so that we can avoid him wherever possible, just at least until the pain goes away. That's why we spend more time in the library now doing our homework, than in the common room. Her excuse is that she learns more in the library because then she has the other books to assist her.

"Finally, I found it," Tracey says as she sits back down next to me.

"What took you so long? I'm sure it's almost been an hour since you left to go look for that Charms book," I enquire.

"Okay, fine," she says smiling and placing down the book. "If you must know, I bumped into Eddie, and we started talking until I remembered that I'm not here alone." She hides sheepishly behind the book.

"It's fine, I forgive you," I chuckle. "Only though if you finish your essay before we leave."

"I still have 6 more pages to write," she says, mouth agape.

"Then you better carry on," I laugh, returning to my own essay.

Truth be told, I haven't written another line for about half an hour, I've just been staring at the same sentence, like my brain has hit a blank.

Tracey nudges me with her elbow, clearing her throat.

"What now?" I ask with a raised eyebrow.

She gestures towards Blaise Zabini, standing in front of our table and peering down at me with an expectant expression.

"I take it you didn't hear me," he says monotonously.

"Err, no, sorry. I was focusing on the essay," I stumble.

"Not a problem. I was asking if you would mind going to Professor Slughorn's Christmas Party with me?" he asks, in a droned voice.

Now I know Professor Slughorn is holding a party for his 'Slug Club' I hear it's called, inviting only the elite that he knows will make it far in life and he uses these parties to weed out the ones that can't assist him in any matter. I know Hermione has been invited to it, I think Slughorn thinks she's the brighter one between us two seeing as I didn't receive an invitation.

She's also been complaining non-stop about it because she wanted to invite Ron, however, she told me he made a snarky comment of her wanting to snog it up with McLaggen.

"Why me?" I ask flabbergasted.

"I don't want to invite anyone from the other Houses, and I don't want anyone from our own House getting the wrong idea thinking that this is a date," he explains, "I know you won't because we've barely ever spoken and barely know each other."